The Pygmy Giant

by Bob Clay

It’s such a simple mistake, one little comparison statement, just one tiny line of code … AND THIS HAPPENS.

Time travel, talk about complicated, but it is do-able, I know, I’ve cracked it. I’ve built the machine, written the software, and pressed the button.

So there I was, ready to go back and find out why Alexander died, who built Stonehenge, and how did Moses get across the Red Sea?

Think of all the possibilities, the disputes I could settle, the truths I could discover – but instead, I think I’ve totally screwed up the entire Universe.

This simple coding mistake has put me (and I think the entire Universe) into a 30 second loop, I keep going back just 30 seconds and repeating everything I’ve done.

I don’t know how long I’ve been in this loop, but now when I go back, it’s like ending up in a room made of mirrors, with an infinite number of me’s, and my time machines, stretching away all around in never ending lines.

I might be able to figure out how to stop it, but 30 seconds isn’t enough time, I can’t even get the code compiler booted up in that time, so, it looks as though I (and every body else) has eternal life, even if it is the same half minute over and over and over again.

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It’s such a simple mistake, one little comparison statement, just one tiny line of code … AND THIS HAPPENS.

Bob Clay is a general layabout in Cornwall.