CHAMPAIGN, IL – Brett Davis, intern at Strategies Solutions Inc., embarked on a wild, “totally bitchin’” journey back in time on Thursday morning with the office fax machine. As Davis opened paper tray 3 to fix a mysterious jam, he fell into a temporal wormhole that transported him, along with his copy machine, back to the year 1986, the last time anyone tried to use that fax machine.

Davis called the reverse time skip “crazy, but not surprising”.

“It’s just normal intern stuff, I guess,” said Davis, who had just spent one full year in 1986 while only 30 seconds elapsed in his present day office.  “Sometimes you send emails, make some calls, go back in time and experienced the world before you were born alongside a sentient office appliance – whatever needs to get done.”

The fax machine led Davis on a culturally immersive excursion in an effort to better acquaint him with the world in which it was in its prime.

“It was a totally different time; hairstyle had no rules, Madonna was hot, Bill Cosby was respected, and Ferris Bueller existed outside of high school yearbook quotes,” he explained. “But even in that completely alien world, that fax machine was just… it was right at home,” said Davis, recalling his chaperon through time.

Davis also reported that he and the machine shared a series of amusing and anachronistic adventures, like spending time at the mall and sending a report of thirty double sided pages to the San Francisco office. The traveling odd couple also jammed out to classic hits by Lionel Richie, Huey Lewis and the News, and the Xerox dial connection tone.

While the pair had a wonderful experience, Davis knew he had to return to the comforts and responsibilities of modern life, but only after learning a few heartfelt lessons from a distant time, such as the importance of friendship and how to resolve an interrupted teleconnection using the reset menu on a Panasonic Telefax 2600.

“Even though I was sad to leave 1986 behind, I’ll always have ‘Faxy’, my main homefry, to remind me of a simpler time,” said Davis, becoming visibly moved in a reminiscence of past times. As he spoke, the machine emitted a loud noise and spat out a sheet of blurred ink. “Oh shit, jammed again, piece of crap.”