First of all dear readers, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexander Tiberius Mortimer. I am proud to be the Great Grandson of the character you know as ‘The Traveller’ from the book, “The Time Machine” by HG. Wells. “Wait a minute,” I imagine you say, “How can he be a descendant of a fictitious character?” Well, I can assure you dear reader, where I come from, I am as real as you are, I breathe and walk about God’s earth just as you do, in other words, I exist. Let me attempt to explain, however, I am not a man of science, so therefore, I can only theorise as to how this strange occurrence has happened and is happening. All I can do is to relay, in my humble words, the fantastical things that have happened. It is somewhat complicated, so please bear with me. Also, please do not hesitate to ask questions when you feel the need, you may indeed think of questions that I have not yet thought of.
My Great Grandfather, who you know as ‘The Time Traveller’ in Mr HG Wells book, I believe was not named in the book for a reason. This reason is that time travel has consequences of which, at first, my dear ancestor had no knowledge of. One of these consequences, I now know, is the creation of alternate realities. You make a small and seemingly insignificant change in a timeline, then all of a sudden a new reality is created.
I have looked back at the histories or our different realities, and it seems to me that up to the first travels of my Great Grandfather our pasts were exactly the same, but from his first adventure, it seemed that our existences seemed to dramatically change, and they are now as different as tea is to coffee, similar, but quite different.
I must leave you now dear reader, the time I have for connecting to your version of reality are limited. I will be back soon.