Letter From The Editor - Issue 68 - April 2019

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Issue 17
Ten Winks to Forever
by Bud Sparhawk
An Early Ford Mustang
by Eric James Stone
by Margit Schmitt
Bonus OSC Story Serialization
Eye for Eye Part One
by Orson Scott Card
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Tales for the Young and Unafraid
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2011 Chesley Award Winner: Best Cover Illustration - Magazine

Ten Winks to Forever
    by Bud Sparhawk

Ten Winks to Forever
Artwork by Nick Greenwood

"Remember me, Wil Tibbits," Eleanor said just before taking that instantaneous wink into a distant future near a star that had no name. "Maybe I'll see you again at the end of time."

The likelihood of us running into one another again was negligible. There were simply too many stars.

And too many years.

Eleanor felt the need to correct me when, during the first day of our training on Mars, I mentioned something about how the Renkinns had made instantaneous travel possible.

"It isn't instantaneous," she said. "The Renkinn doesn't work that way."

"Of course it does," I replied. "It took no time between leaving Earth and arriving here."

That wasn't completely true. The trip from Earth orbit to Purcel station had taken a few hours, and then there was the delay of getting prepared for the wink, and the recovery time afterwards. But the wink itself had taken no apparent time whatsoever.

"It wasn't instantaneous," she repeated. "We were winking at light speed, and time," she asserted, "has a universal 'speed' of one second per second."

"Duh," I replied as though I didn't care. I just wanted to get under her so-superior skin.

"If . . . ," she went on, eager to belabor her trivial point, "if you had sent a message to Mars the instant we winked, that message would arrive on Mars at the same time as we did."

"Proving we spent no time in transit," I declared.

"We only apparently moved instantaneously," she shot back. "The rest of the universe is a few minutes older than us now."

"So what? For all practical purposes it's the same. Wink at Beijing and appear on Mons Olympus -- no time at all. Who cares about a minute or two? We've wasted more time than that talking about this."

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