Sunday, September 7, 2008

The Teslinator

by Ari Collins

"Lower your Colt, young Nikola," he said as the analytical engines' bellows slowed. "Did you bring me back only to shoot me?"

I holstered my weapon and studied his aged face through the steam. "No. I wanted to discover what the future holds."

Tesla drew his identical Colt. "It holds too much Tom Edison."

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