I raised the pistol at my dead friend’s double. It was blocking our path. I’d blow its head off too – then I thought of the paradox that might have created.
Paradoxes, I was losing count.
“You … killed me?” it blurted.
“Move aside or you die again.”
Motionless, it reminded me of the complications that would cause. Kill it now, blow its head off, and how could I then do the same in the future I’d run from?
Staring at its headless double, the android remained still.
“Mr Sun, what will happen to you?”
“Already has,” I sneered. “I’m a time bomb you don’t want to mess with.”
“That,” the android replied, “is clearly obvious to us all.”
