“Off-season pricing? I’m sorry, sir, Time Travel Tours has no off season.
“I know our fees seem outrageous. But Tours require significant energy expenditures. Punching precisely targeted wormholes through the spacetime manifold? Accurately calibrating one-way photon phasing? Not cheap.
“You want to go to when? Regretfully, the birth, crucifixion, and resurrection are all completely booked until the second coming.
“No, I am not at liberty to say when that will be.
“Sir, perhaps you’d be interested in our Timeline Preservation Department’s spectacular below-cost transit deal for Hildegard von Bingen?
“Von Bingen. Twelfth-century German Benedictine abbess and saint famous for her visions of God.
“No, sir, TT-Tours are much safer than interstellar travel. Fewer than 0.003 chronal-shear fatalities per 100-million days traversed.
“You’ll take it? Wonderful! Let me get some basic information…”
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Hildegard, enraptured, bathed in heavenly light, gloried in God’s silent singing. Though had her faith been any less, she’d have sworn He was screaming.
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Jeff Currier works too many jobs, so has little time to write, but the words kept screaming for release. Jeff finally relented and set them free—in very small batches. Now they’ve run amok with no telling what mischief they’ve caused. You can find them roaming in various anthologies or in Sci Phi Journal, Stupefying Stories Showcase, Dark Moments, and Flash Point SF. Find links to more of his published stories at @jffcurrier on X or Jeff Currier Writes on Facebook.
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