Edward M. Lerner

“It was a curious sort of immortality. Everyone in the world would repeat one hour, forever, and never realize that time had come to a quivering halt at that point. And Myron Castleman would be permitted to live forever, piling up experiences and memories, but each of only an hour’s duration, each resumed at 12:01 PM on this balmy spring day in Manhattan, standing outside near the Grand Central Tower.”
― Edward M. Lerner, The Time Travel Megapack: 26 Modern and Classic Science Fiction Stories

“Bobby, this is crazy!” Moira was laughing in my inner ear. “They’re all wearing their pants over their heads!” It wasn’t just those on the tram. Most of the men in 2073 Melbourne central district, I realized with another snort of amusement, were wearing business suit trousers or blue jeans on top, arms through the rolled-up legs, sparkly shaven heads shoved through the open flies. A few women with their hair up in luxurious folds wore the same, although many preferred skirts, hanging down over their arms like something a nun would have worn back when I was a kid, in the days before nuns dressed like social workers. “And check out the leggings,” I muttered under my breath.”
― Edward M. Lerner, The Time Travel Megapack: 26 Modern and Classic Science Fiction Stories