Thursday, October 18, 2018


By Guy Anthony De Marco

Barry flew too close to the event horizon of a black hole. He was sucked in, spaghettified, and reassembled before his ship tumbled out of a quasar. No information was lost, only transferred, proving the theory of black holes not destroying matter.
In fact there was a similar ship to his floating off the port side and a knock on the door.
Barry opened the outer airlock and let Barry in.
"I'm Barry," they said in unison.
"No, I'm Barry," they answered each other, frowning.
Barry Prime held up a finger. "What time is it in your timeline, and are you made of matter or antimatter?"
Barry Deux looked at his father's crusty old Breitling Astronaut watch. "It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, October fifth, 2077, and I'm anti-matter, of course. Why?"
Looking at the clone of the watch, Barry Prime grinned. "I'm regular matter, and I'm a year and two hours ahead of you. Start recording, I'm going to tell you all of the stock market and Powerball lottery numbers."
Barry Deux whooped out loud and held up his antimatter hand. "We're going to be filthy rich! High five!"

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Guy Anthony De Marco is a member of SFWA, HWA, ITW, IAMTW, MWG, and other pro organizations. He hopes to collect the rest of the letters of the alphabet one day. You can find more about him on Wikipedia and


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