“Excuse me, Mr Tesla.” Tesla had just walked into the foyer of the Asimov building and was a bit suprised to hear his name, as he hadn’t set foot in this building before. He turned to see a small android with a large head hurrying towards him. “How do you know my name?”

“There’s a small space-time engine next to my memory units and I send all the data back in time to the day I was created, so I remember my entire existence. If you’d like to follow me, I’ll take you to Emily Dickinson?”

“You’ve actually built an Emily Dickinson!.” Tesla replied, amazed. “Yes sir, specially commissioned in anticipation of your visit, the price will be allowing us to look at your space-time machine so we can replicate it, this you will agree to.”

Tesla felt the conversation getting away from him. “But surely you have already have them, as there’s one in your head?”

“Sir, it is a space-time engine, just cos we’ve got them doesn’t mean we’ve invented them yet.”

Tesla rubbed his head, he could feel a migraine coming on.