Way back in time, in the mid 1950s, 10-year-old Ron Mallett was growing up in the Bronx when he happened upon a comic-book that had a curious contraption on the cover. A man in a dark suit, smoking a pipe, sat at its center, apparently busy with the finer details of its construction. The machine’s frame was two large hoops, connected in such a way that they made a hollow sphere, and inside that there was a seat with wires, vents and tubes coming out of it.
The book was called The Time Machine by HG Wells. Lifting it from the shelf, Ron read the first sentence: “Scientific people know very well that time is only a kind of space. We can move forward and backward in time just as we can move forward and backward in space.”
So Ron is building a time machine so he can go back in time to spend time with his father.