Brother Number One invents a machine that can extract things and place things in elsewhen,
but only if the acts don’t interfere with free will; Brother Number Two tries to steal the
machine.
“By God and all the saints,” he said. “Time travel.”
Harold snorted
impatiently. “My dear Peter, ‘time’ is a meaningless word taken by itself, just as
‘space’ is.”
“But barring that, time travel.”
“If you like, yes.”