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“Marvelous,” Luis said. “So as I asked before, you got beer in that bag? I’m still technically on vacation.”
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Paradoxes stacked on paradoxes filled Skylar Bloomquist’s racing mind.
A few weeks earlier it had started. His mind began poking at half-remembered old chestnuts from Zeno he read in college. Re-ality as a flip-book of instants, for instance, that somehow moved forward with no force to do the flipping. Things he dismissed as mind puzzles smoothed over by calculus. Until it began.
Within a couple days he was obsessing over those classic problems and devising his own. He imagined having a perfect snapshot of all possible knowledge then being con-fronted with its opposite. How could the op-posite reside outside of everything?
Then the problems rev
