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 TIME TRAVEL TIME


"Here we are roaming the picturesque streets of one of the
world's fabled cities, two centuries away from our own era. Do you
realize who's alive in Vienna at the moment? There's Sigmund
Freud, Richard Strauss, Arthur Schnitzler . . . and we might run
into any one of them."
"I want to run into Secretary of Health Toomey before any of
the president's goons come looking for us. Outside of the name
Panchronicon I still don't know what they are using to dump
people . . ."
"Panchronicon?"
"Name mean anything? I think it's what President Bisbiglia
calls the clandestine time machine he's using."
COPYRIGHT ┬й 1977, BY RON GOULART
All Rights Reserved.
Cover art by Josh Kirby.




FIRST PRINTING, FEBRUARY 1977


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PRINTED IN U. S. A.
THE PANCHRONICON PLOT 1



Chapter 1
Okay, so the President of the United States has gone completely cuckoo and you're the only one
who knows about it. On top of which, the Time Travel Overseeing Committee won't allow you to
use any of their machines. What would you do about it?
Probably just what Geer, the rumpled, frazzled little boss of the Wild Talent Division did on
that crisp autumn morning in September of 2021. He teleported out to the small coastal town of
Organic, California.
Organic is a deliberately rustic and quiet town in California North, about a hundred miles down
the coast from the state capital of San Francisco. The Vegetable Patch restaurant and market
consists of three seablue neoglass buildings, each roofed with slanting red shingles. The place sits
on a plateau a hundred feet above the Pacific and a narrow twist of sandy beach.
Geer, wearing one of his wrinkled 2-piece worksuits, came trudging up the ramp to the entrance
of the Vegetable Patch a few minutes after 10 AM, Pacific Rational Time. His hair was looking
especially frizzled and disordered, teleportation seemed to do that, and his slightly protruding eyes
had extra circles under them. Geer glanced back over his shoulder several times before pushing at
the door. "Don't be a yoohoo," he warned himself. "They're not on to you, not yet anyway."
Trying to avoid the eye of the slim brunette girl who stood in the kitchen doorway, Geer moved