A Private Meeting With Mrs. Jessica
It was a splendid room for a manager; he took a seat on a sofa in front of Mrs. Jessica.
"Well, you asked for a private appointment with me."
"Oh, yes, you know... I have been your subscriber and held all of your publications, now after some tests I intend to have a special traveling."
"You mean Bermuda or..."
"No, This is a top secret, the subject, how to say, is time travel."
"Well, now it is different, if you do not intend to say anything about your travel, at least let me know what you want me?"
"Some special guns. Of course I well know some of them are secret and..."
"And we are not permitted to empower you."
"Yes... thanks... I do not want to cause inconvenience, in let..."
"Where to Mr. Tom, have you been disappointed very soon, stay... you do not act wisely. You know me and are aware of our developed possibilities somewhat. We
can do many things, we just need to know your plan, be sure in this case we declare some aspect of you plan that you do not know yourself since last year we patented nearly one thousand successful inventions done by the young people under our covering."
"Thanks lady, but my plan is not from those sorts of matters, I have to ponder about it, but I suppose I need something that is not so secret. I mean they are those tools to hunt the prehistory animals."
"You are kidding, what are you doing? What is your carrier? They take big space unless you have Dream spaceship which is impossible, and we are not permitted to let you use it.