The fastest time is real time—a phrase we use casually now. It has a twisty, deceptively simple meaning. Real time doesn’t just mean
right now—hurry up, stat, on the bounce. Not long ago, all time was real time, but real time is no longer a redundancy. Some authorities
call it a retronym, like snail mail and acoustic guitar and rotary-dial telephone: an old thing’s new name, made necessary by the
branching progress of innovation (E-mail and electricguitars and Touch Tone phones—and, what, artificial time? Imaginary time?
Virtual time?).
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