When it happens, this is what happens: I shoot myself.
Not, you know, my self self. I shoot my future self. He steps out of a time machine, introduces himself as Charles Yu.
What else am I supposed to do? I kill him. I kill my own future.
To give you another picture of the quirky meta thing that is this book, I leave you with this conversation:
Hello, whoever you are?
Still here.
You're retcon, right? This is the retcon shuttle.
You got it.
Can you pick up Ed for me?
Sure. Who's Ed?
My dog.
I don't have any record of a dog.
Technically, he didn't exist.
You have a retconned dog for a pet?
Yeah.
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