"I have time and date. 1130 hours, June 7, 1959."Yefremov nodded slowly, then mumbled a thank you. "It is not the world that has changed," he said. "I... is we. We are locked in a moment of time, June 7, 1130 hours. Everywhere will be exactly the same - same time, same date. It is against the natural laws of the universe, yet it has happened. Our clocks are just a mechanical means of measuring time, see? You set a clock to whatever time you like and it just sets forth from that moment - showing. What if we moved the charge very slowly, so that the AI's attention would not be drawn to the charge and start shooting at it?"Now, that was different and it might work! We couldn't think of a better idea, so we discussed ways to implement the scheme. Once we were satisfied that we had covered the problems, I went back outside far enough to escape the transporter dampener field and called Rik with a list of things we needed. As usual, thanks to the wonders of the time machine, we received the. The sound of the helicopter moving in to land jolted me out of my recollections and I turned my head away to avoid dust cloud that the whirring blades inevitably kicked up. As the engine slowed down and the artificial storm subsided I looked up just in time to see an elegant white woman in a pale green two piece suit step out of the chopper and look briefly around her before a man clambered out too and, taking her elbow in his hand, started to lead her towards the main house. Flabbergasted at. Conway stared down into the face that looked coolly back at him. Where had he gone wrong? The face of the scared little boy was replaced with that of a man. A face of courage. A face that promised death. Jonny pushed hard, forcing Mr. Conway up and away from him a short ways. As the older man’s arms lifted and separated, Jonny brought his hands in quickly. Finally granted the clear shot that the men had been waiting for, one of the soldiers off to the right flank of the one in the lead fired.