From the author: If you could find a way to travel through time without disrupting the time stream--and without experiencing any surprises, excitement, or new knowledge--would it still be worth doing?
Armitage looked up as my shadow fell over him. He had told me to come by at 8 o'clock, and I had been expecting—I don't know—anything but this.
From behind me, the late evening sunlight poured into his garage. It illuminated the remains of a systematic murder: wires, circuits, magnets, brass. He was tearing it up, gear by gear.
I stared at the ruin, in silence.
Armitage misread my horror. "It's not that," he said. "It worked fine." He turned back to the remains, like a stubborn vulture...