The Time Orphan Universe

 

As promised in the previous blog post, we’ll talk more about time travel, namely my book, Orphans of Space-Time.

I need to emphasis it here: Orphans of Space-Time doesn’t follow the rules laid down by Emmet Brown (Back to the Future), nor the Many Worlds theory of Hugh Everrit (I have a different series that subscribes to those rules). I need to emphesis it because, though the rules of the game are clearly spelled out in the narrative, at least two reviewers stated that there was a plot hole because the actions of the time traveller didn’t erase his own existence. 

All the editions since, begin with a prelude, simply stating the Three Observable Facts of Time Travel. I’ll paste them in at the end of this email. But first, here’s a storyteller’s description of how it works (You’ll also find this in the book, in the appendix):

So, what happens if you go back in time and kill your own paternal grandfather when he’s 11 years old? In the universe in which these stories are set, you’ll simply return to your own time and find that no one knows you. Your father was never born, and therefore, neither were you.

But you still exist. You're now a time orphan. Contrary to both Drs Hugh Everest and Emmett Brown, you neither created another parallel universe, nor a time-space paradox; simply a new timeline that replaced the previous one. All the people whose birth you erased, such as your brothers and sisters, never existed. Only you do, simply because you established the fact of your existence from a time-location before the critical event.  

...And, your older sister, also a time traveller, has survived, even though she was in the timeline as it got erased.

That's because two weeks earlier, she travelled back to try to discover King Arthur, who lived long before you killed your and her grandfather, thus establishing the fact of her existence ever since King Arthur's time.

So there she is, two weeks later, lying in a hammock in her backyard reading Malory’s Mort d’Author, when suddenly… the impression of lying in a hammock in her backyard reading Mort d’Author is only a very dim memory that comes to her while she’s actually sitting in the lobby of the local youth hostel going over her research into her grandfather’s death at age 11.

Returning from her adventure, she had popped back into a house that isn't hers, no hammock in the backyard, and she probably gets arrested for trespassing even though it was her own house in the old timeline (that explanation usually doesn't stand up in court). She has no brothers or sisters, or Father, and you haven't popped back into the new timeline yet. Her mother is married to her old history teacher, and doesn't know her. Her research tells her that her grandfather once existed, but was mysteriously killed at age 11.  

But she has the dim recollection of a concurrent timeline which ended with her lying on her hammock reading Mort d’Arthur. It's way too dim to remember events with any clarity.  

Of course she remembers her life before she jumped back to find King Arthur. That's because it's her personal timeline, and she’ll always remember that even if no one else does. By jumping so far back in time, she had established her own life as a pre existing fact, so she didn't get erased by the new timeline. However, most of her memories are now of things that never happened.

But now she has popped back into a changed timeline, where she already existed up to the point where you made your time jump to visit wee Grandpa. Because she is now imposing a new memory over the existing memory of those two weeks, causing the original to appear as deja vous.

There’s something about the discontinuation of a timeline that activates the original memory, so she suddenly becomes awar of an alternate sequence of events for those two weeks. While she was sitting in the overstuffed settee in the lobby of the hostel, reviewing her information about her grandfather, she suddenly has the impression she's been lying in her hammock in her own backyard reading Mort d’Arthur. It’s only a residew of memory, unless something happens to trigger a full memory, like, maybe, a dream brought about by thinking hard about something. 

Then, you suddenly reappear in her new timeline. She puts two and two together.

Now, you're in trouble!

So, how did you and your sister become time travellers? It started when you both realised you were having dim memories of discontinued timelines - or at least confused by alternative facts regarding recent events. That was the first clue that you had the gift of time travel. From there, there are two ways to become a time traveller: 

• Through long and rigorous training in concentration techniques, 

• The use of a small mind focusing device, that was designed in a medieval Japanese Christian monastery in a world in which Rome was conquered by Hannibal Barca, and never rose to be an empire. 

So, there you are, having jumped back in time, and tracked down your 11 year old grandfather. He is just inches from you. You are about to grab him, when suddenly, there stands your sister, giving you a look that would wake the dead.

