Chapter ElevenThe chip in his retina sparkled and glinted to the future jump where Madam waited for him, or so he thought. He was there in an instant, in 3026, and sure enough, the wrinkled hands of the Chief grasped the back of his Plastiform chair and whirled him around.
“I'm dead,” Big Daddy gasped. “In the year 2006 I'm dead. I slipped in the damn shower and the cat nibbled on my flesh, took off half my face, see that?”
“You're okay so long as you stay here with me,” Madam said, smoothing the sparse hair on his head with her cold fingers. “Promise me you won't go back? There'll be a huge implosion in the space/time continuum if you do, and I can't guarantee your safety.”
“I know who you are,” he said. “I saw it the last time I was here. Why?”
“Do you want to see Hell, Joseph? I'll
