They were all together in a clump, the eight of them.
Farewell, Noah! he thought as his thumbs pressed on the death-dealing button. Farewell, Noah and Noah's wife!
Farewell, Ham, and Ham's wife and unborn sons—farewell, Canaan, and Cush, and Mizraim, and Phut!
Farewell, Shem! And unborn Elam, and Asshur, and Arphaxad, and Lud, and Aram!
And farewell, Japheth, father of sons of science! Farewell, Gomer, and Magog, and Madai, and Javan, and Tubal, and Meshech, and Tiras!
Farewell, all tribes. Make way for the animal kingdom in the Garic Covenant.
He had made three passes and now he zoomed into the sky. He had destroyed humanity and changed the future.
Or had he? He'd be dead, too, if he had, gone like the snap of a finger with the last gasp from the Ark. He had killed his ancestors. He had killed everybody's ancestors, but he existed still. Where was the paradox that Dr. Gar had overlooked?