When we came back from Break, we told you people we were going to make you work.
We meant it.
Your next assignment, should you choose to accept it, will take you places you've never been before.
If it doesn't, you aren't doing it right. Read on, and open your text tools.
If you had a time machine, where would you go first?
A time machine – not a licence to kill.
Yeah, yeah, we know. As one time-travel website had it, don't try to kill Hitler. EVERYBODY tries to kill Hitler the first time around. It never works.
We aren't interested in Donald's "trousers of time". We aren't even slightly interested in whom you would kill to create the perfect counter-factual.
We are interested in time travel tourism.
If you could go to a time and place in the past – near or distant, as long as it isn't in your lifetime, so old folks, stay away from Woodstock – where would you go? You can sightsee to your heart's content, talk to the natives, make notes, eat the ice cream or quaff the mead, but...you cannot change anything. The past is written in duralinium, as far as you are concerned. Lookee, but no touchee. Got it?
Tell us, in the usual 1000 words or less for prose, poem shorter than The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, or stunningly beautiful cartoon, where you want to go, what you see there, and what you think about it all. You can make it fiction – a story about your trip – or go all thoughtful on us and write it as an essay. Take your pick.
As usual, we don't even pay peanuts. But there will be comments, and laughter, and all the sorts of things that go on in virtual towel-land.
Send your itinerary to , via the usual drop-box. (To avoid Communist infiltrators, we recommend cover of darkness, as usual.) The password is: When Do You Want to Be?
See you yesterday!