Some phrases do not become even proto-stories but remain forever fragments:
In 4019, the Mutant led his fleet into the Solar System...
Two feet behind and above us on the spaceship bridge stood the Absolute Dictator of Earth...
The Patrol asked me to survey the Morecambe Bay Area, 2000-2050: a complicated passage back and forth through both time and space. Usually disguised, I would not have recognized my older selves. Once, early in the survey but near the end of the period, I did recognize my undisguised future self and my ex, looking happy together...
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