“Hey–can you solve all the problems in the world? Also, we´re not going to pay you. It´s due at 2pm Tuesday. Thanks!”

“Hey–can you solve all the problems in the world? Also, we´re not going to pay you. It´s due at 2pm Tuesday. Thanks!”

I roll my eyes; she thinks this is funny.

“HR”, I say as I recline my chair in the kitchen, “it´s not funny–I really need to borrow the spacejet this afternoon.”

“Dad”, she replies as she reaches over for the digitalpalomitas, “I thought that you could do anything?”

I pause; her point is valid.

“Ok”, I reply as I lean forward in my chair and take a sip of coffee, “how about we change it to 3pm?”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

My wife turns her head to me, “no deal. I need the spacejet at 3:07pm to go see my old friend about turning her spare bedroom into an art stuido.”

The dog in the corner tilts his head.  I sigh; it´s so hard to get a consensus on anything.

“How about this?”, I say as I turn my head to look out the window, then back to HR, “what if we finally get you your own spacejet?”

“I WOULD love that!”, she replies as she smiles.

“Yeah”, I reply as I reach over for the digitalpapitas.

“Hun”, my wife asks as she leans forward in her chair, “why do you need the car?”

I pause; should I tell her?

“I have a hot date”, I tell her as I grimmace; didn´t go so well last time.

“Oh cool”, she replies as she picks up her soda, “so where are you going to sleep tonight? ´cause it won´t be here.”

I pause; I roll my eyes.

“Yes”, I reply as I turn my head to the coffeemaker, “date is an acronym for Don´t Always Tell Everything.”

I pause; I don´t want to ruin the surprise.

“Hun”, I say as I take a sip of soda, “DATE.”

She pauses; oh–this must be HR´s surprise gift for graduation.  She turns her head to look out the window, then back to me.

“So”, she replies as she takes a gulp of soda, “I´m making digitalpollo and zanahorias for dinner. Hurry home, dear.”

I pause; why do we make these codes, if she always forgets?

“Thanks!”, I say as I stand up from the kitchen table, “so you need anything from the store?”

HR turns her head to me, “papitas.”

I pause; it´s always the same.

“Yeah”, I reply as I turn and take a step towards the hallway, “I was actually talking to the dog.”

“Dad!”, she replies as she grimmaces, “that´s rude!”

I pause.

“Probably.”


“When we really developed time travel”, I tell the class as I take a sip of soda, “we first approached it from a reckless–do whatever the fuck you want–…–something–but, in time, we developed protocols for ethical manipulation of past events.  You can go back, but, at some point, you also need to return to moving forward.  It was challenging to understand how past events shaped yesterday.  What is the break-even point?  What is a tragedy but not a catastrophe–small nudges can impact events in tremendous ways. What has to happen?  It may seem that we are blindly hurling through space in a haphazard, chaotic, adventure–but, there´s a degree of control, that you may not notice that keeps everything together–a unifying power, akin to gravity, that, like glue, binds us together; something about humans that make them cling together; a race unified to progress with internal conflicts.”

I pause; I take a sip of soda; you need variety to move forward.

“There are anti-trust issues arising from monopolies in any particular arena of influence.”

I pause, again.

“Does this make sense?”

I pause; a student raises their hand; I turn the light to them. The person starts speaking.

“Um”, he says in the auditorium, “I don´t think that your microphone is turned on.  We can´t hear anything that you say.”

I pause; I look down at my laptop; the setting off is selected; I change it. I continue speaking, again.

“Oh man”, I say as I take a sip of soda, “why didn´t you say anything before?”

The person looks around and then starts talking.

“Yeah”, he says as the students look around at each other in confusion, “we kind of enjoyed it–the silence.”

I pause; I grimmace; yeah, I rarely say anything interesting, anyways.

“Class dismissed”, I say through the microphone, “Monday is a holiday–see you next Tuesday!”

Slowly, people start exiting the auditorium.  I turn my head to the dog in the corner.

“You know”, I say as I turn off the laptop, “it could have been worse.”

The dog tils his head.

“Yeah”, I say as I stand up and take a step towards the coffeemaker, “maybe I do talk, too much?”

“But dad”, HR says as she reclines in her chair, “we enjoy it!”

I pause; I smile; good.  

I toss her the keys to the spacejet.

“Ok”, I say as I pull my chair out from the kitchen table, “now you can borrow the vehicle.”

She smiles.

“About time, dad”, she replies as she picks up the keys and stands up.

She turns her head back to me as she takes a step towards the hallways, “be back at 9 tonight.”

I pause; do I need it for any more errands?

“Have fun!”, I say as I recline my chair.

Moments later, my digitaltelephone beeps; a new message has come in.



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