Yours Truly, 2095 by Brian Paone


Yours Truly, 2095

by Brian Paone


GENRE: Time Travel Romance




Jeff Blue – the victim of a time-travel conspiracy – wakes up trapped in the year 2095. The only familiar face is J0, a robotic copy of the wife he left behind in 1981. But can she be trusted? J0 could be the only key to unlock Jeff’s journey home, but it will require her to do something against her programming , something human.

During Jeff’s perilous journey through the future, he will have to discover the truth about J0’s origins, and solve the mystery behind how he wound up in 2095, in order to uncover the reality of his own destiny.

Armed with a one-way ticket to the moon, Jeff must race against the clock to seize what might be his last chance to return home to his time. A time without hover cars, Justice Computers, or TeleSkins – a time over 100 years ago.




 I had always wondered what it would be like to experience music from the future. How could I tell J0 that I wanted to be left alone so I could listen to an album that I would have no way of hearing otherwise? I wanted to hear where my favorite band took their sound after their most recent album back in my time.

The next song sounded more commercial than anything I had ever heard from them. David Gilmour’s voice sounded weathered, and I wondered why I hadn’t heard Roger Waters sing anything yet.

“Breakfast is ready,” J0 called from the kitchen.

As we sat at our kitchen table, we could hear the music there too. J0 was talking about something that I really wasn’t following. I found myself tuning her out to focus on the music instead. To make it look like I was listening, I nodded a lot. I wondered, if Bruce could find a way to bounce me back to 1981, would I be able to take some music with me?

“Hey, J0, you know what’s weird?” I asked, completely interrupting her midsentence. “I can name every Pink Floyd album from The Piper at the Gates of Dawn through The Wall, but, after that, my memory is a bit hazy. I feel that if I could just remember something like that, maybe I’ll start to remember more things later.”

“Well, after The Wall, there were only four more albums before they officially broke up. The Final Cut, A Momentary Lapse of Reason, The Division Bell, and The Endless River.”

I shoveled the food into my mouth and tuned my ears back to the songs coming from the speakers. The music saddened me now that I knew it was just one album away from being their swan song.

“It made me so happy when you chose Quadrophenia last night,” J0 said. “It’s just more proof that you really are getting better and that your memory is repairing itself.”

“I don’t understand.”

“As much as you love Pink Floyd and Nine Inch Nails, you really love The Who way more than anything else. Last night was the first time I saw you just be your old self again. It was nice. Plus you even picked your favorite album by them.”

As much as I was a fan of The Who, they were far from being my favorite, which had always been Pink Floyd. Could this have been a result of the entropy happening too? Since I could finally see the real body I inhabited, was my mind next? Would all my personal opinions and tastes be hijacked and replaced with his, too?

I now realized that I needed to visit a tangible place rooted in who I really was—my house on West Winter Street. I didn’t want to raise any suspicion from J0, even though I desperately needed to see the home that I had been so unfairly ripped away from.

“J0, listen to me. I need some time by myself today. You know, just to clear my head. I feel like I’m getting closer to being myself again and—”

“Another reason why you shouldn’t be alone,” she interjected. “I don’t want any unseen forces setting you back.”

“No. In fact, I think just the opposite. It will help me if I can just feel the ground beneath my feet and reconnect with this wreck of a town.”

“This wreck of a town? You love Isabella Creek!”

“Yes, I do. But I wonder, is Isabella Creek always supposed to be like this? Is life meant to be lived this way?”

What was I even talking about? I couldn’t believe I was saying these things. Was this another entropy-related side effect?



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Brian Paone was born and raised in the Salem, Massachusetts area. An award winning author, his love of writing began through the medium of short stories at the young age of twelve. After almost 20 years of consistently writing short stories for only his friends and family to read, Brian’s first full-length novel was published in 2007, and he has published two more since then. Brian is married to an Officer in the US Navy, and they have 3 children. Brian is a Police Officer for the St. Mary’s GA Police Department and has been working in Law Enforcement since 2002. He is also a self-proclaimed roller coaster junkie, and his favorite color is burnt-orange.



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