CHAPTER ONE
Entry #1Bill Clinton: I really, really don't know how in the world I got here... I got plenty of space, but freedom, I'm lacking, it's like I've been imprisoned in some big facsimile of the White House, and I can't go outside... All I know, is that I'm living here in this big, crazy complex now, and that I feel like I'm in the prime of my youth. These people who put me here seem to have left me this little recording thing, all I have to do is speak, and it shows my words on this screen, guess that a good deal of time has gone by since the good ol' days, when I was the POTUS. You know, this thing here reminds me of the teleprompter I used to work with, and the time that it went out on me in the middle of that important speech...gotta hate it when my thoughts are trailing off like this...lots of windows, but I can't seem to look out of them...doors all are sealed shut,
Entry #2Bill: Alright now, the aliens, future people, or whatever they are just opened up the windows, and it looks like I'm now a tourist attraction! It's like I'm on one of those reality shows or something, but I sure didn't agree to this! I look out there, and wow, all those "tourists" are wearing funny clothes! I saw an American flag on someone's shirt, so I think I'm still here in the States...but it's all so strange.
Entry #3Bill: Ok, this is a bit much, whoever you mysterious captors are, you can stop displaying me in your zoo! I thought the impeachment hearings were bad, Ken Starr had nothing on you! I mean, I don't mind looking at the ladies that pass by, and some of them even wave back...I tried tapping on the glass, I tried throwing my paperweight through it, my chair through it(and I sure was able to throw that hard!), but everything bounced right off, like it was made of rubber. Let me out of here, if you have any human decency!
Entry #4Bill: Now we're making progress! Some little trail of light on the floor directed me to the bottom floor, where a trap door was opened, so I'm going in...it's dark down here, and certainly less sterile than that place I was in before, I'm walking along this pathway, and...what?!? This has to be a joke!
As Bill Clinton continues walking down the hall, he enters a large conference room, where, seated at a round table, eating a meal, are none other than Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln...or at least, the most perfect impersonators of the former United States Presidents ever conceived.
TR: Hello, there! I hear you're the young'un out of our bunch!
Abe: It is my pleasure to meet you.
TR: From what I've been able to discertain, we've been brought back from our respective time periods, for who-knows-what reason by an American government project.
Bill: Wait...if you're speaking the truth, and if you're who you look like...
Abe: As far as I can tell, and this is very difficult for me to understand, as well, I am President Abraham Lincoln.
Bill: Yeah...so...
TR: I bet you wanted to know how I found that out! See, if you walk back over that way, you'd find a White House, from my time, that way, the facsimile of Mr. Lincoln's White House! H.G. Wells didn't have anything on these people!
Bill: Still, how the heck did you find out that stuff if nobody told you? You're the first people who's spoken to me in a week!
TR: Hah, they said they kept you uninformed the longest, since you'd be able to handle...
Bill: WHO?
TR: The Smithsonian Project, is what they call themselves...
Entry #5Bill: This is too much, just too much, I've been ripped from what I considered to be my time by some Smithsonian Project, a government group in the future who has brought us Presidents back from the past by some unknown process. Their people have talked to both Presidents Lincoln and Roosevelt, but they didn't bother informing me! I don't appreciate that, you know. So then, where was I...yeah, the Smithsonian Project now is going to let us interact amongst ourselves, in these general quarters, and they'll only expect us to go back to our "natural environments" at a specified time. President Roosevelt said they're giving us a tour here soon of our quarters...and there they are.
The Smithsonian Agent walks into the room along with Abe and TR. The agent is wearing what appears to be a shielded helmet, and black attire.
Bill: Now then, how DID you do this?
Agent: Sir, you will not understand even if I tell you. If you would follow me, I will show all three of you the area you will now be calling home.
Bill: I know this might be somewhat of a novel approach for you future people, but how’s about giving us our freedom sound?
Agent: In due time, we will allow you out into the society as a whole. However, before then, we feel the need to orient you to the time you now live in.
The four people walk around the area, finding eating quarters, their living spaces, a curiously small library area, and finally, a workout zone, centered in the largest room seen yet.
TR: A boxing ring! Bully!
TR: Abe, you used to wrestle, didn't you?
Abe: Excuse me, but I hardly believe this is an appropriate situation for such activity. Perhaps if you wish to test my strength at a later date, I would...
TR: You're yellow, aren't you?
Abe: Now, I have been called quite a few things by quite a few people...but I never was one to turn down a challenge!
Bill: Uh, what are you guys doing?
Agent: If you wish, I will arbitrate this situation...
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