Demons. They were definitely demons. They were demons, my mind was muddled, and I felt that maybe I was in Hell. Thoughts came to me disjointed and without logic or context. For some reason, that didn't seem to be important at all. Appropriately, I was horny as hell. I had been here for eternity, if not longer, and I'd seen enough of them slavering about to know that they were demons. My aroused, addled brain may have bee...

I walked slowly through the corridors of what we call Time Central Station, on the latter end of the singularity arc, as if I were walking to my execution. In a way, I was. Walking into the Infernal is to experience one's own death and to spend an eternity in isolation; spat out whole on the other side, whenever the machine is switched off. However, if one knows the secret, one can endure eternity. The hallways were cut o...

My chamber was comfortable enough, consisting of one barren-walled square room with a small wooden table, a few matching chairs, a luxurious bed, and a food area with some ancient metal box that kept foodstuff cold. There was a primitive drink dispenser beside that and a radiation-box, that they used to call a nuke, to warm up any food I might desire. Most happily, a small, simple door led to my own personal lavatory and...

My footsteps echoed in the corridor as I approached the Wayback version of the Infernal. Unlike back home at Time Central Station, the hallway was bereft of others hustling about. Other than the clomp-clap of my rubber-soled, era-appropriate shoes and the flapping of a leather backpack matching every step, my only company was James excitedly pontificating "our" plans. His too-loud voice droned on, but I paid his words lit...