The trouble began when I met Eliza, a tiny little bookworm, bespectacled and seemingly without any charm. “Asshole, get back on your bike!” I shouted at her and saw her turn a small, ready to burst into tears face toward me:
“Please talk nicely to me!” she said, and those were the last words I ever heard her say, because at the same instant I saw the chronomotocycle start to move and I jumped on it at the last second and time grabbed me and pulled me brutally into the present. Years ago, after a complete set of tests, McTroy explained to me that I had the best combination of genes ever encountered that would allow me to perform in ways unmatched by other time travelers. As if all these problems weren’t enough, even the panspermists were split in two: some said that life originated on another planet in the depths of space that eventually exploded for who knows what reason, and pieces of it ended up on Earth in the form of meteorites.
