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"You are on the wrong side of history."

"I have the data right here." C.L. patted their chest.
"You memorized it?"
"No, of course not. That's insane. I uploaded it to my shirt."

"I learned Atomic Age English from historical romances. Nobody asks questions when a woman watches ancient love stories about heterosexuality."

"This guy is a shitstain of epic proportions."

"Let's get a paper and see who's playing."

And now I was here, feeling almost as shitty as I used to when I was murdering people with my friends.

"You change a man's mind by showing him a good time."

She'd found a seat next to an elderly man with hamster-sized muttonchops, who kept glancing at her as if she were a radish come inexplicably and irritatingly to life.

The morning after I came out to Aseel and Soph as a traveler, I navigated between a headache, yet another carriage full of ostriches, and monumental chunks of Ferris wheel to reach the Algerian Theater.

No shack, no tappers, nothing. With training, a person could use stones to pound the Machine interface and return to their present. ... To go further, I took the Machines at Raqmu and Attirampakkam, discovered thousands of years ago. (= useful for people unskilled at rhythmic rock pounding, if needing to travel BCE...)