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Into the Tempifuge

          “We do. And they tell us he had the technology available to set it
        up just as described. Are the plans any good? Are they really in there?
        Will  the Package  self-destroy if we  try  to open  it? Too much  is at
        stake to gamble with the outcome.”
          “But what can I do?” Underwood looked around for guidance.
          Smith started to speak, but Delirian interrupted him.
          “Let  me  tell  him—my  research  has  made  this  possible.  Since
        physics turned away from mass-energy problems in the late twentieth
        century,  its  focus  has  been  on  the  mysteries  of  spacetime.  The
        tremendously expensive particle accelerators and atom-smashers were
        abandoned  once  the  basic  structure  of  matter  was  described  and
        nuclear fusion became  the  standard source  of energy  in  the  world.
        Cosmology and the general theory of relativity took center stage in
        physics  throughout  the  twenty-first  century  and  well  into  our  own
        era. The failure to detect any signs of life in outer space, coupled with
        a  decline  in  the  number  of  scientists  interested  in  the  light  speed
        barrier,  led  to  public  apathy  concerning  any  progress  in  my  field.
        Thus it has not been difficult to keep the Tempifuge under wraps.”
          “The what?”
          “Dr.  Underwood,  if  we  are  to  proceed,  your  future—as  well  as
        ours—will be profoundly affected.”  John Smith pressed a button on
        the table and a panel on the wall slid up, uncovering a door. “We are
        well aware that you are deeply involved in the era you study.  Your
        apartment is filled with twentieth-century memorabilia. You do find
        life in those times more appealing than the present, do you not?”
          “Well, yes, for a variety of reasons.”
          “None of which we need examine now. Further, you have very few
        personal  ties.  Divorced,  no  children  or  other  dependents.  Your
        professional career has, shall we say, peaked.”
          Underwood began to rise to his feet.  “Now listen here—”
          “No, you must hear me out,” said Smith, and motioned him back
        into his chair. “Here is the proposition: will you travel into the past—
        literally—and fix the Package so it will not blow up in our faces when
        we open it?”
          “Time travel!  Dr. Delirian!  Have you really—”
          The physicist nodded. “Yes. The Tempifuge has been operational
        for several months. It became a crash project when the international
        situation began deteriorating a few years ago. It has been fully tested;

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