“You here, Uncle Jack?”
“Down cellar.”
“Hi, what’s…um, what are you doing?”
“Sealing these papers in stasis. Might be safe to touch in eight thousand years.”
“So your latest invention is a radioactive printer?”
“Nope.”
“Your latest invention exploded, then, and spread plutonium across your notebooks?”
“The PJ-1127 worked perfectly.”
“Er, that was the AI store coupon that kept up with price hikes?”
“No. The interdimensional travel module.”
“Oh, yes. How could I forget? It worked? You visited other dimensions?”
“Yep.”
“Did you meet yourself in other realities?”
“I did. One of ‘em had just married his third clone of a pinup model and another was getting dressed to pick up his Nobel prize for Contraptions.”
“Oh, I’m sorry we don’t have that in this reality. You’d….”
“Another was a werewolf. I didn’t see another one because he’d perfected an invisibility potion but not the antidote. Hadn’t seen himself in five years and thanked me for curing him of wanting to.”
“It must have been fascinating. So these papers are from the other dimensions?”
“Yep. Gotta seal ‘em away so the walls between universes don’t break down.”
“You’ll need to remember that when you make another trip.”
“Nope. Had my fill of it. Disassembled the machine. Not heading out there again.”
“It was all too disorienting? The vastness of the universe was intimidating? Or did you meet evil versions of yourself who might come here and take over?”
“Nope. Met a lot of old coots with crazy basement labs.”
“So, uh, nobody you had anything in common with?’
“Plenty in common. These papers are IOUs. Every one of those blatherskites borrowed money off me.”
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