Get Rich Quick through Time Travel

Sir Arthur Strangways: Only a trifle. I wish to see a file of the Times.
Hahalaba:For what year?

“But someone must have taken it,” said the bewildered cashier. “Money doesn’t just walk off of its own accord or vanish into thin air—"

“These,” said Pete calmly, “are my fiancée.”

In eternity, the Law of Chance functions perfectly. In eternity, sooner or later, every possible combinaton of things and events must happen. Must happen, if it’s a possible combination. I say, therefore, that in eterminty, whatever can happen will happen!

I licked my lips greedily! I had to have that time-machine!

It looks like there was something about that swim in the river that threw me back ten years!

There she is, my cyclo-metronome, a real live time-machine!

If I could live the past thrity years over I’d not make the same mistakes!

Say, that’s the Tuesday Review program! And today is Monday! How could that be?

I heard that story you just told . . . and I believe you!

I awoke this morning to some very puzzling incidents. It seemed that time itself had stopped, or that the whole world had gone into super-slow motion.

Yeah, it takes dopey pictures—dopey pictures like things that haven’t happened yet, but they do happen.

Yes, I am a genius . . . and that’s why I’m about to become fabuously rich! Just as soon as I finish my greatest invention . . .

Which sounds more fantastic? That someone would take the trouble of composing an entire fictional edition of the Times setting it in type printing it and having it delivered or that through some sort of fluke of the fourth dimension we’ve been allowed a peek at next week’s newspaper?

Il veicolo aveva bisogno di una messa a punto! Comunque, siamo sulla “strada” giusta! Tenetevi forte!

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Keep your seat belts buckled at all times! In the unlikely event of a water landing, your seat cushion doubles as a flotation device.

It would bring our sponsors down upon us like so many angry hornets. The Unchanging would yank time travel out of human hands—retroactively.

Shorty: Look, if we know anything, we know that time travel's not possible. Einstein proved that. Right?
Michael: Time travel, yes. But Einstein was very clear that he believed time viewing, theoretically, could be accomplished.

Yes, exactly. You step on a bug and the fucking Internet is never invented.

You’re going to need a lot of dog food.

It’s too easy for me to say the wrong thing today, and if I do, we may never meet at all

Mr. B. invented a camera that takes pictures of the future.

So, Lou was killed in our present, which means that here in the future, he should still be dead. Well, clearly he’s not fucking dead, because he’s sitting here, still bothering me. So what that tells me is we’re in a completely different future on a completely different timeline. [. . .] Anyway, the repairman said that the past is actually the future of the present that we’re in right now. So I think what that means is the killer is from the future. So clearly, someone from 2025 will go back in time and shoot Lou.

All of them except Luke Denton and around a thousand other souls who’d been left behind whilst the rest of the human race were evolved against their will, by a force conspiracy theorists around the world had put down to anything from governmental to extra terrestrial tinkering.

Smoke billows into a bright blue sky scarred by a rip in the heavens—what we’ll come to know as . . . The Rift

“So, you time travelled,” said Janice.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure you didn’t just dream this?”
“Yes.”
Janice considered it. “Well, it is odd. But there are a lot of things in life I can’t explain.”
“You believe me?”
“I think I do, though you might not want to tell everyone what happened. It could raise questions.”
“About time travel or my mental stability?”

I stumbled over @yourdayplus1when I first joined Twitter [. . .]

I know this game. I’ve seen this game. State goes on a frantic late run and wins with an off-balance three at the buzzer.

“What? You live almost a hundred years in the future and you’ve never seen microfilm before?” asked Grant, who shook his head. “Women.”

“We have computer code which can store a warehouse of microfilm in a space the size of a pinhead.”

“How the hell do you do that?”

“With a series of zeros and ones.”

“That makes no sense whatsoever.”

“Yeah, I don’t really understand it myself.”

Do I ever find any kind of stability? Or do I live life year after year like some kind of existential hobo?

You were right—the photograph, it was me, it . . . It will be. I don’t know how, but it will.

The Downloader is a real piece of work. There’s only a ten percent chance of success, eh? And even if they make it, half of them get caught by the Control Bureau.

Appears to be a standard sequence violation. Branches growing at a stable rate and slope. Variant identified.

Que vontade de pedir desculpes pra você.

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If I could press undo in real life, I would do everything differently.

Young Adam: I mean if this is happening to me, that means that it already happened to you—right?—unless it works more like a multiverse where each ripple creates an alternate timeline—
Middle-Age Adam: It isn’t a multiverse! My god, we watch too many movies.

If it were time travel, as you say, you’d be here physically. This is merely a matter of data transfer: quantum tunneling is the technical term for it. I understand your confusion.