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."
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Teslinator
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