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#1 Posted by batkevin74 (14576 posts) - - Show Bio
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For some reason, a piece of technology/knowledge has gone backwards in time to a place it shouldn’t be. What the item is and to where its gone is up to you.

You could send an iPad back to the Vikings allowing them to navigate the world instead of blindly heading west and hoping for land. You could send a chainsaw back to Spartacus as he leads his rebellion. A computer to Charles Babbage. A bottle of antiseptic to the Crimean War. String Theory to Einstein. A History of the 20th Century book to Paul von Hindenburg. A walkman to Mozart. An Uzi to Davy Crockett at the Alamo. A taser to the head of security at the temple to deal with an uppity Jesus. It’s UP TO YOU!

Most of this idea came from the film The Final Countdown where a nuclear aircraft carrier ends up in a vortex and lands one day before the events of Pearl Harbour.

You can be helpful OR harmful and how far you take the repercussions of this items effect on your world is up to you. Try to avoid sending “fantasy” tech, let’s keep it slightly plausible and no, they can’t have the time machine.

Let’s say 12 days to write your story. So, it’s the 11th here in Sydney so we’ll end at 11.59pm on Sunday 22nd, AUSTRALIAN TIME (click the link)

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#4 Posted by batkevin74 (14576 posts) - - Show Bio

@cbishop: Up to you really. The idea of an OC chainsaw is quite funny

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#5 Posted by stumpy49er (1854 posts) - - Show Bio

I kind of like the idea of writing Napoleon playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare online against George Washington and King George III, while talking like a teenage troll.

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#6 Posted by wildvine (13826 posts) - - Show Bio

If we're going for reality it should be something that doesn't need electricity. Or at least something somewhat charged up. And anything that requires internet in a pre-internet era is just silly. Might as well send a terminator back in time to kill Lincoln

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#7 Posted by BlueEcho (1041 posts) - - Show Bio

Looks interesting, but strangely hard to conceive of an interesting idea.

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#8 Posted by cbishop (12936 posts) - - Show Bio

@wildvine said:

If we're going for reality it should be something that doesn't need electricity. Or at least something somewhat charged up. And anything that requires internet in a pre-internet era is just silly. Might as well send a terminator back in time to kill Lincoln

<raises hand> Did that in CCC 6! I was told it was "...sheer, insane fun." :)

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#9 Posted by batkevin74 (14576 posts) - - Show Bio

Mr Majister sighed heavily as he pushed open the wooden door to his class of twenty something omnipotent horrors. He only had 4950 more days until retirement, which sounded far better than fifteen years.

"Settle down!" He called across the room to the children. "Seats, now."

"Sir, can I go to the bathroom?"

Majister looked at little Shiva, the blue skinned four armed destroyer of things. "No. Class hasn't even begun. Sit."

"Aw man!"

"Right!" Majister wrote on the board HOMEWORK, in large green chalky letters. "Your homework was...? Anyone?"

The class went uneasily silent. Majister shook his head. "Phenomenal cosmic powers, limited attention spans. All those who DIDN'T do their homework, hands up."

The majority of the room raised their limbs. Majister was unimpressed. "Of the four of you who bothered, bring your universes up here to the front."

Odin, the portly bearded child, shuffled from the back of the class with his diorama only to have Anansi stick his spindly leg out to trip him. Odin fell and crushed his project as the classes howled with laughter.

"ANANSI! OUT!" Majister roared as he rushed to Odin's aid. He helped up the child to see a nasty cut near his left eye. "And you, you need the nurse. Quick sticks."

Odin followed out the dawdling Anansi, and Mr Majister looked at the trio at the front of the room. "Right, settle down. Miss Aphrodite, what did you do?"

The little Greek girl smiled and adjusted her toga. "Well, I took Ryan Gosling and put him near Helen as to prevent the Trojan War."

"I see," Majister mused. "But the homework was to send a technology BACK in time, not a person."

"But, but..." The little goddess began to splutter and lose her composure.

"You at least tried," Majister replied. "Now, Mr Omiokane, what do you have for us?"

"I have brought great shame on my universe," Omiokane said as he hung his head. "I have completed your task but failed as god. Forgive me."

Majister peered into Omiokane's universe and recoiled in horror. "Yes, well, um, wow. I...wow, that is...I am stunned, Omiokane."

"May I be excused, noble teacher?"

"Yes and take your thing with you," Majister said pointing at the door. "Preferably to the incinerator."

Majister looked at the last child, Yahweh God. His two fathers were members of the school board and seemingly on a mission to make life difficult and the apple hadn't fallen too far from their tree.

"I have sent back the cure to the Black Plague to 1320," said Yahweh confidently. "Since the assignment didn't limit a number I sent back enough inoculations of antibiotics to immunise four hundred people."

"Hmmm," Majister pondered the young God's universe. "So you're immunising people with 20th Century drugs?"

"No, early 21st," Yahweh replied. "Better quality, easier on the physiology but way too expensive for a life saving injection. By inoculating the province around the outbreak of the plague ten years before it takes hold, I intend to save over 200 million lives."

"By stopping the plague before it takes hold?"

"Correct," Yahweh smiled smugly. "I thought about sending back a crop duster to kill the disease in its tracks but that wouldn't have been effective since the source of the plague wasn't pinpointed. I could use myself given powers to determine the exact rat and flea, but I am sticking to the rules of your assignment."

Majister looked at the child and had a burning desire to nail him to the wall by his Chesire grin. "Consequences?"

"What?" Yahweh was puzzled.

"What are the consequences for your universe?" Majister asked. "The Black Plague ravaged the world for nearly a decade. By preventing it, and by introducing medicine to the world some seven hundred years earlier; what are the consequences of you sending antibiotics BACK?"

"Um, I..." Yahweh shrugged. "Dunno?"

"Have a look at your universe, young Master God?" Majister pointed into the diorama. "You save 200 million initially, but the knock on effect is catastrophic! Look, the world's population hits a billion by 1500. With 21st Century antibiotics permeating the DNA of generations there are no natural viruses that hamper human expansion. By 1604 the population is..."

Yahweh clapped his hands over his assignment and a torrent of water washed over it. "Okay, okay, I get it."

Majister watched in disbelief as the little deity flooded his own creation. "Back to your seats. Everyone."

"Since only four of you attempted the homework, and those that did seemed to have..." Majister rubbed the bridge of his nose to calm down. "New homework assignment, due tomorrow!"

The class groaned and complained until Majister slapped the desk with his hand bringing the room to silence. "Homework. Simple. You will send a chainsaw back from 1989 to some point in the Roman Empire which lasted about 300yrs giving you plenty of room. Record the results, those who choose not to participate will join Anansi in detention. Now, open your books...what is it Mr Shiva?"

"Can I go to the toilet?"

Majister sighed and pointed to the door. "Right, books open for string theory, page 616. Mr Ahuramazda, you will start at the top of paragraph two."