a man standing in front of a large window looking out at the ocean

The Wave of TimeThe murmur of the machine was not normal for anything Connor had heard -- a low, consistent vibration that appeared to resound somewhere down in his bones. He remained in the confined control room, encompassed by squinting lights and glass boards loaded up with obscure images. His hand shuddered somewhat as he went after the switch that would initiate the time shift. This was all there was to it. The climax of long periods of examination, restless evenings, and innumerable estimations jotted on napkins, scratch pad, and whiteboards. He had fabricated a time machine.A functional time machine, in any case. Connor wasn't quick to plan one, however he was quick to test it effectively. He'd ventured out to the future to see a rendition of himself gazing at the ocean, settled in a world that had developed a long ways past the one he knew. Presently, the time had come to wander into the past.Connor had picked an objective far enough back to keep away from any huge risks -- a period of relative harmon