You can tell why this program is secret. Half the participants are children, and errors in the quantum mathematics that guide the machines are common. Not everyone who walks in walks back out.
One of the engineers says that they’re sending most of us to Mars. (He tells the cuter girls that they don’t even know if it’s Mars in the distant past or some far future.)
But I never see anything that fantastic. For me, it’s all boring old Earth. Exchanging rifles at book warehouses in nineteen-sixty-something Dallas, or picking up half-buried saucer parts in some God-forsaken Arizona desert.
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