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Paradox, v. 1, issue 1, Summer 1942

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The Golden Egg 
By ARTHUR H. KENYON
[ To the right of the title is a picture of a golden egg.]
Miles Shelton's scheme was flawless. He would go into the future, and bring to the present something from the future that had not, as yet, been invented. Shelton would patent the invention, and then sit back while the money rolled in.
Pitting end nervously at his watch. It was almost twelve, soon. He sat back in the padded chair. Before him was the control panel of the time machine. He fingered it nervously.
"The Golden Egg"he had aptly named the time machine. It was shaped like an egg, and was coated with copper. However, the name was not only descriptive in the sense, but in a figurative sense. The "Egg" would bring Shelton millions of dollars. Truly, it was, a gold-en egg.
Shelton glanced through the large window in the front of the egg. Outside was a level plateau. Hard, rocky, it would probably re-main in that condition for many hundreds of years. That was why Shelton had chosen it.
Twelve 0' clock! Shelton pressed a button, and the door to the Egg was sealed automatically. He manipulated a small lever, and underneath his seat, an atomic motor began to him. In the motor was a 5-inch bar of Uranium. That would last practically forever.
Another lever, and the trip through time had begun. The years per second dial began to click steadily, slowly increasing its speed.
The millenia per second dial began to turn. Shelton grasped the power switch. He would stop as soon as he had reached the thousand year mark.
One Thousand Years! Shelton pulled the lever toward him and relaxed. Suddenly, he was tense with fear. The millenis dial kept on turning. Two thousand years... three.. four.. faster it turned!
Shelton's body was damp with perspiration. The lever rested in the palm of his hand, broken from the controls.
Shelton opened the tool chest under his chair with fumbling fingers. From it he took a duplicate lever, and screwed it into the hole the broken rod had rested in.
He pushed it slowly forward, then pulled it back.
The hundred-thousand-year marker clicked. A hundred thousand years. 
He had to shut off the power. The key to the power room. Shelton ran his hands through his pockets. The key to the trap door. It was gone!
He sprang to the tool chest and dug his fingers into it. His grasping fingers found a hammer and a wedge. Then to the wall. He put the wedge to the floor and began to hammer desperately at a small lock. It gave way.
From the floor he saw the million year mark click off. He lifted the trap door, and dropped into the power room. The miniature cyclotron had shifted inits setting--the wires connecting it with the control rod had snapped.
Shelton leaped to the cyclotron. In a few moments the time machine ceased its motion.

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The Golden Egg By ARTHUR H. KENYON [ To the right of the title is a picture of a golden egg.] Miles Shelton's scheme was flawless. He would go into the future, and bring to the present something from the future that had not, as yet, been invented. Shelton would patent the invention, and then sit back while the money rolled in. Pitting end nervously at his watch. It was almost twelve, soon. He sat back in the padded chair. Before him was the control panel of the time machine. He fingered it nervously. "The Golden Egg"he had aptly named the time machine. It was shaped like an egg, and was coated with copper. However, the name was not only descriptive in the sense, but in a figurative sense. The "Egg" would bring Shelton millions of dollars. Truly, it was, a gold-en egg. Shelton glanced through the large window in the front of the egg. Outside was a level plateau. Hard, rocky, it would probably re-main in that condition for many hundreds of years. That was why Shelton had chosen it. Twelve 0' clock! Shelton pressed a button, and the door to the Egg was sealed automatically. He manipulated a small lever, and underneath his seat, an atomic motor began to him. In the motor was a 5-inch bar of Uranium. That would last practically forever. Another lever, and the trip through time had begun. The years per second dial began to click steadily, slowly increasing its speed. The millenia per second dial began to turn. Shelton grasped the power switch. He would stop as soon as he had reached the thousand year mark. One Thousand Years! Shelton pulled the lever toward him and relaxed. Suddenly, he was tense with fear. The millenis dial kept on turning. Two thousand years... three.. four.. faster it turned! Shelton's body was damp with perspiration. The lever rested in the palm of his hand, broken from the controls. Shelton opened the tool chest under his chair with fumbling fingers. From it he took a duplicate lever, and screwed it into the hole the broken rod had rested in. He pushed it slowly forward, then pulled it back. The hundred-thousand-year marker clicked. A hundred thousand years. He had to shut off the power. The key to the power room. Shelton ran his hands through his pockets. The key to the trap door. It was gone! He sprang to the tool chest and dug his fingers into it. His grasping fingers found a hammer and a wedge. Then to the wall. He put the wedge to the floor and began to hammer desperately at a small lock. It gave way. From the floor he saw the million year mark click off. He lifted the trap door, and dropped into the power room. The miniature cyclotron had shifted inits setting--the wires connecting it with the control rod had snapped. Shelton leaped to the cyclotron. In a few moments the time machine ceased its motion.