"Where am I?" said Billy Pilgrim.
"Trapped in another blob of amber, Mr. Pilgrim. We are where we have to be jost now - three hundred million miles from Earth, bound for a time warp which will get us to Trafalmadore in hours rather than centuries."
"How - how did I get here?"
"It would take another Earthling to explain it to you. Earthlings are the great explainers, explaining why this event is structured as it is, telling how other events may be achieved or avoided. I am a Trafalmadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I have said before, bugs in amber."
"You sound to me as tough you do not believe in free will, " said Billy Pilgrim.

"If I had not spent so much time studying Earthlings," said the Trafalmadorian, " I would not have any idea what was meant by free will. I h