The man you seek is in this world no longer. You must travel to another time to find him.
You see, it’s like . . . it’s like we’re stuck. You know, like a . . . like a needle on a scratched record. It all starts at 12:01, and everything goes along fine until one o’clock and then Bam! the whole world snaps back to 12:01 again.
Not where, when. When did I come from? Which happens to be the year 2270.
I was elated! I gripped the starting lever with both hands and went off with a thud.
It means your future hasn’t been written yet. No one’s has. Your future is whatever you make it.
Tucker: Where’d you learn to shoot like that? Billy: You might say I learned from the best. Tucker: And who might that be? Billy: You’d never believe me.
Now remember boys, you must convince the old Alvin to stick with his musical career, so you can all be stars in the future!
♫ Whenever time stands still and trouble moves too fast, to save the future, we must learn about the past. ♫
Maybe we can go back and change history, King Dad. All we need is a little time travel.
Channel Six, our foremost epistomological anthrosociologist has redlined and outlined you for a mission back in time.
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“Because,” and here he struck his chest a resounding thump, “the burning memories of youthful snubs and spurnings remain unavenged and, indeed, forever unavengable.”
Zero pollution, maximum ozone shield: Something tells me we’re not in New Los Angeles any more.
It sounded nice and simple: allow Ben Franklin to invent the laser and let the technology casade. Grow enough so that in five hundred years we’d have something to get us out of this mess.
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Don’t change the past or the past will change you. The time laws. You lawyers understand this kind of thing. You, and you alone, are responsible for any dislocation of past events, persons or things, et cetera et cetera. Read the small print and sign.
These aren’t the droids you’re looking for . . . move along.