Plastic shards spray across the room.
Suddenly, the hammer reappears in my hand.
I slump down, another idea defeated.
Building the tachyon bridge was my greatest moment. Portable time travel. Only a few seconds. But still time travel.
Each moment of error could be erased as if it had never been.
But some consequences are too sudden; so, I added an AI.
The tests worked. Until I tried to turn it off: to a binary mind, if I’m safe with it on, it’s dangerous to turn it off.
I tried moving out of range, but the world’s a dangerous place.