What can I do to save us from ourselves? How to save my friends, my city, my state, my
country, the entire
world from this obsession with doom? Well, it
was in my library late one night that my hand, searching along shelves, touched at last
on an old and beloved book by H. G. Wells. His time device called, ghostlike, down
the years. I heard! I understood. I truly listened. Then I blueprinted. I built. I
traveled [
. . .]