collision approaching

correct

course

manual override required

 

 The only difference, apparently, is the major dressing used on a roast beef club sandwich at a place called Garalfalo’s. 

1. 1.0. Timebound (1 Jan 2014) 16-year-old Kate Pierce-Keller
2. 1.5. Time’s Echo (25 Apr 2014) Kate in another timeline
3. 2.0. Time’s Edge (21 Oct 2014) to Kate’s grandfather’s time
4. 2.5. Time’s Mirror (30 Jun 2015) to 2305
5. 3.0 Time’s Divide (20 Oct 2015) the final chapter
6. 3.1. Gambit (2 Nov 2015) Chronos historian Saul Rand
7. 3.5. Simon Says (8 Dec 2015) Marilyn Monroe’s death
8. 3.6. Whack Job (29 Jan 2016) Simon meets Lizzie Bordon

 I was feeling very shaky on my feet. I’d never had any sort of hallucination, and the sounds and images had seemed so real, like I was actually experiencing them firsthand. 

 Professional driver. Closed course. Do not attempt! 

 I like halftime! 

 See, this is how it happens. I’m in that place I want to be, then suddenly it’s twenty years later and Melissa is telling me what a son of a bitch I am and why did I have to screw the whole thing up just as she’d finally got the fucking spell right? 

 I’m curious why people from the future would need cash, but my father says, “Business is business, no matter when you’re from.” 

 “No, I swear I had nothing to do with her death,” the woman said sadly. “Except that it created a door for me to step through.” 

 Last night when he locked up and stared out the window, he had seen someone familiar starting back at him from the parking lot’s light standard. That someone appeard to be crying and was dressed exactly as he was right now. 

 We must have encountered a temporal vortex. Further analytics are necessary. 

 Come with me if you want to not die. 

1. Future Pizza (18 Feb 2014) pizza from tomorrow
2. 1992 Called (21 Aug 2014) wayward pants travel five centuries
3. Time Burgers (21 May 2015) meat from history

 If I don’t get my pants back by the end of the day, ’m calling the time police. 

—“1992 Called”

 And you’ll discover something else when you’re tinkering with that drive. 

 It seemed Mr Salt had completed a difficult journey today and was impatient. He was in possession of a powerful new idea that must be brought to Mr Darwin’s notice. 

 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, . . . 

 Kennedy wasn’t hit. Neither was Connally. I didn’t bother sticking around after that. 

 Very well, then: If a boy can adopt a dog, the I see no reason why a dog can’t adopt a boy. 

 Time machines, after all, run on a tight schedule. 

 Unmarried Mother: So I can do this, I can change my past?
Barkeep: Yes, you can.
U.M.: Have you ever thought about changing yours?
BK: I never deviate from the mission.
U.M.: Never?
BK: Never. . . . Look, I’ll pick you up when you’re done, all right?
U.M.: No, whoa, where are you going?
BK: Don’t worry. I’ll be around, trust me.
U.M.: Do I? . . . Do I have a choice?
BK: Of course. You always have a choice. 

 Let’s go back 30,000 years to a time before dogs . . . 

 What’s red and green and goes a million miles an hour? 

 “I order death from category K.” Somehow these words sound less insidious than the proper name. There is only one type of death in this category. It's called “Erasure.” 

 I always prepared by losing a pound or two, colouring my hair a bit and exercising, even using make-up to look younger than my late 60s, so that she would notnotice in the dim light of the apartment at night. Nearsighted and in bed, it would help that she would not be wearing glasses. 

 Rachel: What’s that?
James: Huh? Oh, nothing.
Rachel: Sure it’s not a One-Minute Time Machine? 

 I came back to offer you comfort, love, happiness, a life of ease. 

 You know, I’ve seen this in books, but never in real life. 

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

 Ignoring the space/time continuum helped. 

 Dr. Mel, you forgot to file your taxes last week! You missed the tax deadline! 

 I have had quite enough assurance, Mr. Musset, from the carbon dating Mr. Hazlitt had performed. Granted, the calligraphy is clever, and the materials all true to form—but how old would you say Beowulf is? Tenth century? Maybe eighth? 

 . . . he traveled back in time to 1898 in order to engineer the unlikely annexation of the Kingdom of Hawaii into the United States. 

 I’m still here. How is that possible? We saw her die. I should never be born. 

 Are we destined to destroy each other, or can we change each other and unite? Is the future truly set? 

 “History’s about finding out what happened and what’s true,” and that was that as far as he was concerned. 

 The blue spider-web hologram springs to life, surrounding Owen’s head with a neural net. It’s the final piece in the technology puzzle, the part that allows me access to Owen’s mind, once he relaxes enough to let me in. 

