The magnate-turned-supervillain points his gun at me.

“Let me get this straight,” I summarize. “Time travel is banned, not because of paradoxes, or ethics, but because it’s a threat to your _business model_?”

As he aims, a sphere of light surrounds me, along with an older version of me. “Let’s go,” says Future Me. I must have a confused look on my face. Wasn’t time travel banned? “His business model wasn’t sustainable,” explains Future Me.

The world outside the sphere vanishes.

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