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INSET: she turns her pliers, exposing five distinct sets of wheels with settings at the heart of the navigear.
… perhaps five, though the last might be an imaginary residue—
SIR ALICE
An imaginary residue, leaving us with a time machine, like Wells’s aerograph romances? Lady Georgiana, you’ve fallen too much in love with young Einstein for your own good!
GEORGIANA
(flustered)
Be that as it may, the Machine is gone from a sealed hangar, and Commander Willstone, Lieutenant Harbinger, Sargeant Natasha and twenty of her Falconers saw it disappear with their own eyes accompanied by the distinctive ripples I think would be generated by this device—
BIRMINGHAM
But why would he even do such a thing? Tomorrow comes whether you want it to or not—
GEORGIANA
But yesterday doesn’t. If you could travel to the past, there’s a good chance you could change it.
SIR ALICE
Good God. What would a reactionary like Lord Christopherson do with our history?
NATASHA
Amass an army.
BIRMINGHAM
Overthrow the crown?
JEREMIAH
I know. The blackguard told me. He’s gone to undo Liberation.
Onward…
-the Centaur
