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Banshee, whole no. 7, March 1945
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"TIMEWHEN" by Judy Zissman ((Editor's note: While snooping --- it may sound blunt, but I would be a poor Futurian indeed if I didn't indulge in the practice --- through Judy's desk at Hangover House one day, I came across a carbon of a letter to her husband that looked interesting as all hell. On reading, it proved to be not only interesting, but extremely puzzling. Judy, however, wasn't talking; in fact, when I first tried to pump her about it, she made violent efforts to take the document in question away from me. Needless to say, she didn't succeed --- but she wouldn't explain what it was all about, either. It could,of course, be a well-planned hoax, but I'm not inclined to think so. There are strange depths to this Zissman woman.... Since this is an all-Futurian issue anyway, I'm printing the letter under my own title, a minimum of necessary editing. Perhaps it will mean something to you; I am stumped.)) Dear Dan, I suppose I can't evade the issue any longer. You ask what I'm doing about our time machine idea -- and I suppose you have a right to know. You always said you thought my theory was a little oversimplified, and now that the results have proved you to be correct -- you can understand my hesitancy in admitting it. I finished the machine from the blueprints you left when you shipped over. Your mechanics, by the way, turned out to be much better than my science -- the thing worked all right. I know it worked, because the first time I tried, I actually did succeed in going a week ahead into the future. I didn't write to you about it then, or tell anyone right away, because I figured it would be better to wait the week out -- wait until I caught up with the time I had gone ahead into it, and had a chance to check results, and make sure I'd really gone there. Well, I waited -- but of course, while I was waiting, I couldn't resist making some more trial trips. The second attempt, I thought I'd just done something wrong with the controls -- and let me tell you, I was plenty scared for a while there, too -- because when I arrived, I was just noplace at all. No, I'm not kiddin' -- and I couldn't describe it to you for anything. It would take a Heinlein or a Stapledon to get down on paper that awful knowledge of 'nothingness' that I had. p.7
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"TIMEWHEN" by Judy Zissman ((Editor's note: While snooping --- it may sound blunt, but I would be a poor Futurian indeed if I didn't indulge in the practice --- through Judy's desk at Hangover House one day, I came across a carbon of a letter to her husband that looked interesting as all hell. On reading, it proved to be not only interesting, but extremely puzzling. Judy, however, wasn't talking; in fact, when I first tried to pump her about it, she made violent efforts to take the document in question away from me. Needless to say, she didn't succeed --- but she wouldn't explain what it was all about, either. It could,of course, be a well-planned hoax, but I'm not inclined to think so. There are strange depths to this Zissman woman.... Since this is an all-Futurian issue anyway, I'm printing the letter under my own title, a minimum of necessary editing. Perhaps it will mean something to you; I am stumped.)) Dear Dan, I suppose I can't evade the issue any longer. You ask what I'm doing about our time machine idea -- and I suppose you have a right to know. You always said you thought my theory was a little oversimplified, and now that the results have proved you to be correct -- you can understand my hesitancy in admitting it. I finished the machine from the blueprints you left when you shipped over. Your mechanics, by the way, turned out to be much better than my science -- the thing worked all right. I know it worked, because the first time I tried, I actually did succeed in going a week ahead into the future. I didn't write to you about it then, or tell anyone right away, because I figured it would be better to wait the week out -- wait until I caught up with the time I had gone ahead into it, and had a chance to check results, and make sure I'd really gone there. Well, I waited -- but of course, while I was waiting, I couldn't resist making some more trial trips. The second attempt, I thought I'd just done something wrong with the controls -- and let me tell you, I was plenty scared for a while there, too -- because when I arrived, I was just noplace at all. No, I'm not kiddin' -- and I couldn't describe it to you for anything. It would take a Heinlein or a Stapledon to get down on paper that awful knowledge of 'nothingness' that I had. p.7
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