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It all started with a knock on a door.
Two faces greeted him, one full of wonder, one more cautious. He convinced them both, eventually, that his story was true. After impregnating them and confirming his success through the photograph he had said goodbye and disappeared back to the future.
When Blane returned to the future he was greeted with applause. The MECHANIC (Man Entrusted to Change History, Advance the Nation, and Impregnate Citizens) Control Room was on its feet. He had been successful, history was changing, and the world would be safe. Would be, they said, because while his work had made an impact, it wasn't enough. They told him he would need to do more.
And so it was that Blane, the Time-Traveling Mechanic was put to work every day continuing his mission. The research team worked around the clock finding suitable partners; those with the necessary playful spirit. It became tedious after the first few weeks. He was allowed revisit his favorites from time to time (that, however, is a story for another time). That became his only joy.
Eventually he was no longer needed. The nation was full of happy, playful people. The MECHANIC Project was dismantled. Children learned about him in school. He was called The Father of the Future. He literally was, and therein lay the problem.
Blane couldn't have a normal relationship in his own time. He couldn't date anyone because there was a good chance he was their great-great-grandfather. Though he was hailed as a hero, he couldn't find happiness. He decided he had to make one more trip into the past. This time though, he would stay.
He had thought about this for days. Where would he go? One of the many women he had visited previously seemed the likely choice. But who did he feel would accept him? When he had made his decision he grabbed his trusty time-machine (he'd begun referring to it as Clark) and his dry erase marker and chose a date sometime after his last visit.
And know here he stood, on the front porch, hand raised to knock.
Knock knock
Blane smiled as the door opened.
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