Chapter 1: Last day at NEASA

February, 2029, central San Jose. About 8 in the morning and already the streets were flowing with cars, the sides of buildings glimmered in the reflection of the bright morning sun, and plane trails dominated the eastern sky. Just outside downtown San Jose, the traffic was starting to pile up. Cars were beeping here and there, giving one man a mild headache. This man was not going to some ordinary work place like everyone else. No, this man was going to NEASA; the National Earth And Science Administration. This facility was a division of NASA, focusing mainly on the Earth science. It wasn't as daunting as going into space, but the research that was taking place there was out of the ordinary.

Rush hour was one of the worst times to be on the road, especially for one man. That man was Peter; a six foot high man with brown eyes and a really dark shade of brown for hair. He was nice to others a lot of the time, and would only use violence as a last resort. At the age of 34, Peter had been in NEASA for about three years, and nothing abnormal had happened in that time. Only a few weeks ago he had made one of the biggest discoveries of all time, but by now the only thing he could think of was... well we'll go into more detail later.

"This traffic is a nightmare, I should of taken the hyperloop train today. What's on the radio lately?" The adult asked himself, the car automatically selected a random radio station, which was broadcasting the news...

"Welcome to the 106 FM radio, 8:30 in the morning. News over recent events almost a month ago have since died down, however the vast majority of people in California and people from across the nation are still asking "what was that thing in the sky?". The NEASA center that was destroyed during the event has since been rebuilt, though smaller, and much of the houses that were damaged have since been refurbished and restored. The CEO of NASA hasn't stated anything regarding the events, which has lead to some believing that the only one who can speak about this is the eyewitnesses. It is unfortunate that so far none of them have said anything other than another world and a large portal, however today there will be an interview of Peter Brooks, who has been the top person of the controversial events. Now onto the weather..."

Parking his car at the closest space to the NEASA space center. He was crowded by the media, who were throwing out all sorts of questions. He didn't say anything to anyone, just as long he could get inside. He quickly slammed the door before they could get in, locking it just in case.

"Man, they've been getting more and more pushy since I decided to come back to San Jose." He sighed to himself, even after a month of leaving the city it seemed that not much time had passed.

"Lemme guess, news having a go at you again?" A familiar voice, it was Peter's friend Sarah. She was slightly smaller in height than Peter, with golden hair and green eyes. The 30-year-old looked younger, mid 20s kinda look, with a fairly slim dress that made her look even more younger.

"Yes, what else could it be? They just won't let it go." He said frustratingly, sighing heavily to express how stupid it was.

"Well, who would forget about that? No one forgets four di-"Sarah was interrupted when he pointed to the camera's. "We can't discuss about them here, maybe later at the San Pedro Square. For now let's get to business, found anything interesting from the data ALMAT provided?" Peter asked swiftly.

She looked at him directly "Apart from the fact that the rocks are six million years younger, and how there's no iridium layer at the sixty-five million mark, I'm convinced that you're the reason they even exist."

Not wanting to ask more about the subject, his friend changed subject "So what happened to ALMAT?" well, a subject that was closely related to the previous one. "I left her with them, she can survive for this long, however I need to get to them pretty soon. There's some files in encrypted in her programming that will decrypt at any time now. I regret leaving them, but I didn't want them knowing."

"Knowing what exactly? You haven't told me that either." Sarah asked sternly, Peter knew he couldn't ignore it and continued "Very personal, I found something on the recording, specifically when we first landed. Well, I didn't. He did."

"If it's that personal then okay, I won't bother. How long you'll be staying today?"

"Not for much longer, I've got an interview at one in the afternoon. It's going to be a long day from then on explaining everything. Since they're probably going to broadcast it for the public to see, you might as well listen to it."

From 9 am to midday things were boring. As most of the research was lost a month back it was hard to do anything. Today was Peter's last day at the site, feeling that working there was just going to stress him out more, even if he did see his friends again. It would take a whole year for the place to be fully built, so there was no point doing nothing in that time. At the last hour, Peter went into the Seismic Room; a room dedicated to the plate tectonics of Earth and research into forecasting quakes. He sighed looking at the monitor, which showed a slowly spinning Earth, there were rings marking where earthquakes had occurred in the last 48 hours, along with arrows showing where the earthquakes would progress to.

