Then the disc went dark.
He did not think attack . He simply moved.
The disc spat out a man. Not a reed-man or a mud-man. This one wore a smooth, white skin over his body and a clear shell over his face. He carried a stick that sparked. crocodile -2000-
Hunger. That was all that was left. The oldest, stupidest, strongest thing in his brain.
He settled back onto his mudbank, the one he had guarded for two thousand years before this moment. He closed his bad eye. Then the disc went dark
He dragged the man under the dark water. The silver disc on the man’s wrist blinked. ERROR. Temporal anchor lost. Paradox imminent.
Two thousand pounds of muscle exploded from the mud. The man from the disc had time to whisper, “But you’re just a—“ The disc spat out a man
Year: 2000 BC. Location: The lush, unnamed delta of a river that will one day be called the Nile.