Sir Arthur Strangways: Only a trifle. I wish to see a file of
the Times.
“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.”
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!
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.
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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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?
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.
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
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.
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.
P.S. Don’t skip the end-credits!
Your monitor and the shop’s TV are linked with a two-minute delay.
Sadly, the story comes close to being a slick static timeline, but alas, the writers could not follow through.
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.
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—
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.