The Business, as Usual
by Mack Reynolds
“Ummm. But you must realize that we have time travelers turning up continuously these days.”
“Ummm. But you must realize that we have time travelers turning up continuously these days.”
“Why?”
Betty looked to her boss for assistance. None was forthcoming. There ought to be some very quick, positive, definite answer. She said, “Well, for one thing, paradox. Suppose you had a time machine and traveled back a hundred years or so and killed your own great-grandfather. Then how could you ever be born?”
“Confound it if I know,” the little fellow growled. “How?”
I must look it up sometime. I knew Mack, too, visited him in Mexico in 1966. Odd how the mind works.