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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

Oh, this is mine.

I'll never starve here.

I'm Ray Bradbury.

And this is...

Dinosaurs, large and small, fill my

junkyard workroom. This one given to me by a friend 30 years ago.

These given as toys to my daughters, and when they didn't play with them, I

simply took them back.

So with dinosaurs coming into my life, I often wondered, what would happen if I

could go back into theirs?

Dinosaurs, time machines.

Put them together, and you have a tale one billion years old.

Douglas Keith swept to his landslide victory, conceded by Kurt Deutscher,

after West Coast voters had left the polling station.

The new president said that he rejoiced in the people's massive affirmation of

their belief in democracy and a caring society.

Humanity had the victory.

One of our most exciting selections, exotic 15th century Bangkok, bristles

color and light, the perfect base for a time safari tiger hunt, a sultry plunge

into the savage... Sir, this guy says...

If Deutsche becomes president, I want to run to 1492.

No, I said. We don't conduct escapes.

Well, lucky.

Deutsche would mean the worst kind of dictatorship.

Booking cards, sir.

Yes.

And my check.

Not yet.

Does the safari guarantee I come back alive?

We guarantee nothing.

Except the dinosaurs.

Those are real photos of real animals.

Taken yesterday.

Or 60 million years ago, as you wish.

My Tyrannosaurus rex.

Biggest damn carnivore in history.

This is Mr. Travis, your safari guide in the past. He'll show you what and where

to shoot.

If he says no shooting, no shooting.

If you disobey, there's a penalty of another $10 ,000 plus government action

your return.

Buy a graphical computer card.

Great game hunter, yes?

I pride myself on my... Some of these are illegal.

Elephants. I shot to protect myself.

Shot everything in the world, have you?

Everything.

I'm bored.

No new horizons. That's why I came to you. Choose your weapon.

They've all proved they can do the job.

On dinosaurs.

Didn't you write a book, uh, Dinosaurs I Have Known?

Mere fantasy.

Right.

You've known nothing until today.

Sign this.

If you're killed, we're not responsible.

Dinosaurs are hungry.

What? We don't time travel to get ourselves killed.

The safari leaders were killed last year with a few cowards bolded. I've shot

every damned animal in the world. Do I look like a coward?

We'll refund him.

Get him ready.

Out of chars and adders, like golden salamanders, the old years, the green

will leap.

Roses sweeten the air. White hair turn black.

wrinkles vanish, all, everything flies back to seed, the dead.

Shall we go?

Look. Will you look?

They're looking.

Every hunter that ever lived would envy us today.

From now on, Africa will seem like Illinois.

Have you ever visited hell?

Until you visit hell, don't make a parent.

I'm ready.

Yeah.

That is the jungle of 60 million, 2 ,055 years before the moment you stepped

into our office, Mr. Eccles.

Christ isn't born yet.

Moses has not gone to the mountain to talk with God.

The pyramids lie still in the earth.

And that is the path laid by Time Safari for your use.

It floats six inches above the ground, touches not so much as a blade of grass,

a leaf, or a tree.

It's anti -gravity. Its purpose is to stop you from touching this world of the

past. Stay on the path. Don't go off it.

If you fall off, there's a penalty.

And shoot only one animal.

One?

Our government doesn't like us here in the past.

We pay big fees to keep our franchise.

A time machine can be a killer.

We might destroy a roach or a flower, even, and destroy an important link in a

species.

So?

If we kill a mouse here, all the future family of that mouse are killed, right?

And all the families of all the families.

Step on a mouse, you annihilate one, a thousand, a million possible mice.

Well?

Well.

For want of ten mice, a fox dies. For want of a fox, a lion starves. For want

a lion, infinite billions of life forms cease to exist.

A caveman goes hunting, but you, friend, have stepped on all his lions.

The caveman starves.

From his loins might have sprung ten tons, from theirs a hundred.

Kill this one man, you destroy a race of people, an entire history of life.

Europe remains forever a dark forest.

Step on a mouse, you leave your print like a grand canyon across eternity. So

stay on the path.

Keep off the grass.

animals marked with white paint.

The day I came back and followed the animal to find one that was going to die

anyway when the trees fell on him.

I noted the time down to the exact second the shot of paint fell.

He left a white mark on his chest. You can't miss it.

It correlated our arrival in the past so that we meet our monster no more than

three minutes before he was going to die anyway.

We kill only animals that have no future.

Those that will never mate again.

Steady, fellas.

Forward to the red marker.

Here he is.

The Lord of the Mighty Beasts, eh, Nephi?

I do go on.

You know who killed him?

He'll be back this way when he's safe.

was up ready.

Period.

My God.

It could reach up and grab the moon.

Two minutes when I say fire.

Your bullet will strike at exactly one second before the tree falls, but it

be timed on the nose to the second.

No, nobody can kill that. That can't be killed.

We were fools to come.

Shut up!

I never guessed.

I didn't realize it would be so big.

Turn around quietly and go back to the machine.

I can't move.

Remember, the painted target.

And take aim.

It was never like this before.

Always safe.

I always won.

Somebody get me out.

Stay on the path, Echo. Stay on the path!

Get over here.

Get over here!

Dig him out.

Dig out your bullets.

We don't leave anything in the past.

What about the other show?

We'll get them with a 90 magnet.

Why don't we use the magnets here? Damn it!

How would you like me to leave you here to breathe?

Get out of here.

Ah,

they're here.

The election.

Who won the election?

Election?

What election?

Deutscher is president.

Leader of the 15th rule.

What? What?