‘Don't. Even. Think. About. It.’ she says, in her most convincing tone.

She grips you by the ear, drags you away from young Grandpa, and time-jumps you back to your own time, where you merge with your selves of the restored timeline. Then she confiscates your mind-focusing device.

Now, do you notice how you and your sister’s personal timelines seem to go both forward, backwards and sideways, weaving in and out through various timelines? Yohan, in the narrative, explained four dimensional space-time, so I won't do it here, except to say there’s also a fifth dimension. That's what enables us to refer to ‘original timeline', ‘new timeline’ and ‘personal timeline’. It seems that in the fifth dimension, from the timetravellor’s point of view, time moves sideways from old to new in a different direction than time in the fourth dimension. A timeline can go on for a million years in the fourth dimension, and yet be short lived in the fifth dimension. How? One person initiates a critical event that starts a new timeline, then his arch-enemy jumps a million years into the future, and then straight back to prevent the first person from initiating the critical event.

The above was reedited from the appendix of the book. There’s more, but to paste it here would provide too many spoilers. 

Anyway, here’s how it works, simplified:

The Three Observable Facts of Time Travel

1. What really happens when you jump back to an earlier time and prevent your own birth? Do you produce a time-space paradox? Do you create another parallel universe?
   No, you become a Time Orphan. Other people may cease to exist if their birth was affected by your action, but you go on existing, because you now have a new point of origin, the earliest point of time you travelled to.

2. If, by jumping backwards in time, you change the course of your own life to the extent that you wouldn't have made the time jump when you did, you produce another instance of yourself, a Time Dopple. Dopples can coexist in the same timeline, as long as they don't come too close together. If they come within each other's event horizon, they merge back into one - one person with two sets of memories. That's because it's against the laws of physics for two instances of the same matter to exist at the same time.

3. Only certain people have the gift of time perception. Such people remember broken timelines, be it only the residue of a memory, or a deja vous. If they develop that gift, they can become time travellers themselves.

So, Isaac Asimov has his "three laws of robotics", I have my "three facts". All the stories in this collection are based on the Three Observable Facts.

And here’s where to get it:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M1AIZGS

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01M1AIZGS

Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01M1AIZGS

Amazon Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01M1AIZGS

How to plan a new sequel to the Back to the Future trilogy in 2026

This is probably the closest I’ve ever come to writing fan fiction, but here goes…

  

The film opens sort of like a documentary about the history of hover-cars. The inventor, it seems, was searching for a way to help his young brother who had been crippled in an accident. His search for a way to give him mobility was what led to hover technology, which was later applied to motor vehicles and skateboards.

The film shows the scene of the accident between a white Rolls-Royce and a black pick-up truck. Both are wrecked. An ambulance is parked nearby, with paramedics surrounding the young boy. Others are assisting the driver of the black pick-up, whom we see is none other than our Marty McFly, who had injured his hand, and is looking absolutely horrified at what has just happened.

 Suddenly the action stops, and then speeds into reverse. The boy flies back into the car, the black pick-up up-rights itself and speeds backwards, while the white Rolls-Royce glides backwards into the side road. Finally, there’s Marty McFly at the wheel of his new car, and Needles, in the other car, challenging him to a road race. Back into normal forward motion, the action proceeds, but it instead it happens just as it did at the end of Back to the Future III, in which the accident didn't happen.

Therefore, the little boy didn’t get paralysed from the waist down. 

Therefore, his older brother didn't invent hover-conversion.

Therefore, we don’t have flying cars today in 2026, and Back to the Future IV is free to follow its natural course.

A few problems still need to be solved, of course. How did Doc Brown get his hover conversion without causing a paradox in the  time-space continuum? 

Maybe he just kept going yet farther and farther into the future until he did come upon hover technology. 

And why have there been no more sequels to the Jaws film? What about holographic animated billboards? Or jackets that automatically dry themselves and tell you when they’re dry?

