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“Professor, I have proven mathematically time travel will be paradox-free. Now, you can…
A Future Noir Short Story
The blue-painted, pebble-dashed laboratory was as magnificent and huge as the darkness it encompassed was dark: flawless. The only…
The little girl’s skin was green, and she was very quiet.
[The season is over. This is off-season dreck. When Winter comes and the Kachinas go back to their mountain homes, we…