Eight Questions In 1893 a man named Herbert Wells uncovered the wonders of time travel for a universe that would eventually forget his middle name. Little Mei Lubaba knew that it was George. Herbert George Wells would be lost to time behind the letters H and G. A universe of time travelers from thousands of years in the future on planets lightyears from Earth would be unable to find him in the distant past to thank him for his efforts by rescuing him from death.

Following up on Abbasid Caliphate: al-Mustazhir (c. 1094-1118 AD), this post covers al-Mustarshid.

La session extraordinaire convoquée à l'Assemblée provinciale du Haut-Katanga a été clôturée jeudi dans un contexte particulier.

Rebecca waved her arms and it wasn’t working. Rebecca wasn’t even her real name. It was something she had found in a book. Mei knew that she was born in the Capitol, but Mei never knew anything about her family or why she left. Two young hoodlums tried to remove Little Mei Lubaba from the backseat of an early model Ford. She was bound but not gagged, and still she went quietly. The boys were Gru and The Freak, and they were basically interchangeable—except that one was apparently more intelligent than the other, like a brick is smarter than a rock.

In 1909, a year after Mei Lubaba left her father’s farm, slavery was officially abolished on the archipelago near the East China Sea that Mei called home. Deeds of ownership were replaced with contracts, and slavery became indentured servitude. Life went on as usual. From her family’s table on the raised platform at the end of the great hall, with its long French windows and double doors looking out over fields where the oxen slowly gathered, Little Mei’s gray-haired betrothed, with his wonderfully yellowed teeth, chewed licorice bark and salivated incessantly, spitting the excess into an urn about the size of a small child.

Mei Lubaba was awake before the sun, before the birds, before the milkmaids and the farmhands. She was awake even before the chickens, the house servants, and the dark-skinned field laborers who slept without chains but with heavy hearts. It was 1908, and Little Mei Lubaba awoke on the opposite side of the world from Chicago, Illinois, on a island chain in the South China Sea, on her sixteenth birthday, no less, the anniversary of her mother’s death. It would also be her last day on the farm. And it began with a full moon, an obstruction to baking, a mystery to solve, two visiting mothers to comfort, and her father’s favorite butter cakes to make.

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