You want a lot more than a pair to have a lasting population though. Once you’re in Mauritius why not keep going back, steal a pair or two every couple decades, and make a ranch?
I’m not above having a dodo ranch
Of course “you can travel through time so long as you don’t do anything” is paradox free. The question is why you can’t do anything though. The example of trying to stop a viral outbreak is a pretty facile one…what happens if instead you try to start one by carrying a gallon of new deadly viruses back to New York in 2010, a time when there wasn’t a new epidemic? Or worse still just an armed nuke? “Well, plainly it doesn’t go off for some reason, or else it wouldn’t be paradox free” is not much of an answer.
If I had a Time Machine, I’d be tempted to revisit a certain pub about ten years ago where, on a Sunday evening, I was reading this at the bar (quiet pub).
Some twenty-ish semi-literate type passed behind me and said:
“That’s fucking disgusting, mate.” with venom in his voice.
I was that gobsmacked that I was lost for an answer and, to be honest, he was quickly gone, like he just had to get his tuppence in on his way out the door.
It’s like that spirit d’escalier (or whatever) moment.
How I’d love to track that eejit down and explain the difference/basic English.
Oh, well…
Were you drinking Pernod shots with Special Brew chasers again?
You most certainly have me mistaken for another, sir…
Eejit: “That’s fucking disgusting, mate.”
You: “Have you read it?”
Eejit: “No.”
You: “Then shut yer gob you tit!.”
Even that reply was lost to me, unfortunately.
He was gone that quickly while I was still shell-shocked by the eejicy…
Also, You been taking English lessons?
Unless he was that quick, throwing the book at him would have been an option, with a yell, “Have you ever been to Donnybrook!” Then chairs would fly.
I was channeling Graham Chapman.
Had to look that up.
Those are a fantastic set of tits.
:: gets coat and runs off ::
Sometimes it’s just an okay tit