Monday, January 7, 2008

I Gotta Cool It With Time Travel

by Robert Gryfft

A glimmer, and S'rul 437 was deep inside a maximum security prison, sometime in the mid twentieth century. Guards responded slowly, confused at the disturbance, their senses dulled by her aerosols.

S'rul found the isolation chamber. The door fell, and she beheld her savior.

"Hello, Mister Bundy. I'm from the future, and we need your help."

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