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    I followed him to a lift and we rose one floor. He let me into a humidity-controlled sealed room, and directed a functionary to open a vault.


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    The Mars documents remained inside their triple-layer packaging. Even so, the Director drew on a pair of long transparent gloves, fitting them snugly under the turn-ups of his trousers, and wrapped his nose and eyes in a white surgical mask. He handed me a medical kit.

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    I was already fitted out with antiviral plugs deep inside my nostrils, but I put on mask and gloves and watched in terror as he slid open the containers and placed them carefully on the table. I reached cautiously for the documents, and the Director blocked my hand. The functionary, a bored fellow some inches shorter and stouter than I, waited with his eyes out of focus, probably watching some Flix drivel.

    I took the neuronic whip out of my pocket and buzzed the Director to sleep. His head fell forward and hit the table. I kicked out of my KT joggers, dragged off his clothes, struggled into them over my own, got my feet stuck in the arms of his numbered Demons football team sweater-trousers.

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    I shoved, had them in place, tugged the shoes back on—I needed something sturdier than a pair of foot mittens. I heaved both men well clear, piled up a stoichiometric mixture of powdered iron oxide and aluminum, and set fire to it with the propane lighter. It went up with an explosive huff, and the hot blue blaze evaporated the death-laden logs and started to melt the top of the steel table. The Director was stirring. I ran to the door, flung it wide. Offices were opening, faces gaping. I flung myself in, hit the ground floor button, breathed deeply as the elevator descended, stepped forth slowly in a dignified manner and retrieved my backpack before the shouts and bells broke out in earnest behind me.

    As I skipped light-heartedly down the gray steps and onto the grass, something fast and heavy slammed into my upper back, flung me forward on my face. His face was livid with fury. I grabbed at my bruised neck. Three fat guards tore down the steps, batons raised. I could have killed the lot of them, but my job here was to keep a low profile ha! A lot of lives. I sighed and held my hands away from my body. Your vitals look okay.

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    Nine million lives spared. When I spring you, we are going to have a party, baby. The University in Suva has no record of you, no faith exists called Chronosophy, nor is there any Albert M. I chopped him off. I had to deceive you to gain access to those festering Martian plague vectors. You have no idea how lucky you are, Director. How lucky the entire world is. I hope to hear a full accounting in due course. My wife shepherded him to the door, and shooed out the guards with him. Delighted to see you, but how do we proceed from here?

    Had to drag her into the loo to get her uniform off her. The lift took us back to the ground floor, where the director hovered, literally. We made our way briskly through confusing corridors to the back, me giving a glazed fish eye to anyone we passed. There was no vehicle, of course, but the drab graveled back space was relieved by a handsome rosebush in a large wooden pot.

    Nobody was watching us.

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    It was three in the morning when we emerged, so the place was deserted. But the city lights were bright in the crisp air, and from somewhere to the northeast we heard music and laughter. No epidemic of murderous nanomites from Mars. Another horrible future with its teeth pulled, made safe for humankind.

    How stale, flat and unprofitable are the uses of this world. You can change your future but not your own past. We can go home, sure, as far as our first time trip, but no further back than that. No way we can repairs the horrors of our own past, the local history that made us: But Moira was hugging me, and the sky was clear and filled with faint stars, through the light-spattered towers of Melbourne in , which is more than could be said for some other epochs.

    So I hugged my wife back, and found myself grinning down at her. Maybe our own grand-grandkids, if we decide to.

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