Maybe the invention of flying cars in that timeline was what inspired the other technology. Perhaps so much effort was made in developing talking jackets and holographic animation that drew the energy away from developing the Internet, so that in that timeline they’re stuck using fax machines instead of sending emails. 

Perhaps, with technology speeding fast-forward, sci-fi films became redundant, and people watched Jaws instead.

But I’ve solved the first problem anyway. Someone else can sort out the rest. 

I’ve got my own time-travel universe to work with.

The Back to the Future films were a landmark in the progression of time travel stories, and have their place right up there with H.G. Wells’ Time Machine, and Dr. Who. They gave us a point of reference for discussing and developing time travel ideas. I thoroughly enjoyed them myself and have watched them countless times. However, it needs to be said that Emit Brown’s theories regarding the danger of a paradox in the space-time continuum, don’t have to be the rule. In my own series of stories in Orphans of Space-Time, it is possible to go back in time, cause your own grandfather’s death at a young age, and still survive. You just become a Time Orphan. 

I’ll explain how that works in another newsletter.

  

Here it is in case you want to download it:

  

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M1AIZGS

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01M1AIZGS

Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01M1AIZGS

Amazon Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01M1AIZGS

Alice in the Rabbit Hole

One hot afternoon, Alice was resting in her back garden while her older sister read a boring novel. 

She saw a white rabbit hopping by, who took out its pocket watch, and said, ‘I’m late! I’m late, for a very important date!’

Alice’s sister only looked up briefly from her boring novel and mumbled something like, ‘I love the way that rhymes.’

‘But Alice’s curiosity was aroused. ‘Date with whom? Where?’

‘The tea party, of course, and you’d better hurry if you want to make it before the pouring of the tea!’

‘How do I get there?’

‘Follow me down this hole! Quick! And stay in the middle of the hole, don’t get too near the edges!’

Alice’s sister looked up just then. ‘Alice! Don’t even think about it! The mad hatter lives at the end of that hole!’

The rabbit replied, ‘Not so at all! He only appears mad at first, but once you catch his drift, you’ll find him the sanest hatter as ever there was! Coming Alice?’

So the rabbit jumped in, and Alice, after getting up her courage, jumped in after him.’

‘Remember, stay in the middle!’ called the rabbit from further down.

‘Okay, I’ll try.’

It was then that she noticed that around the edges, it was very rough. If she got close, her skirt would surely snag, and stop her fall to the bottom - and to the tea party. 

She also noticed that when she paid attention to any of the snags, she would begin to drift towards it in her fall.

‘Stay in the middle!’ called the rabbit again. ‘Don’t let the snags pull you towards them!’

Indeed, as she stayed in the middle, focusing on what was ahead, she thought she could actually smell the tea, the biscuits and buns.

So she focused on that, but suddenly, one rock she saw jutting out from the edge reminded her very much of Billy, at school, who was always tormenting her, and hiding her things.

Just thinking about him made her upset, and of course, she began drifting towards that rocky snag. 

‘That rock is just ideal to pull out of the side and throw it at Billy next time I see him,’ she said to herself.

‘You can’t afford revenge. Look straight down the hole and think of the tea party that awaits! Forgive Billy!’

So, she looked straight down and thought about the tea party. Then she began drifting back to the middle.

‘But Billy…’ she began to drift back.

‘Forgive him!’

So she said, ‘I forgive you, Billy.’ She looked down towards the tea party. ‘I wish you could come too, if you could only taste what I smell, you’d like it so much you’d stop being such a bully!’

‘That’s right,’ called the rabbit.

They kept falling. Alice was enjoying the fall, like it was a ride through the air, like she was flying. The ever-growing scent of the tea and buns only heightened the feeling.

Then, further down, she spotted another rocky protrusion. There seemed to be people on it – or it made her think of people, she couldn’t tell – who wanted to make a change in the way things were. They were talking about something going on in society, with the leadership, with politics, and saying, ‘This must stop! We must make it stop! YOU can make it stop!’

‘Oh, yes!,’ said Alice, ‘I must do my part to make this stop, and to make society better. I must join my voice with theirs!’