"Been a long time since I looked at this, forecasting quakes was much harder before this, luckily someone made this. Without it who knows how many wouldn't be here anymore." He said to himself, it was him that first used the program to make predicting quakes as accurate as weather forecasts. Leaving the room, he decided to take the hyperloop train, since his car would park itself back home if left for too long. On the train, he was asked multiple questions, to which he kept saying the same answer "You'll get your answers soon enough." Saying the same sentence over again soon made everyone quiet, and by soon I mean half of the 2 minute trip back to central San Jose.

Taking a walk across town instead of directly going to the interview was nicer. Although the sound of cars wasn't as appealing as he'd hoped, it was the perfect thing to relieve his thoughts. Since most people went by car, there weren't many people who asked questions along the way, and if there was he'd ignore it. It was 5 minutes to 1 in the afternoon by the time he got to his destination; a tall glazed building of 20 floors. He was soon greeted by the customer service, who told him which floor and room to go to rather than asking him any questions.

"At least they don't bother me. Well then, time to reveal one and for all." Peter said to himself as he pressed the close button. A small digital number increased from G to 14 as the elevator stopped. The hallway in front wasn't too long, about 3 doors on either side. Opening the second door to the left, he saw all that was this room. The blinds were down and the lights were on, a medium-sized table stood in the middle, and around it were 3 cameras; presumably to broadcast the interview. A man in his late 40s sat at the farthest side of the table, gesturing to a seat on the opposite side.

"Good afternoon Peter, now you know why you're here. Don't you?" He spoke in a deep and serious tone. Peter sighed, before responding with "Yes I do, I don't get the point of it though."

"I'll refresh you then. Ever since people witnessed what happened over there, everyone's wondering how it happened and if it actually happened. We've asked everyone who saw it just what happened, but we've gotten nothing from them. We spoke to Sarah and she mentioned you, which is why we asked you to come over. Now, you're probably going to ask why we have set up the cameras. Since the public want to know so badly, we're doing this to help them. Now, before you begin, do you have any other questions?"

Peter shifted, before replying "No. But, I'd like to say that you found the right person at the wrong time. I need to find them-"

"Them? Who's 'them' Peter?"

"My friends, I haven't seen them in a month, I have to find them." Peter asked, however it was mainly ignored.

"I think they can wait a day, no? Besides, it's only human to wait."

"Hmm, how lightly can I say this. They're not human." Peter said, knowing how the audience would react to it.

"Would you care to elaborate on that, Mr Brooks?"

"If you really want to know all that, I won't be talking about something that happened in hours, I'll be talking what happened in months. You people want to know all that?" Peter asked, looking directly into each camera at a time to get the point across.

Intrigued, the man on the other end spoke once more "We really did find the right person huh. So then Peter, what were their-"

"Names? Now I won't say all of them right now, it's a bit early for that. However, my best friend I think deserves to have their name called out. Okay then people, grab your meals because this might take a few hours. I'm Peter Brooks and I'll not only be talking about what happened, but I'll also be talking about my encounter with a very special guy. His name is none other than Arlo, the special dinosaur!"

A/N: Hey Guys, Welcome to my new story "Peter's Machine Between Worlds", I don't know how long this is going to be, nor do I have a full script. But what I do know is that this is going to be much different from the original film and my first story. Now, I'm going to post the next chapter tomorrow, however I'm not going to upload chapter's next weekend. What I'm going to do is have these stories be uploaded every fortnight-weekend. So one weekend I'll post, then the next I won't, then the next I will and so on.

For me it's much easier doing it like this, I have a lot of stuff other than story making and having a routine like this makes things much better. It also gives me more time to plan out the story after this "The Sounding of a Meteor". Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, let me know how you feel about the story so far. And as always, I'll see you in the next chapter.