The-Man-Who-Folded-Himself-David-Gerrold
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<strong>The</strong>re’s a poker game going on in my apartment. It starts on June 24, 1975. I don’t know when it ends.<br />
Every time one of me gets tired, there’s another one showing up to take his place. <strong>The</strong> game is a<br />
twenty-fourhour marathon. I know it lasts at least a week; on July 2,1 peeked in and saw several<br />
versions of myself—some in their mid-twenties—still grimly playing. Okay. So I like poker.<br />
Every time I’m in the mood, I know where there’s an empty chair. And when. Congenial people too. I<br />
know they’ll never cheat.<br />
I may have to get a larger apartment though. Five rooms is not enough. (I need more room for the pool<br />
table.)<br />
Strange things keep happening—no, not strange things, things that I’ve learned not to question. For<br />
instance, once I saw Uncle Jim—he looked surprised and vanished almost immediately. It startled me<br />
too. I was just getting used to the idea of his death. I hadn’t realized that he would have been using the<br />
timebelt too. (But why not? It was his before it was mine.)<br />
Another time I heard strange noises from the bedroom. When I peeked in, there was Don in bed with<br />
—well, whoever it was, she was covered by a blanket; I couldn’t see. He just looked at me with a silly<br />
expression, not the slightest bit embarrassed, so I shrugged and closed the door. And the noises began<br />
again. I’m not questioning it at all. I’ll find out. Eventually.<br />
Mostly I’ve been concentrating on making money. Don and I (and later, Danny and I) have made a<br />
number of excursions into the past, as well as the future. Some of our investments go back as far as<br />
1850 (railroads, coal, steel). 1875 (Bell Telephone). 1905 (automobiles, rubber, oil, motion pictures).<br />
1910 (airlines, heavy industry, steel again). 1920 (radio, insurance companies, chemicals, drugs). 1929<br />
(I picked up some real bargains here. More steel. Business machines. More radio, more airlines. More<br />
automobiles). 1940 (companies that would someday be involved in computers, television, and the<br />
aerospace industry). 1950 (Polaroid and Xerox and Disney). 1960 (More Boeing stock, some land in<br />
Florida—especially around Orlando). Turned out that 1975 was a good year for bargains too. It was a<br />
little too early to buy stock in something called Apple, but I could buy IBM and Sony and MCA shares.<br />
Oh, and Don said I should also pick up some stock in 20 th Century Fox. <strong>The</strong>re was a nifty little movie<br />
coming up in 1977 that would make a bit of money.<br />
Down through the decades, I bought a little here, a little there—not enough to change the shape of the<br />
world, but enough to supply me with a comfortable lifelong fortune. It was a little tricky setting up an<br />
investment firm to manage it, but it was worth the effort. When I got back to 1975, I found I was worth<br />
—<br />
• one hundred and forty-three million dollars.<br />
Hmm.<br />
Actually, the number was meaningless. I was worth a hell of a lot more. It turned out I owned an<br />
investment monopoly worth several billion dollars, or let’s say I controlled it. What I owned was the<br />
holding company that held the holding companies. By the numbers, its value was only one hundred and<br />
forty-three million, but I could put my hands on a lot more than that if I wanted. What it meant was<br />
that I had unlimited credit. Hell! If I wanted to, I could own the country! <strong>The</strong> world!<br />
Believe it or not, I didn’t want to.<br />
I’d lost interest in the money. It was just so much numbers. Useless except as a tool to manipulate my<br />
environment, and I had a much better tool for that.<br />
Those frequent trips to the past had whetted my appetite. I had seen New York grow—like a living<br />
creature, the city had swelled and soared; her cast-iron facades had become concrete; her marble towers<br />
gave way to glass-sided slabs and soaring monoliths. And beyond that, she became something