The end of time is as much of a magnet for time travelers as is Hitler’s birth, although for a different reason.
For what seemed like hour upon hour they arrived. Some by strange, grotesque vehicles. Some by spectacularly announced projection. Some by chronion gas, or drugs, or spiritual exercise, or by sheer mental power. Some involuntarily. Some unknowingly. At one point not far inland from the beach, across the first row of dim, ugly dunes, there suddenly appeared an entire city.

Variants

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  1. “Nebogipfel at the End of Time” by Richard A. Lupoff, in Heavy Metal, September 1978.
  2. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . written by Richard A. Lupoff