| PROJECT F.E.T.A. |
| (Fusion Enhanced Timeline Accelerator) |
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| U2DU T4Y= Vu3+A2 Y=MX+b U 2 V2u2 + a2 Va+bu+C4= (Va+bu2 {6au} V2+Va2 bu) |
| lx 1.21 Gw (a=aux6 {t4 y}) Va+bu+C4= (._Y_.) =mx+b 8==D (_(_ (Va+bu2 {6au} V2+Va2 bu) lwh=v/``` 3 |
| In the beginning, F.E.T.A. was nothing more than a mere dream. The ability to travel back to any time of your choosing. Anything could be accomplished, and any catastrophe could potentially be diverted. Wealth could be acculmulated. Awkward situations could be erased from existance forever. It was a gorgeous summer day. It was June 28th, 2003. I woke up on the late side, as I haden't been able to sleep well for a variety of reasons (Terrorists, nukes, multinational corporations, the feds, the man, the fuzz, freinds, enemies, neutralities, stoners, dickheads, billionaires, junkies, heiresses, the national debt, and fact that there's always brail at drive up ATMs). After awakening, I ate a quick breakfast. Shortly thereafter, I recalled that only the day before, I had bought a Countach poster at a local garage sale. I finished eating, and proceded to find a good hanging location for the poster. It wasn't long before I had found the ideal spot; the drawback was that I couldn't reach high enough to hang it there. Using my superior intellect, I grabbed a nearby rolling chair in order to overcome the problem. I stood up on the chair and began to hang my precious poster. Next thing I knew, I was starring at the cieling with a pounding headache. After coming to, I got up off the floor and sat on the futon, positioned on the wall opposite the ideal hangning place. After several minutes of collecting myself, I remembered a vision that struck me in my unconcious stupor. It was a vision that I will not soon forget. It was what made project FETA a reality. I contacted some friends later that day and told them what I had experienced. They told me I was an idiot and a douchebag, and one of them said that if he were in my immidiate presence, he would sock me in the face for wasting his time and being such a complete moron. I decided it best to work alone. I found it difficult to get some of the things I needed at the age of 17 (spray paint, 181 proof liquor, three inflatable women, twenty-seven bottles of cough syrup, and several pounds of Cesium 137- the world's most radioactive isotope), so I talked to this bum who hangs out by 7-11 and he said he'd help me out. Unfortunately, his help only went so far. He was unable to get what I needed to achieve nuclear fission, the Cesium 137, so I decided to go with fusion. In several days, I had completed the world's first fully functioning fusion reactor. This summer was turning out to be one of the most productive I'd ever had. Although breakthroughs had been made, I was nowhere near done. I knew I had to have a platform for this time traveling device. I chose to use a 1987 Lincoln Mark VII (A little Roman lingo there) for the base of my time traveler. I bought the lincoln shortly thereafter. The picture above shows me on the day of it's purchase. Don't ask about the outfit. On second thought, you can ask if you want to, but I probably wont hear you now, will I? Anywho, in about three weeks, project FETA had been built and was ready for it's preliminary testing. |
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| F.E.T.A.- A progressive revelation 11100100110010110010011 |
| F.E.T.A. - A road less traveled 1001000000100010010000100 |
| F.E.T.A. - What those bastards at the D.O.D. didn't tell you 1001 |
| F.E.T.A. - The motivation behind astronomical idiocy 001000100 |
| F.E.T.A. - Changing the way we see the world 100100101001000 |
| F.E.T.A. - The real (boring) story 0010010101100001001000001 |