I was just explaining to her that it’s not good to get more than fifty feet away from the chronomotocycle because it might get out of sync and yank us back to the present when she let out an exclamation of amazement:
“There’s another one closer,” she exclaimed delightedly and, before I could get a word in edgewise, she hurried a few steps toward the flower. If you make time, we’ll study the race charts later.”
I agreed enthusiastically. “You did one of the most beautiful races.”
I took a long look at him, to see if he was mocking me, but the man seemed sincere, so I replied:
“Beautiful my ass, sir. The same thing happened to me now: having reached the time where the girl wanted me, I accelerated to the limit of the power the generator would give me, to keep us in place, in a more or less static time. On their return, the judging panel extracts each competitor’s radioactive stove and, according to the degree of radioactive decay of the event, determines the ranking.
