It was a crazy temporal cat's cradle of
effects. At one end was him with a certain frame of mind, and a
certain station on the radio. Reaching back, it influenced writers
and singers to put the message in some innocuous form, a bit of nudge
and he picked the right station and the station picked the write
song. Each was a back and forth message that had some per-determined
but flexible number of participants. Certain words were understood
to come from one direction or another, though the exact meaning would
have to be teased out to other participants in some more conventional
form. Handy were the lighting round free association from certain
talk segments. Asides, locations, positions, results were all a
jumble of meaningful sound bytes that could serve as impromptu
illustrations. It didn't work all the time, but he could feel it
when it did.
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Oily jazz staggered out of the club like a cutoff drunk, angry and directionless. The shadows around here had names. Lex was the dark sp...
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“Path Generator error 402. Target not found. Try again?” Time travel was never meant to be mainstream, but eventually it was. It too...
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Doctor Time’s stomach dropped. He barely remembered meeting himself 20 minutes ago giving himself keys to the Impossible Lightning, the Ti...
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