Articles by Brian Jackson
The Grandson Paradox
21 January 2014
It was a box. Cedar, I thought. Red and rounded at the edges.
"But, wait!" I said to the two men. "If you two are giving me the means to invent time travel, how did it happen the first time around?"
"This is the first time around," said the tall, thin one on the left. "Our arrival is more likely than any other outcome for you."
"By orders of magnitude!" interjected the man on the right. His goggles glinted under the flourescent light.
"Then," said I, "the future hasn't been decided yet?"
He adjusted his goggles.
"We're confident that this is how it happens," he said. I fingered the lid of the box nervously. "Statistically confident."Tweet
No comments yet...