The timeship glided effortlessly back through the hours. There’s no hurry. Torin thought. Plenty of time. Besides, what good is it being able to travel in time until you’ve decided when you want to be?
“What if we make Mona Lisa a redhead?” Pau’lo said.
“Rewrite scrolls from Alexandria?”
“No way. You’re forgetting the Cops. They’ve got Alexandria locked down in all times. They’re constantly sending historians in before the burn to make copies.”
“Damn Coppers. What if we set off a volcano?”
“Okay, that has some possibilities.”
“Seriously, you want to bring the Cops down on us?”
“We need to leave our mark.”
“You know, we don’t have to screw with everyone. You know, I had a geology professor who really pissed me off. I would love to get back at ‘em.”
“Just him? Sounds kinda small.”
“How about all of them? Okay, here me out. We go back and find a bunch of volcanic rock.”
“Sure, that works. And then we move it to someplace else that has no volcano.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Come on, it’ll drive geologists fricking nuts for hundreds of years. Can you imagine it? Geologically identical volcanic rock to Vesuvius found in . . . in . . . Iowa?”
“Heh. Okay, that’s kinda funny. But after this, we start to think big, all right?”
“You got it.”