I wrote this story a few days ago. I have no idea what to do with it now... so here's the first step: put it on the blog. If anybody gets here, by some amazing coincidence, please leave feedback even if it's only "it sucks" :) The paradox maker Jack ripped the envelope. “Dear Mr. Harroway,” it began, “we are happy to inform you that your application for a study of the local effects of the 2030 Tehran terrorist attacks has been accepted.” “Yes!” he shouted. “Yes, yes, yes!” His work at cultivating important officials had finally paid off. The bribes didn’t hurt either. Jack was a brilliant physicist. Almost forty-five years old – his birthday just last month – he had everything a scientist could want: a great career, the admiration of his peers, even a great family. He did have one obsession though: he wanted to go back in time and kill himself. Why? He probably couldn’t answer, at least not without a great deal of thought, but it was mostly because he had been fascina...