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minute until I remembered ESPN interviews where famous athletes talked about themselves and their lives using the third person—as if they had become their own story instead of their own self.
    â€œWhoa, wait a minute,” I interrupted him. “I got spaced for a second. Start again, please.”
    â€œOkay,” he said. He didn’t seem impatient. “You remember that I stuck my hand in the wavy area and couldn’t see it anymore?”
    â€œYeah, I followed you to there.”
    â€œIt turned out to be a wormhole,” he said. “Or a time portal. Or like string theory, another dimension, a parallel universe.”

4000
    By the year 4000, the climate had gotten much warmer, and in the city where Marco exited, people were mostly slender and everybody had coffee-colored skin decorated with bright tattoos or paintings. Outdoors, they wore a lot of variations on what people today call swimsuits, and they all had decorative earpieces with thin wire jewelry arranged around their cheeks and ending near their mouths. Telephones?
    The buildings were smooth and rounded, spheres and oblongs of different sizes, but they didn’t have signs. Maybe the shapes were supposed to tell you what they were. Or those symbols outside the doors could have really been signs, like logos or something. Maybe each building had everything anyone needed: shops and apartments and restaurants and movies and doctors.
    The portal let Marco out beside a massive cedar tree in the middle of a field. A park? And people were gliding around on what looked like skateboards with a cane sticking up in front to hold on to. But there were no wheels and no motor.
    While Marco was looking around, a small metal disk like a hockey puck whacked into him and bit him. Well, not bit him exactly, but attached itself to his shirtsleeve and began flashing a message on a small screen. Marco couldn’t pull the disk off, and he couldn’t read the message. It was a series of lines that looked liked unfinished letters grouped into words.There was a blinking blue button at the end of the screen, and Marco pushed it but nothing seemed to happen.
    When he looked up, several silver tube things, each about a foot in diameter and a yard long, were gliding toward him a couple of feet off the ground. The lead one had a flexible hose extending from the front of it. Trouble! He tore off his shirt and jammed back into the portal.
    Just as he had a few minutes ago, he was rocketing through a tunnel, like one of those huge metal culverts, with brilliant red lines zinging along the walls. Fireworks shot into his vision, his skin was electrified, and then he was just standing back in the present, under the oak tree, like nothing had happened.
    Whoa! Talk about a roller coaster! Where had he been? Scary, but what a rush! One of a kind, right? He bet no one had done anything like this before. He might be the next Magellan! He pictured his name in lights in Times Square. Marco Lasalle discovers … what? A new country? A new planet?
    Marco was better prepared next time. He put on a heavy jacket so that when the metal disk struck, he could take off the jacket and wrap the thing inside it. He figured if he didn’t press the blue button, and if he kept moving, he could find somebody to talk to. Also, he decided to go at night, when it might be easier to explore undetected.
    The field was dark and there were just as many people gliding around as when he visited before. The gliders carried their own glow and illuminated the area around them wherever they went. In a few seconds the puck glommed onto him, and he caught it in his jacket, as he had planned. He began chasing nearby gliders, but whenever he got close, they speeded up and stayed just out of his reach. He waved at people and they waved back. They didn’t stop.
    When he was tired, he rested under the tree, but when he looked up, he could see the whole night sky. It was just a projection of a