Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.
All the various time travel devices used by Verne and Bert were stored in the repository, Poe explained, including the ones that had never quite worked as they were meant to. There was one that resembled a blue police box from London___tolen by a doctor with delusions of grandeur,_ said Poe__ne that was simply a large, transparent sphere___reated by a scientist with green skin and too much ego,_ said Verne__nd one that was rather ordinary by comparison.__his one looks like an automobile,_ John said admiringly, __ith wings.___he doors open that way for a reason,_ Verne explained, __e just never figured out what it was. The inventor of this particular model tried integrating his designs into a car, an airplane, and even a steam engine train. He was running a crackpot laboratory in the Arizona desert, and he never realized that it was not his inventions themselves, but his proximity to some sort of temporal fluctuation in the local topography, that allowed them to work._ __hat happened to him?_ asked Jack.__e__ get the machines up to one hundred and six miles per hour,_ said Bert, __nd then he__ run out of fuel and promptly get arrested by whatever constabulary had been chasing him. The sad part was that Jules figured out if he__ just gone two miles an hour faster, he__ likely have been successful in his attempt.
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All the various time travel devices used by Verne and Bert were stored in the repository, Poe explained, including the ones that had never quite worked as they were meant to. There was one that resembled a blue police box from London___tolen by a doctor with delusions of grandeur,_ said Poe__ne that was simply a large, transparent sphere___reated by a scientist with green skin and too much ego,_ said Verne__nd one that was rather ordinary by comparison.__his one looks like an automobile,_ John said admiringly, __ith wings.___he doors open that way for a reason,_ Verne explained, __e just never figured out what it was. The inventor of this particular model tried integrating his designs into a car, an airplane, and even a steam engine train. He was running a crackpot laboratory in the Arizona desert, and he never realized that it was not his inventions themselves, but his proximity to some sort of temporal fluctuation in the local topography, that allowed them to work._ __hat happened to him?_ asked Jack.__e__ get the machines up to one hundred and six miles per hour,_ said Bert, __nd then he__ run out of fuel and promptly get arrested by whatever constabulary had been chasing him. The sad part was that Jules figured out if he__ just gone two miles an hour faster, he__ likely have been successful in his attempt.
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