 I wasn’t overjoyed about running solo through a strange city where every other one of the barbarians was carrying a gun, but that was the job. The job I’d been working toward for six years of secondary school and another three years in the Academy. 

 You know how some satellites stay in the same place in orbit, where the gravity of the earth and moon balance each other? 

 He hoped to put to rest the debate on protofeathers—or “dinofuzz” as some of his lesser-esteemed colleagues dubbed them—and to prove exactly which species, at least in this time period, had them. 

 I was working late as usual, when our new employee—Dolores, whom I’d hired myself—came into the back office, now my office, to let me know tht a Rebecca Ward was on the phone and wanted to have Remembrance broker a sale for an antique mirror she owned. 

 It was the Mars atmospheric anomaly that resurrected the planetary and deep-space exploration programs from the ashes of oblivian. 

 Sandy, you’re the one thing that never really changes, no matter how many times I go through this. 

 Just stole a time device from the hottest guy ever. 

 You know that whatever we’re connected to—even if only through some conductive medium—comes with us? 

 You got to understand, a phase grenade messes with your mind, grunt. 

 And then I told her that if I had been there, I could have steered Pompey toward saving the Republic. 

 Come find me when you wake up. 

 No. No travel is involved. A user cannot affect anything that has happened, ever. All the Chrono does is show on a screen what is already there, was there, will always be there. 

 The first move is Pawn 5 to Pawn 3. 

 One aspect of general relativity that has long intrigued physicists is the relative ease with which one can find solutions to Einstein’s field equations that contain closed timelike curves (CTCs)`-causal loops in space-time that return to the same point in space and time. 

 You’re me, right? 

 My stomach cramped and I was, all at once, brimming with fury. I had an urge to chase her out of the room, to smash her head against the banister until her blood ran between my knuckles. To lick, drink . . . I touched my tongue to the notch between my clenched index and middle fingers, imagining salt, and saw a flash of color . . . 

 You can’t go back there, no matter how much you pay. 

 Then my theories are correct. The mind is the eternal constant. 

 We’re going to be famous! 

 She will be yanked from the present without warning, and live a whole lifetime in the past. When she dies, she returns right back to where she left, restored to a younger age. It usually happens when she is deep in conversation with her boss, or arguing with her mother-in-law, or during a book club meeting just when it is her turn to speak. 

 Contained within the poem was a way to close a loop of time, pinch it off, and discard it. I’d broken time. 

 Note: Time travel solves nothing. 

 10,376 times the woman’s mouth opened in a small ‘o,’ her brown lids pulled back to show the whiteness of her eyes, and she stared straight out into space before looking down and sticking a single finger in the slowly spreading blood. Every time it happened, Catherine dropped her half gallon of milk, and she waited for the end to come. 

 My name is Detective Giger . . . I’m contacting you from the year 2035. Dr. Shector has taken over society with a toxic drug made from the flesh of alien beings . . . 

 Is there something in your past that you want to change? An action you want to reverse? A death you want to prevent? 

 Perhaps I had stumbled onto the set of a cinema company filming a costume drama of some sort. 

 You’re going to buy stocks in these companies. Biogen. Kansas City Southern. Middleby Corp . . . 

 You know what happened on November 22nd, 1963, and the results. 

 My first life, for all it lacked any real direction, had about it a kind of happiness, if ignorance is innocence, and loneliness is a separation of care. But my new life, with its knowledge of all that had come before, could not be lived the same. It wasn’t merely awareness of events yet to come, but rather a new perception of the truths around me, which, being a child raised to them in my first life, I had not even considered to be lies. 

 If someone peeled all of me away bit by bit, what would be left would be you. 

 Ah, yes. Embrace of the Planets. As far as I know it’s the only copy of Verne’s theories of the universe ever printed. 

 Don’t make me hurt me, Steven! 

 After their arrival at a local hospital, the students, aged 7 to 14, and teachers on the bus claimed that it entered the south side of the Somosierra Tunnel and was immediately struck by . . . 

 It’s 1814: They’ve never seen fasion styles like ours before. 

 Actually it wasn’t cool, but I threw the scarf around my neck and headed for the Cloisters, inertia being my guiding principle. 

 He surprised everyone by declaring his intention to build a time machine so he could go back and save his dad. 

 Wells: Yes, it’s possible, but problematic. Assuming you could create the conditions necessary to take that journey, that journey would then be fraught with potential pitfalls: the Novikov Principle of Self-Consistency, for example.
Joe: Wait—the what, now?
Barry: If you travel back in time to change something, then you end up being the causal factor of that event.
Cisco: Like . . . Terminator.
Joe: Ah!
Wells: Or: Is time plastic? Is it mutable, whereby any changes in the continuum could create an alternate timeline?
Cisco: Back to the Future.
Joe: Ah, saw that one, too. 

