Prophesy

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TYME SEFARI INC. 
  SEFARIS TU ANY YEER EN THE PAST.
   YU NAIM THE ANIMALL. 
   WEE TAEK YU THAIR. 
  YU SHOOT ITT.




"Who won the presidential election yesterday?  The man behind the desk laughed.  "You joking? You know very well. Deutscher, of course!  Who else?  Not that fool weakling Keith!  We got an Iron Man now, a man with guts"!  The official stopped.  "What's wrong"?
Eckels moaned.  He dropped to his knees.  He scrabbled at the golden butterfly with shaking fingers.  "Can't we, he pleaded to the world, to himself, to the officials, to the Machine, "Can't we take it back, can't we make it alive again? Can't we start over?  Can't we..."?


A Sound of Thunder, 1952.

Ray Bradbury

So many people trying to bring a butterfly back to life.  

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