Chapter 7: Back to the Drawing Board

One of the great things about time travel is that it enables us sometimes to go back and erase mistakes. After all, that is what we were trying to do in the end – erase Sappers’ big mistake.

We did not know what to expect when we sent Linda to the moon. In reality, I had a pretty big pit in my stomach that would be no results.

Linda is the dearest person in the world to me. I wanted to make sure she was safe.

Unfortunately, there was no great way to ensure she was safe. She might be found if we planted a camera on her when she first got on the Sappers’ ship. We didn’t have a chance to sneak into the compound and plant cameras on the outside of the rocket.

So, when I went to the moon in 1977, I planted cameras everywhere. Some were motion detection, just in case, but we controlled most.

A few days after launch, we started watching the camera feed.

Almost on cue, we saw the landing pod gently touch down on the moon’s surface. A few minutes later, we saw a spacesuit emerge from the landing vehicle, followed by another. Both entered a pre-existing habitat.

A few moments later, we saw a bright flash on the horizon.

A couple of minutes later, we heard screams outside.

“All right, ladies,” Gabby said with a sigh. “We had a feeling something like this might happen. We have a plan for it. Are you ready?”

We nodded.

Stacy grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. I knew what to do. Gabby was doing the same thing herself.

We both popped up a few weeks ago.

“Fuck,” I said quietly.

Stacy nodded in agreement.

Gabby was already looking at the sky, where the moon shone. “She is up there. She has to be. She has to be fixing it,” she said quietly. I am sure she was trying to reassure herself as much as she was trying to reassure us. She looked at her device.

“All right, our meeting time is still a few months back,” Gabby told us. “Let’s go back to talk to our moon babe.

We went back a few months ago.

We again switched the cameras to the habitat I built in 1977, aiming them towards where we had seen the two space suits enter the habitat.

We waited.

“There they are,” Gabby said patiently when two flashes appeared in the distance.

Two space suits appeared out of nowhere.

They bounced towards our habitat, then entered.

We looked at the external cameras. The pair removed their suits.

A naked Linda stood facing another naked woman. They began talking, and the other woman introduced herself as Holly.

Gabby cleared her throat. “Listen, I hate to interrupt your pleasantries, but we have much to deal with.”

Neither of the ladies reacted to her voice.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Gabby asked.

There was still no reaction.

Linda went to her suit and grabbed her device, looking at it. “About seven months,” she said. Yes, I said to myself, exactly as we had planned ... but why the fuck can’t they hear us!

Gabby tried to get back with them for several moments as the two girls fell asleep.

Gabby checked the controls and everything she could to ensure the microphone was plugged in. Nothing worked.

“Listen,” she told me. “Stacy and I have another plan we need to implement immediately. Are you OK here? At least for a couple of hours.”

I nodded. “What about when they wake up?”

She sighed. “We have plenty of time. If they wake up ... watch. Maybe they will have sex with each other.”

I smiled and nodded.

After a couple of hours, Gabby and Stacy returned.

“So ... we sent seven more rockets to the moon. I ... a little bit back, I worked on some AI to build some habitats on the moon without us there. I think we have a rather good new plan.”

She told me.

It sounded good, and I nodded in agreement when she was done.

By then, the pair had woken up from the moans and groans. A little bit later, two naked bodies were floating in the air, fingering each other.