“Heaven, 1969″ by John Henry Williams

They WILL get past Neptune someday. Then we’re done. It doesn’t matter when. A thousand of their years is barely a day. I made them lesser beings, but they’re lucky and I can only deceive them up to a point. I should have done things differently. This time tomorrow, they will know everything. 

John Henry Williams is an extremely talented renaissance man and New York lifer, with a weird streak five miles wide. *

*Bio by Editor Allison Fabian.