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." He looked as
lonely as Odysseus, then went on: "LAzarus sent a Time Corps field operative
back- Dora? May I speak to Elizabeth?"
"Start talking." "Lib love? Place that rosette Pete wanted-or was it
Archie? Spike the earliest date of surveillance. Go back three years. Evacuate."
"Paradox, Jacob."
"Yes. Place those three years in a loop, squeeze them off, throw them away.
Check it."
"I check you, dear. More?"
"No. Off now."
Burroughs continued, "-sent a field operative to our time line to try to
find us, anywhere in the fifty-year bracket from my birth to the night we ran
for our lives. We are not there at all. We were never born. Both Zeb and I had
military careers as well as academic ones; we are not in military records, we
are not in campus records. There is a record of my parents... but they never had
me. Colonel, in all the dozens, hundreds, of ways that citizens were recorded in
the twentieth century in the United States of North America not one trace could
be found that showed that we had ever been there."
Burroughs sighed. "The Gay Deceiver not only saved our lives that night;
she saved our very existence. She took evasive action so fast that the Beast
lost track- What is it, dear?"
Jane Libby was standing by us, dripping, and looking round-eyed. "Papa?"
"Say it, love."
"We need those sneakies Pythagoras wanted but they should go back much
farther, oh, ten years or more
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