Madness, A short story for all you scifi/time travel fans

Final excerpts from the journal of a mad scientist from the future

July 5 (I Think) 2050

I woke up this morning in a rather dismal, but creative mood, I thought, "in a Distraught world whose pain, suffering, and nuclear warfare see no
end, What avenue of survival do I, a man of small stature,

and no means of defense, Have? Should I call upon a Henchman? Gather cronies? Hire a body guard? no, none of the former, minions! at last a spark of
genius! (or madness at my current state I cannot tell) Minions will be
my means of maintaining control

of the dark situation laid before me, a Minion!" So in the shadows of my workshop, atop a long abandoned skyscraper, in the middle of long abandoned New York,

I set to work. I rolled out A dusty blue paper, with the architectural work for the building on the other side. The lead on the end of my small pencil
made contact with

the faded, coffee stained blueprint, But didn't go any further, What kind of minion is most efficient for a post apocalyptic Era?

I Stood alone in the shadows, going over the options in what was left of my head, Would an ogre be sufficient? I began drawing the outline of an ogre's head, jagged nose, tired

eyes, pointy ears, large, crooked teeth... No, an ogre is not adequate for this application! Werewolves? full moons are too hard to come by
nowadays. Zombies? to hard to control. Robots? No... Wait, Robots,

Why had it not crossed my mind before all the ogre ludacracy! Robots make excellent, if not perfect minions. there are no limits in creating the
perfect drone, Should I incorporate laser eyes beneath his mysterious

dome of transparent aluminum? shall I make him humanoid or perhaps model him after an already intimidating creature? As I was writing this, I found
myself unwillingly, dispersing a short, loud cackle, but quickly gained
control of myself, in the past four years of my solo career ( The rest
of

My clan of survivors were wiped out by Drones wielding radiation beam cannons, ten years ago, I was the sole survivor, save for a few minor injuries) I've suffered from uncontrollable outbursts of
apparent madness, I'm not a doctor but I'm guessing

its directly linked to the radiation burns on my head, I'm learning to control my outbursts, praise God. I'm getting off subject, and I'm running out of
napkins, another apparent sign of insanity. I now put my pencil back to
the blue print,

I will return to my journal when my brain child is complete.

January 3, 2051

My machine at last, is finished! my excitement on this day is so great it does not allow me to write!

January 30, 2051

All the "Bugs" as they used to say have been worked out in my machine, and through this excerpt I hope to describe to you my machine, and the
events that ensued during his creation.

February 5, 2051

My journal writing has been greatly interrupted as of late, due to a mass of foot drone attacks, but it happened for a good reason, for now I can
explain in more detail.

the awesome power of my creation. He deemed himself worthy of battle, by taking a heat ray for me, (which dealt him no damage whatsoever) and stomping upon a drone with his
massive foot. I decided on A humanoid form for my first creation, of ten
feet tall, and as wide and as broad as eight well built humans. his
body was somewhat triangular, but tubes on the lower part of his body
completed the square

His head, had four eyes, for advanced vision, they glow of light blue when powered up, and each has a visor to protect it from sun and sand, Instead of a mouth he has a small grill
similar to that of an automobile (old method of transportation) For his
voice I gave him that of an old TV actor, Harrison Ford, My mother had
told me about him. His legs were stocky and wrapped in hydraulic tubing,
the knees are perfectly spherical, and visible in the back and front,
encased within them are nuclear fuses, which glowed green through the
protective solar force field. His feet and lower calf are one part, they
are cone shaped and have large LED lights on them I extracted from a
car from the old days. A car bumper runs the length of his chest
(automobiles were a hobby of mine in my youth, also when materials are
limited, one uses what one has) which I wired as a solar energy
collector, underneath that to the left is a nuclear reactor to power his
weapon arm, I took technology from the drones and cyborgs to built his
defense systems (Cyborgs aren't always Half human, half machine, there
just, in general, gangs of men whose lives have been pardoned by
joining with the world order computer system and hunting down survivors
of the apocalypse.) Next to this are two ten gauge shot guns, loaded
with three inch buck shot, under that are two M1A1 sniper rifles, on
each shoulder are two 45. caliber, miniature mini guns. His arms are
large, With his lower arms proportionately larger than the upper,
similar to a cartoon character I used to watch in my youth, whose name
escapes me one arm has a simple, but very effective nuclear ray cannon
on the end of it rather then a hand, though I added three stocky finger
to the end of the barrel His other arm was similar, but with a huge,
super flexible hand that could easily hold me. In my eyes The machine
is a work of art, a well tuned instrument, a basket weaved of wire, a
Christmas tree of steel, whose lights are powered buy a nuclear reactor.

