Without proper compensators, any attempt at time travel comes
here. We call it Time’s Plughole.
First timers always end up here, and I greet them.
Like the last one, this tall reptilian female. She looked
confused until I spoke into the translator.
“Welcome to the Galactic Unified Community. As a
representative of your people, do you agree to abide by the charter of the GUC
and all its bylaws?”
“The Universe belongs to us, the Chosen Beings.” she hissed.
I shrugged, and opened the status lock. Her and her
civilisation were sucked into nothingness.
Time’s Plughole, complete with trash disposal.
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