It was a circuitous route but we got there.
The question of time travel remains, the mothers play mahjong and bake bread respectively in their segregated assemblies though underground trading among all humankind is what has kept humans alive, way past our expiration date.
But that is not this story. As much as Theo wanted in on Ursala Le Guin, appreciated the paranoid speed freakery of electric kool-aid blade – Phillip K. Dick’s paperback library books from Lucy that good kisser were how he saw scanner darkly — this all pulled him in a direction he would collect like decoys and envoys and savings and Loan pivots when did this start his students ask.
Except now Theo is an old man. In this version, he does not die for humanity at 33. In this version he is the rock of Gibraltar who makes it bearable to go on.
A hero’s journey finally except I don’t know how it ends exactly.