Marx Fu Braun-Mao was a mixed race American Caucasian Taiwanese Chinese super scientific genius. His inventions ranged from hovercraft vehicles to immortality sprays, and his final most impressive creation, was a time machine, in the shape of a bathroom stall. After excruciating years of perfecting the Plutonium Processor, rademarked as the PluPro, he finally made billions of dollars, talked business with Miss President Malia Obama and Mister Vice president Dante de Blasio, his face was all over the Ether Media, he had over one billion followers across the world, and almost as many stalkers. So ask yourself, why haven't you ever heard of this extraordinary man, Marx Fu Braun-Mao?
As he lived for his experiments and elaborate inventions, his downfall came due to these same magnificent gizmos. The beginning of his end came when he had scheduled his first travels back in time, on the date of November first (his birthday), 2064. He went back to find his parents in 2025, when they were both in middle school. Docmarc, as his friends called him, was bubbling like a boiling pot of lava with excitement, he couldn't believe that he, a regular dude born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, home of the Dodgers that left for Los Angeles and stayed there for over half a century and came back to the home of their origins, was going to be the first person in history to travel in time.
"Plutonium, check. Coolant, check. Sprive (immortality chemical spray), check. Food, check." Marx searches his Camelback Version 14,000 for all his necessities including his fuzzy tiger striped Buddha lucky charm, seemed like he'd got it all. Marx entered the space-time continuum at the exact time of 7:30 AM, Tainan, Taiwan, 2025 into his glass sheet command panel through mind control. That was about the time his twelve-year-old mother got to school. He programed his precious machine to go invisible right as it landed directly behind the thick brush of thorns and bushes behind their sandbox to conceal it. He could not disturb or interact with anyone or anything. Black, light streams, swwwishhhh... He was off!
The landing went perfectly, he spotted the bush he planned on landing behind and his invisibility radar worked fantastically; the time was 7:30 am, perfect with the beginning of the school day. Marx spotted his mother walking with a serious attitude down the alleyways surrounded by Buddhist temples and stinky tofu venders, with a slingshot and hard folded paper bullets in hand. Shivers went up his spine, she definitely told him stories and showed him school pictures with her sweet school uniform bow tie, and pleated skirt, but she didn't say how mean she looked in real life. She fired a paper missile at a boy hanging from the monkey bars, THUD!! It hit him smack dab in the middle of the forehead. Marx was so excited. Not only did his machine actually work, but he saw his middle school-aged mother in life. However, as much as he would have liked to, he couldn't stay longer, he would have run the risk of messing up the space-time continuum. "Time to move on and see my middle school aged dad”. 7:35AM, Aspen Colorado, 2025. Programmed to land on the roof of the local hockey arena. Black, light streams, swwwishhhh...
As the light streams died away, the temperature cooled, colder, and colder. His PluPro began to beep, and screech, and click ferociously until, snap! Everything went quiet. Everything went limp and had no life to it. Had Marx broke his prized possession on his second trip in time? He opened the door only to find himself having to climb out of the machine, half of it is submerged in ice, smooth ice with hockey players standing and watching him, confused. His twelve-year-old dad was watching him, watching him with his blue green eyes, long dirty blonde hair, freckles and mosquitos bites on his face, and a short yet strong stature. "Oh No!!" Marx had disrupted the space-time continuum and he knew he'd messed up. How would he set things right? He'd made contact with his dad, something that may prevent his inventions and ideas in the future from becoming a reality. This would set human progress back to what it had been in the early 2014 or 2015. Worst of all, it may prevent his birth. His young father skated over to him in order to help him get off the rink, but it was too late. Marx could already feel the tingling in his toes and fingers, they were changing into feathery long fingers, they were like wings. Slowly, this spread to his biceps and quads, then Marx's brain was overrun with feathers and a long beak, He had become a tall swan-like bird that flew down to the center of the earth and burned to nothing.
Marx Fu Braun-Mao, the greatest scientist ever, that never existed. As Marx's new form flew away, the great flaps of his wings erased all memories of his existence; no known document of him survives. This is why there are no hover cars, no Sprive immortality chemical spray, and no time machine's to date. As a result of his disastrous tampering of the space-time continuum, he altered history. His parents never met. His mother, Weiling Fu Mao became a world famous artist; she became an emblem of the natural world for her artwork helped stop global warming. She never married nor had a boyfriend, and she died of a heart attack due to high blood pressure. His father Joshua Braun turned into one of the greatest hockey players ever, nearly beating the astounding scoring record set by Wayne Gretzsky, he finished one point shy. He now lives retired and rich in the old rocky mountains of his childhood.
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