What if I told thou that I come from the future. A future beyond thy imagination, where the colonies rebel against the British and gain their independence, where slavery be outlawed, where immigrants stream into the land and manufacture refrigerator magnets by the millions?

Glorious Leader, we are approaching the galaxy known as the Milky Way,” reported the navigator.“The one named after a candy bar. How silly those Earthlings are.

I was thinking of that old expression: Those who fail to repeat history are doomed to learn it.

There really will be seventeen world wars?” asked Wade.“No, only sixteen that we know of. Everyone got together and agreed to skip number thirteen, because it would be unlucky.