March 1, 2051

I installed a camera atop my robot to monitor his actions, but it's use is beginning to be for monitor my actions. Upon finding half a chain of
ammunition gone from my personal weapon, I reviewed what my robots
camera had recorded. It was what I feared, everything was fine at the
camp, the robot was standing guard, and I was sound asleep, all of a
sudden, I yelled “GET OUT OF HERE!” jumped up, grabbed my gun, and
began ravenously, aimlessly firing my gun into the darkness. Upon
analyzing my rash, behavior, The robot stood up, and with a single quick
movement grabbed the gun out of my hand, grabbed me with the other, and
said, “ calm down, kiddo,” and sedated me with a syringe I installed in
his finger, which I originally intended to use for taking Cyborg
prisoner for interrogation, I had no memory of this situation. So,
tonight I will give the robot custody of my gun, and review again in the
morning the antics of the night.

March 7, 2501

I find my mind leaving me at a more rapid pace now, I wake up in different places then I laid down, I may not have found my camp again if it
weren't for my robot, whom as my sanity flees me I grow more dependent
of on him for my survival. I've resorted to sleeping with his hand
clutched around me, so that I won't run away at night.

June? July? August?

I'm losing track of my days and months, My hands shake so much that I can barely write, I fear that I may Not live another year, so with the last
of my energy, and with my eyes burning with tears, I dismantle my
beloved creation, to recreate as a more just device, not just for the
salvation of myself, but for the salvation of the world.

Sometime in 2052

I Don't know what I've done, I must have created something, something terrible, or something good, I don't remember. But I made it, I can tell
because it has one familiar thing on it, the Robots arm.

Its like a box, A box made of wires tubes and lights, with a door on the front, I don't know what drew me to do it, but I knew I had to go
Inside, so I stood up, opened the door and walked inside, and shut the
door behind me, There was a simple control panel inside, a keyboard and a
large red button, I knew the password, so I typed it in, and pressed
the button, I waited, nothing happened, Finally, A knock on the Door,
and a harsh yell.

March 5, 2010.

“WHOSE IN THERE? The door broke open, and standing in the doorway, brandishing an Ar-15 rifle, was a U.S. marine, behind him, was a desert. The box I was in
produced my credentials, I Grabbed them with my shaking hand, and laid
them down before the marine, In response The marine got on his talkie
and said, “sergeant, You’d better get down here, You're not gonna
believe this,” now I lay in a cot, in a USMC camp In the middle of the
dessert in Afghanistan. In the past, Before nuclear warfare! I had done
it! I had brought my technology back in time! I can change the future!

January 1, 2010

In A Hospital In the United states, in the same one I was born in, (ironically) I lay dying, but at last, there is no pain. I write my
Final excerpt as I watch the news on a television hanging over my head,
It reports that there have been sightings of a giant, heavily armed
robot roaming about in Afghanistan, I Smile at that report, It's
starting already, if the robot does what it is programmed to do, it will

change the future, I directed my attention to the window, it was snowing outside, beautiful. It had been years since I’d seen it. It was
unsettling though, the woman in the next room, was screaming, (they'd
put me in the birth section of the hospital because of the large amount
of people they were admitting so many people into the main floors they
couldn't accommodate me.) apparently giving birth, Her husband, or the
doctor, I couldn't tell which, was comforting her. Funny, that was my
mothers name. Like a nuclear beam to the other side of my head it hit
me, today was my birthday, it was also the very year I was born. While I
lay dying, I'm being born in the next room. Take comfort, child, you're
headed for a better life then I.

Excerpt from diary of Scientist Benjamin Smith

July 5, 2050

As I watch the sun go down over the green mountains, of Pa, were I take residence I make A decision to write down the dreams I've been having,
Ever since that Bizarre events took place of the assassination of the
president, supposedly by a robot, I've been having dreams, like, A
different life I've lived, so as the light turns, to shadow, I begin. “I
woke up this morning in a rather dismal, but creative mood, I thought,
"in a Distraught world whose pain, suffering, and nuclear warfare see no
end...