 As boys, the Dodge brothers built their own bicycle. 

 Phyllis pointed at something on a table. It looked, no joke, like a bomb: kinda half-finished, with wires and plugs everywhere, and blinking lights and a countdown clock that said 03 10:11 02 05 1968. 

1. 1. “Buffalo Dogs’ (Summer 2001) in Absolute Magnitude
2. 2. “Telepathic Intent” (29 Jul 2003) in Buffalogic, Inc.
3. 3. Buffalogic, Inc. (29 Jul 2003) collects 1-2
4. 4. “The Matter at Hand’ (Mar 2005) in Aliens and AIs
5. 5. “Requiem’ (Spring 2005) in Absolute Magnitude
6. 6. “Buffalogenesis’ (2006) novelette
7. 7. “A Buffalito of Mars’ (25 Jun 2007) in Visual Journeys
8. 8. “Buffalogistics’ (2008) collects 4-5
9. 9. Buffalito Destiny (2009) has Texas temporal distortions
10. 10. Buffalito Contingency (Jun 2011) novel
11. 11. “Yesterday’s Taste’ (3 May 2012) in Transtories
12. 12. “Barry’s Tale’ (12 Nov 2012) in Buffalito Buffet
13. 13. “Trial of the Century’ (Dec 2013) has time-travel insurance gag
14. 14. “Calendrical Regression” (Nov 2014) novella

 . . . and fed all of it to my buffalito, . . . 

 Dan expected some weighty math tomes, but the books disclosed themselves as a Signet paperback and a larger one from City Lights Press. The pamphlet proved to be a comic book! Specifically, Strange Tales No. 126, just out last month. 

 Because it amuses you and—more importantly—because you know it would make her laugh, you design the time machine prototype to look like a blue phone booth. 

 Time is relative. It can stretch, it can squeeze, but it can’t run backwards. It simply just can’t. 

 Now remember, Mr. Scrooge, we can see them, but they can’t see us. 

 The plants, he thought. They’ve been extinct for a million years. 

 I didn’t know, nobody did, but I was going to find out about time paradoxes and the butterfly effect in one fell swoop. 

 I thought the Time Agency was going to be fun when I joined. I didn’t expect them to be a bunch of old fogies, petrified of time paradoxes, with red tape up the wazoo for every trip they made. So I “borrowed” some of their old equipment from storage and struck out on my own under-the-radar business. 

 That changed when he was plucked out of bed and plopped in the Pleistocene ice age, where he found himself, with nothing on but his pajamas, facing the tusked end of a wooly mammoth. He decided then tht he sould let the Agency know before something carnivrous made a meal of him, or, worse, died from weather exposure. 

 “But in her younger days, before she married Jonathan, she was an accomplished academic. She was a brilliant woman.” Harris stopped and cleared his throat. “She built a time machine.” 

 The colossal, the stupendous, the first ride in the world to bring you back from the future, The Tether. I’m your conductor, Richard Hunt, but you can call me Mister Richie. 

 I bought the qubit microscope. It was just sitting there, forgotten after the inquiries started. I scanned my own brain and noticed the telltale quantum irregularities we had only seen in the hart of the collider. Which meant the crazies on the internet were right: our brains are quantum computers.
It also meant something else very, very important. If we used quantum particles to think, we must be entangled with quantum particles somewhere else. Of somewhen else. Suddenly the whole doomed Project offered up a small ray of hope, but in an entirely new direction. We would never be able to send a person back in time, but I might be able to send information back. 

 What are you doing landing this antique at a military airfield? 

 “What do we want?&rdauo;
“The present!”
“When do we want it?”
“NOW!” 

 AAPL, AMZN, GOOG, NFLX 

1. Ms. O Uh-Oh (3 Dec 2014) Ms. O from the past
2. 6:00 to 6:05 (22 Jan 2015) dinosaurs
3. Back to the Past (21 Jun 2015) to the future and back
4. Drop Gadget Repeat (9 Nov 2016) a time loop

    Because I traveled through time, I don’t know if I’m 10 or 11 . . . I just know I can’t see color any more. 
   
   —6:00 to 6:05

 More than that, I’m offering you an opportunity to save the world every week. 

 Isn’t this supposed to be like déjà vu where everything happens the same and I get to react differently and fix everything? 

 Arguably the best patty melt anyone had ever had, unless someone else out there was so inspired by a sandwich that they had also built a time machine just to eat the same patty melt again, again, and yet again.