Of course, she began drifting towards that edge.

‘Alice!’ called the rabbit. ‘The tea party that awaits is so much better than any political party!’

‘Oh yes,’ said Alice, ‘I must focus on the middle, and on the tea party.’

Indeed, the scent from below made Alice think this tea must be blended from the very best of all the exotic teas in the world. If everyone would only sip this tea, it would solve the worlds problems!’

‘Tea party?’ said someone. ‘We have a tea party.’

‘No,’ called the rabbit. ‘Our tea is too fine to be thrown into the Boston Harbour.’

So, Alice continued focusing on the aroma of the tea and the lovely pastries that was now quite distinct.

She wondered if she was properly dressed for the tea party.

She must have been thinking out loud, as, from the next rock, someone answered her, ‘Of course not! That dress is so yesterday! And that phone there, isn’t that model from five years ago? I bet it was your mother’s! (it was) C’mon! Wake up and smell the coffee!’

‘You’re dressed just fine!’ called the rabbit. ‘Don’t fall for consumerism! Smell the tea instead!’ 

Alice knew he was right. Just the scent of the tea and wonderful delicacies was enough to give her a sense of contentment such that the consumerist dream could never bring.

So, finally, they reached the tea party. It was far grander than what she could catch the scent of on the way down.

And there, at the head of the table, stood the most handsome, elegant gentleman Alice had ever set eyes on, looking at her through eyes that radiated warmth and care. Here was the father Alice never had, the object of many of her dreams and longings. Here, stood the Prince – who made hats for a living.

She realised that she, herself, was now dressed in the most magnificent wedding gown she had ever seen.

‘Mr. Hatter,’ said the white rabbit, ‘May I present to you, your bride.’

Another review of The Planet

jeyranmain.com/2026/05/13/the-planet-by-robby-charters-book-review-2345/

 

Robby Charters’ The Planet: Blessed Are the Poor, for Theirs Is the Lift to Space as the Planet Dies is a bold, unsettling, and deeply human science-fiction novel that flips the familiar survival narrative on its head. When a comet is on a direct course to annihilate all life, Captain Steinberg is tasked with evacuating the wealthy elite. A communications failure changes everything. With no time to correct course, Steinberg lands in the first city he sees and fills his ship with society’s forgotten: the poor, the marginalized, the unwanted.

What follows is not a clean escape into space, but a tense moral experiment carried out under extreme pressure. The ship becomes a microcosm of humanity itself — housing orphaned street kids, an autistic savant, a disgraced scientist, a defiant priest, victims and abusers, idealists and extremists. Violence, power struggles, and grief do not disappear once Earth is gone; they follow the survivors into the stars.

Charters excels at writing flawed, believable characters whose motivations clash in uncomfortable ways. Even side characters feel fully realized, which makes every loss and betrayal land with emotional weight. The children in particular stand out — forming fragile alliances and protecting one another in ways that feel painfully real. Their resilience provides some of the novel’s most powerful moments.

The story grows even more complex upon arrival at the destination planet, where a small population lives sustainably, inspired by indigenous philosophies of balance and sufficiency. The sudden arrival of another thousand people — many shaped by consumerism and exploitation — forces an inevitable reckoning. Will humanity repeat its old mistakes, or can it learn to live differently when given a second chance?

Dark, provocative, and surprisingly tender, The Planet is a character-driven sci-fi novel that asks difficult questions about class, morality, survival, and who truly deserves a future. Fans of Adrian Tchaikovsky and Frank Herbert will find much to admire here.

Written by Jeyran Main

 

A free read - first chapter revision

To all who have already read THE RAT QUEEN: Some parts of the first chapter have been re-written with more accurate technical details, and also to make it more compatible with the rest of the series. Just so you won't miss out for not having the very latest edition, the first chapter has been posted here. You're welcome to re-read it. 

Or, if you haven't read it yet, and you're considering buying it, you also can have a free read.

Just click on the cover image... 

Introducing Elijah Dove

It's finally out. 

From now through Sunday, you can download this for free in kindle format.

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