They’re often like this. They find themsleves in an alien, impossible, unimaginable place, surround by guards with uniforms and weapons they don’t recognize, and yet their first concern is not their personal fate but the battle they left behind.
My god! It could reach up and grab the moon.
An Eloi Silver Medal Winner
You’re not a god. You can take my word for it: This is twelve years of Catholic school talking.
This is my boom-stick. It’s a 12-guage, double barreled Remington—S-mart’s top-of-the-line. You’ll find them in the Sporting Goods Department.
We rebels have a theory: If the assasination of the 90s never occurred . . .
Awesome! But do you think they had pizza back then?
We can project a human being’s consciousness back in time, superimposing his or her mind overtop of that of someone who lived in the past.
When I opened my eyes it was nighttime and I was crouched on the sidewalk in front of Brian’s house and it wasn't 1989 anymore.
Barry: Oh my God. It’s twelve o’clock. Lisa: No! We’ve got to do something! Barry: There’s no time. Quick, tell me what your favorite color is.
Brisco: Are you an angel? You look like an angel. Karina: No. I’m from the future. My name is Karina. Brisco: And, uh, in the future you’ve kinda given up on clothes?
An Eloi Gold Medal Winner
This is, I believe, a book for the adventurous in spirit.
And then, from the field of the future, a new king will come to save the world of the past.
An Eloi Bronze Medal Winner
That left the incest angle, and I asked him about that. He says that making it with your great-great-granddaughter from the twenty-first century is not much different from making it with your clothes-designer neighbor from across the hall.
I can’t go through with this. My theories of time and space were developed for peace, not for your evil schemes.
Where’s he going to run to? Home is four hundred million miles away. —The End in Eden
That plane got sucked back there. Landed in the heart of Nazi Germany.
An Eloi Honorable Mention
Oh, I must say you might be takin’ this 1940s theme a bit too far.
Greetings friends, and welcome to my shack. My name is Captain Neweyes, and I live in the far future where all the stars and all the planets have had to learn to get along.
Make sure nothing changes because of my visit or it will kill everyone in the future.
These aren’t the droids you’re looking for . . . move along.