"Alright, so I cut a deal, and this is how it works."
Scott had come before the rest of the group. It was now the six of them. Joey's brain still wasn't in the room as he was hung up on everything. My abilities are genetic, so that means she has something like them too, right?
"Just cut to the chase. We have stuff to do."
"Like what?"
"Rebuild society."
"That's a good point. Well, I made a deal with TODD, and he was thankful enough for our services to drop us off in the baren wasteland of the thirtieth century. Now, what's funny is that humanity was completely wiped out by that point and a lot of the world's resources had come back."
"So, none of us can go home?"
"I don't have much of a life to go back to. Better being sheriff of the new world instead of a detective in Backtown."
BB sounded cold but he had already worked out the possibilities in his mind. The worst thing that could have happened was a new disease or maybe some new beast had found them.
"Yeah, let's go and do this. I have algebra back home."
Sears joined in.
"All my men were lost in a single battle. Let's try this again. Maybe we could build a military."
Mistress was next.
"I would've liked to have my childhood, but I also discovered humans can use psychokinetic energy. They need somebody to guide them. I'm in."
Last was Eisenhower. He was supposed to die the day the machine picked him up. But he was also a man of faith.
"Off of principle, I want to go back to my time."
BB turned his head. He wasn't scared for the health of his friend, he knew he was supposed to die. The guy had a single day over his head.
"Who are we to say no?"
The machine began to cackle as the vote took place. He was happy that the one most opposed to him was choosing to die.
"New deal, I let Eisenhower go back and all of you get to go to the new world."
Eisenhower accepted as a trapdoor activated and sent him away. BB couldn't help but shed a tear. The priest could have lived a whole new life but chose to stick to his guns.
"I guess we're going to the future now."
The room became white with light as the entirety of humanity had ended up with the town. Though, one man was left standing, his name was Dials. Despite all the changes of time, he had put himself in cryosleep, it was like putting pause on a person. He awoke around the time they arrived. Where Backtown once was, a new group of people emerged. Sears had been given guns and a bunch of tents, Mistress had been given tools to build houses and other buildings, Joey had been given textbooks and a few bookshelves worth of literature, Scott had been given a small radio shack that was easily the biggest of the gifts, and BB was given the files of everyone there.
"I guess we have to get some food."
BB began by making designs for houses in dirt as Mistress, Joey, and some of the older students cut down trees and began making little things like beds and barrels for water. Joey put the bookshelves in his tent as the others began to go around looking for things to do.
"Good news, I got some animals. Though, I'm not sure how you clean them."
It looked like an odd deer creature. BB began using some of his unorthodox methods on the creature's carcass as he cleaned it on a freshly made table.
"Here. Make sure to cook it nice."
Sears had also found some rabbit creatures of which he easily prepared. By nightfall, they were already rationing with the children getting more food than the adults. Joey had already given the little girl his food and went to bed hungry.
"You could teach the kids."
Mistress was talking to BB and Sears.
"What do you want me to teach them?"
"I read a little bit of your files. You had child soldiers for a small time. You could teach them fighting tactics. BB, you were a talented student, you could teach them a few things."
"I'm also technically the world's greatest detective."
Scott was sitting in his shack and was playing with his radio. He might have been a dictator, but he was a disc jockey at heart. There was a compartment near the mic that had a couple discs with songs on them. They were smooth jazz and poetry. Scott had begun thinking of the stuff he would do once he put radios around the camp. He would release his own music and begin writing poetry to go with it.
"This is going to be great. Maybe I could throw in a little bit of Elvis, maybe some Ozzy. No, Ozzy isn't even close to jazz."
One of the kids came into the room and began to talk with Scott.
"Hello."
"Sup."
Scott was working fast as his brain was somewhere between rambling and thinking.
"What's this?"
"It's one of the greatest inventions of all time. I call it, the radio."
"How does it work?"
He was pleased with the thought of teaching somebody something new. Outside, Mistress was ripping trees apart so swiftly and thin that they were basically sheets of paper.
"Well, this is how it works."
TODD had decided upon some late-stage mercy as he sent two cans of soup and a few radios. They were tuned to Scott's liking. They were outside the shack and were already playing. The batteries had been supercharged to last century if you were conservative with energy.
"Look over here."
The group voted on using one can when someone gets sick and using the radio at night. The extra noise would scare off predators.
"So, we have one hunter, two teachers, a metal detector, a radio host, twenty students. The oldest being thirteen."
The next week was horrible as they all had headaches because of the difference in air from their times. Scott's jazz didn't exactly help. BB was trying his best as the butcher and teaching science and reading to the kids. Math wouldn't exactly be needed in the new world for a long time. He still wrote in his journal but it was very brief.
My head hurts and every minute or so, somebody faints. We're running out of water.