seen while deprived of anything but his own brain, like some deep-sea fish, like something constantly turning inwards and then turning inwards again, had been a time machine.
If they didn't build it and it turned out later that it might have worked and could have helped them avert or change what was fated to happen in September...
That day, three hours after being sworn in, he had had to give the order to build a time machine, and quickly.
"Something bad will happen in late summer. Something bad. Across the channels. Something awful."
"What?" he kept asking, and the answer was always the same: We don't know.
They kept telling him that the adepts didn't seem to convey literal information so much as impressions. and visions of the future, filtered through dreamscapes. As if the drugs th
