An Eloi Honorable Mention
The year is 1900. The place is London, England, at an imposing mansion overlooking the river Thames. Impatient dinner guests sit in the library, awaiting an overdue host . . .
Tomake sure, I walked over to a newsboy and glanced at the stack of papers at his feet. It was The World; and The World had’t been published for years. The lead story said something about President Cleveland. I’ve found that front page since, in the Public Library files, and it was printed June 11, 1894.
This is a funny lookin’ bottle—yeah, neat. But I bet if I took it home, Pop would say, “It’s just another piece of junk.” Nobody let’s me do anything I want to. I wish I was far away from here; I wish I was on a pirate ship.
Exactly. The Temporal Embassy. How can science live and breathe with such a modifier? It’s a thousand times worse than any of these ancient repressions like the Inquisition, military control, or university trusteeship. You can’t do this—it will be done first a century later; you can’t do that—the sociological impact of such an invention upon your period will be too great for its present capacity; you should do this—nothing may come of it now, but somebody in an allied field a flock of years from now will be able to integrate your errors into a useful theory.
Other nations? Mutants? What kind of talk is this?
Your world is a slope and you roll down it all the time. Down and down until you wear out and die.
I’m a little tensed up, I guess, but I can do it. I wasn’t really scared; it was the way it happened, so sudden. They never gave me a chance to get ready.
An Eloi Gold Medal Winner
When I speak of time, I’m speaking of the fourth dimension.
An Eloi Bronze Medal Winner
He remembered then that he had been awakened that morning by just such a call.
My colleagues, clever as they are, would never dream of the angle I’ll use to get rid of the Fly! I’ll destroy him with beauty! —the evil Dovi in Adventures of the Fly 22 while bringing
Be just vhat you is, not vhat you is not. Folks vhat do zis are ze happiest lot.
Ya think I’m stupid? I can see that.
These aren’t the droids you’re looking for . . . move along.