This story started out as a question: what would nursing home residents do with a time machine? I could imagine all sorts of things: there would surely be conflict on how to use it and who got to use it. But what if the time machine didn’t work like they thought? And what if the time machine operator died before the residents could learn how to work the machine properly?Would curiosity…and greed, take over?
Most likely, the residents would do what I have portrayed in this story…stumble forward as best they could. Any machine runs on some kind of fuel and any machine costs something to operate. The question for the residents of the Brighton Woods nursing home is this: is the price too high? In this story, every time you use the time machine, it subtracts a little from your own days.
What price would you be willing to pay to re-live days past, to pay off an old debt, to re-kindle an old love?For the residents of Brighton Woods, maybe the cost turns out to be a little too high.