Clyde Crane Campbell

pseudonym of H. L. Gold
Short Story

Inflexure


Some rogue object passing through the solar system manages to merge together all people from all times of Earth.
I’m over the Caroline Islands, longitude 158° 23´ west, latitude 8° 30´ north. There’re millions of people drowning all around me. What shall I do?
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  • Science Fiction
  • Definite Time Travel