Two years, that is the time that my sensors had told me had passed while I was researching.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. All I had been doing was researching, building prototypes, then researching again. It was a familiar routine but to lose track of time by that much was almost an impossibility.
My eyes narrowed as I calculated the possibility of my senses not reminding me of the time, it was almost a zero percent chance. Looking around I surveyed my surroundings, despite the years that had passed the dirt upon my feet, the grass that grew from it, nothing had changed. To my eyes it was as if only a day had passed, not even that.
Analyzing the grass and ground, I saw that it had not changed at all from the initial scan that I had done years ago. It was like time had never passed.
However I could not deny the truth, if all of my senses said that it was two years then two years it was.
