After testing his time machine on mice, Richard Sauger himself travels to the far end of time
with no plot other than that.
He stood on a flat plain that undulated gently. That much was understandable. The surface
of the earth, if it really was changing rapidly, had become a mere blur to his senses.
The solid ring of substance across the sky was the sun, traveling at a prodigious rate
that kept pase with his transit through Time. The retina of the eye caught its image as a
solid ring, so swift was the earth’s rotation. As the seasons altered the ring shifted
lower or higher across the horizon, that was all.