I arrived at the garage where I set off on my fateful journey, but I wasn’t more than a few moments late, just long enough to change my battery, and I set off back after that stupid girl. I wanted to get away as quickly as possible and I accelerated with all the speed given by the five hundred revs of the newly acquired chronomotocycle. If you make time, we’ll study the race charts later.”
I agreed enthusiastically. Sometimes I barely managed to stay in the time I wanted for a few seconds, because like a bungee jumping rope stretched really tight, time was pulling me back to where I belonged. You’ll have to get around the headwinds of the Middle Ages, which have used up almost half of your momentum. I felt a powerful shock, and had I not been forewarned by his brutality, I might have dropped the pistol from my hand. Not to mention their criticism of me, personally, saying that it was not normal to hand over a chronogenerator to a man with no responsibility and a passion for partying and women. The same thing happened to me now: having reached the time where the girl wanted me, I accelerated to the limit of the power the generator would give me, to keep us in place, in a more
