Dr. Elara Finch had spent her entire career obsessed with the concept of time. For years, she meticulously worked on a device that could manipulate temporal boundaries - a machine that would allow someone to travel into the past. It was her life's work, an experiment that would prove her theories true, and she was determined to make it a reality.

Finally, after countless sleepless nights, the "ChronoPulse" was ready. It was a sleek, silver pod, barely larger than a chair, with wires snaking from its core and glowing blue panels on the sides. The idea was simple: activate the device, set the year on a small screen, and step inside. It would send the user 10 years into the past. Elara couldn't wait to test it.

She was ready for the first trial. The countdown on the ChronoPulse began, her heart racing in anticipation. "Ten... nine... eight..." The hum of the machine grew louder. She had set the device to send her back to a pivotal moment in her life - a conversation she'd had with her late father. Maybe, just maybe, she could change his mind about her future, about her career.

"Three... two... one..." Elara braced herself.

A flash of light enveloped her, and her vision blurred. The world spun, and she felt herself being pulled through space. But something was wrong. The sensation of time was distorted. Instead of landing in the past, Elara crashed to the ground - hard.

Dazed, she slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see the familiar sights of her childhood home. Instead, she was met with towering structures, holographic billboards, and a sky that shimmered with a strange metallic hue.

"Where am I?" she whispered.

A metallic vehicle zoomed past her, hovering a foot above the ground, its sleek surface reflecting the eerie lights of the city. The air smelled strange - clean, but with a synthetic edge. Elara scrambled to her feet, her mind racing. She tried to access the ChronoPulse, but it was malfunctioning, the screen flickering erratically. It was clear now: she hadn't gone back 10 years.

She had gone forward.

A century forward.

Panicking, Elara stumbled through the city streets, trying to make sense of this new world. The people she saw were dressed in odd, futuristic clothing, some with glowing implants beneath their skin, others speaking in languages she didn't recognize. She felt out of place - like an ancient relic, a ghost in this strange, unknown time.

But survival instincts kicked in. Elara needed to find a way to fix the ChronoPulse, to return to her time. She ducked into a quiet alley and crouched behind a towering machine, trying to collect her thoughts. Her mind flashed back to her research notes - the code, the equations, the calculations. There had been warnings. Temporal shifts could cause unpredictable side effects.

The reality of her situation started to sink in: she had no idea how the world worked in this future. She had no resources, no contacts, and no way of knowing how to navigate this advanced society.

But there was one thing she did have - her scientific knowledge. If she could find a way to communicate with the technology around her, maybe she could fix her device and reverse the mistake. She had to learn fast.

A few hours later, Elara had found herself in a bustling marketplace, where a mix of human and humanoid vendors sold strange, colorful gadgets and glowing food items. Using her knowledge of electronics, she managed to hack into a nearby information terminal, inputting a series of commands she hoped would get her a map of the city. She didn't understand most of what she saw, but the map gave her a starting point.

As she wandered, she eventually found a building that resembled a research institute, its exterior made of translucent materials that pulsed with soft light. Inside, she found people wearing lab coats, engaged in deep conversations. They didn't seem surprised by her appearance. In fact, one of them - a tall, gray-haired woman - stepped toward her, as if expecting her.

"You're the temporal anomaly, aren't you?" the woman said, her voice calm but assertive.

Elara froze. "How do you know?"

The woman smiled. "We've been expecting you. You're not the first one to make such a? miscalculation."

In a mix of relief and confusion, Elara followed the woman to a lab deeper inside the building. There, a team of scientists explained that temporal travel was not only possible in the future, but it was also tightly regulated. They had detected her arrival within moments of her misjump. The ChronoPulse, it seemed, had malfunctioned in an unprecedented way - Elara hadn't simply traveled backward; she had inadvertently launched herself into a time so far ahead that the technology and world around her were unrecognizable.

"We can help you return," the woman said, "but it will take time. You'll need to learn about this era and its technologies. And," she paused, "we'll need your help in understanding your device."

Elara realized the truth of what they were saying. She was stranded, yes - but maybe this was not the end. If she could work with these scientists, combine her knowledge of temporal mechanics with theirs, she might just be able to find her way home.

It wouldn't be easy. But survival wasn't just about finding a way back to the past. It was about adapting to the future, learning, and pushing forward - just like she had always done with her work.

And so, Elara Finch, the time traveler lost a century ahead, found herself not just surviving but forging a new purpose in a world she never expected to see.