Friday, November 02, 2007
“So what’s this?” Jasfoup looked at the contraption Harold had constructed from Lego and pieces of skip-recovered timber. He ran his finger down the central strut and smelled it. Definitely not salubrious, though there was a hint of peppermint.
“It’s a time machine,” said Harold. “I figured that if HG Wells could make on a century ago, I could certainly have a stab at it.”
“It won’t work,” said Jasfoup. “Time machines are impossible.”
“So are demons, but you’re here.” Harold grinned. “Pull that lever there.”
“This one?” The demon gave it a cautious tug. “What does it do?”
“It splits infinity into manageable pieces,” said Harold.
“You mean I’ve broken it?”