![]() Gladstone teetered to his feet and gained his chair. “An atom here, a molecule there.” He coughed and slavered. And probability allows for negative entropy-” ![]() Gladstone lifted himself to a sitting position, tears streaming over his cheeks. But the senior citizen writhing on the floor wore tan Dockers from waist to ankles, belt cinched, fly zipped. Cindy circled the desk planning to grasp Gladstone’s testicles until he passed out. Her thesis advisor tumbled sideways under a gray cloud tinged with orange. Gladstone threw up his forearms, a futile gesture, as Cindy pulled the bear spray trigger and applied a three-second blast. “With Frontiersman Bear Spray,” she said rising and popping the safety tab. Do you know how?”Īs Gladstone remained rooted to his chair, mouth agape, Cindy dropped her right hand into her briefcase, and extracted a black cylinder topped by nozzle and trigger. “I know, for example, that you’re not wearing your pants, that you’re about to stand and expose your genitals, because you’ve already done it.” “An implant that lets me drop back twenty seconds and adjust what’s already, allegedly, occurred.” “Would we, Professor Gladstone? Because I’ve fabricated a prototype.” Cindy tapped the left side of her jaw. “I do disagree that it can be reversed at the macro level to produce a time machine.” Gladstone leaned forward. I have a few suggestions.”Ĭindy smiled and said, “You disagree that entropy is connected to time?” “But don’t worry, we’ll hammer out a viable proposal. You don’t mind if I call you Cindy?” He sat back. He lifted the thin sheaf of papers on his desk and dropped them. Gladstone removed reading glasses, reducing his brown eyes to normal size. Theresa had laughed and said, just make sure he keeps his pants on. Earlier, Cindy had asked Theresa, the only other female doctoral candidate, about Gladstone. Cindy, briefcase clasped to her chest, positioned her rear on the edge of the office’s twill sofa. He sat behind a beige metal desk with faux oak top and beckoned with his left hand. ![]() Professor Gladstone’s age? Cindy had guessed fifties with his steel hair and bushy eyebrows, but at close range, surveying a face of furrows, upped the estimate to mid-sixties. ![]()
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