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"Time machine" Jane smiled, her red hair waving. "Going to the future, and bringing back objects"
My mouth opened dumbfounded. I knew Jane well from childhood. She used to create junk with her fantasies. Unconnected gears, an immobile clock, pistons. But the appearance of the machine behind her gave a sense of something different.
She picked up a small iron peg from her belt-box.
"It's your driver's key"
"Does it work?"
"Maybe"
The Machine roared as if it could see my hesitation.