Table of Contents | 15 January 2001
My name is Katherine Whippleshaw, and I'm eighty-nine years old. Last week I was visited by an alien.
You know you're reading good SF when several times in the course of your reading you look up and think to yourself, "that is so damn cool. . . ."
A fragment of a man in his car, hurtling headlong through time, a startled, curious look upon his face.
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