“Warning!” chirps the schedule. “This meeting takes place in the past.”

Sighing, Mauro queues up at the tempovator. At length he steps in and drops back to 2008.

“All right,” says Beatriz, “let’s get started.”

“Can we please stop reliving this?” says Mauro. “I’m from 2010. We cut some stuff for blind kids, bump the liquor tax, nobody’s happy, everything’s fine. Okay?”

“We’ll come up with a better idea!”

Mauro looks around: they’re so old. “Where are the versions of us who were here the first time?”

“Stacked in the freezer,” says Tams.

“We’re thinking of selling their organs,” says Beatriz.