"The where is eastern Africa, you lucky boy, but the fun part is the when! You're in the Anthropological Corps now and you get to do the exciting work of tracking protohuman migration patterns!" ! Welcome to a hundred years of dodging leopards and eating grubs and shivering up in a tree all night, you bastard, because it's all your fault!" "Surprise! You son of a bitch!" she shouted. He looked up at the stalactites hanging above him from the cave roof. He was also naked, since clothing wouldn't be invented for millions of years. He was barely four feet tall, skinny and with dark brown skin. The new arrival was biosculpted into a male version of herself, a type twenty-seven protohuman. One contact every fifty years and that for only a few seconds. ![]() She unloaded the temporal canister, glanced quickly at her new subordinate, loaded it with her last superior, and sent it two and a half million years uptime. ![]() Book 3 of the Adventures of Conrad Starguard
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