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Now and then, here and there...Time: 80 million years ago.
Far out in the deep vacuum of space a pontoon boat, a parachute, an elephant gun, and an engineer in football gear and grass-like camouflage staticked into existence.
Air rapidly rushed out of the engineering student's lungs, to be replaced by... well... nothing. That's what “vacuum” is and does.
Panicking, the engineering student jerked spasmodically on his rifle's trigger. The bullet inside the gun briefly debated whether there was enough air left in its casing to ignite the gunpowder so it exploded & rocketed away. It holed the boat hull along its lonely flight path into uncharted, prehistoric space. It would hit nothing else for several million years.
Under zero gravity's freedom, the engineering student's hair seemed to wave at invisible friends nearby.
Beneath his hair, ideas rapidly rushed out of his head.
These weren't great ideas. Panicked, rapidly deoxygenating brain cells seldom produce great ideas. Mostly, they're of the
Tablecloths and gummy bears“Matter is stuck in time,” Singh said abruptly, and patted the university cafeteria table between her small self and the looming, unhygienic bulk of Pinkerton.
Singh continued: “Matter in the present is laid out like a tablecloth, and it's buried above and below other tablecloths in a huge stack we call the timeline.”
“And...?” offered Pinkerton in a deep rumbling voice that came from somewhere deep inside his barrel chest. His eyebrows fluttered up and settled down slowly onto his bony brow like damp autumn leaves caught in a brief breeze.
Singh pinched the tablecloth near its center and lifted a little. “So maybe time travel is difficult mainly because of the interconnectedness of things in the present, and also the resistance of the time-slices-- the tablecloths-- above and below it. Time travel might be like trying to move a single square inch of that tablecloth up or down, without first cutting it free from the rest of the tablecloth
Nature and Religion: A Palindrome"Seth," said Hop, "There. God, No?"
Hop faced Seth as trees waited outside.
Nature confronted Hop and Seth.
Seth and Hop confronted nature.
Outside waited trees as Seth faced Hop.
"...No god there, Hop," said Seth.
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