The
Hessian swordsman rolled the dice he carved from the finger bones of
American Revolutionaries. His deep Germanic scowl was directed
squarely at the young
Polynesian girl in the silver
pressure suit who sat across the table from him, drinking a
Hi C. Her
halfling had defied the deadliest efforts of the dungeon master's
orcs, and now fled the crypt hauling a sack of
rubies that would fill the glove box of a
Pontiac GTO.
Snake-eyes. The
berzerker fell on his sword, leaving the impish explorer free to stroll from the greystone tomb. The tan skin
girl smiled widely.
All the philosophers here are
mutants. I did that. The allure of
higher reasoning is dulled when you can't look
foppish and strum a guitar. The grave import of an
opinon-smith's words are clearly measured by his crawling flesh and lashing tongues. Dabblers are shunned as
lepers. The real
Socratics become a
new flesh, both
transcendent and
devolved. The
duality is somehow appealing to them.
Injecting the tiny
slivers of the
past was easy, once we found the key to the cabinet of Time. It's a
cut and paste job right now, a historic
clip art party. All the fuzzy nothing space between the electrons has been pinched out, concentrated like fine Venusian
orange juice. The science behind it begs for
metaphors, largely because you haven't grown up with it. Could you explain the
Internet to a
caveman while he ogled your smooth forehead? Not likely. I'll paint it in
large strokes for you.
We found that
linear time isn't a line at all. Imagine a spider web, wrapped around a
sphere. Now, imagine a necklace of these spheres. All times touch upon others, and we walk between them freely, unseen, and take a type of image, if you will. A perfect image, like a map of the land that is as big as the
land itself. The
scalar nature of reality is a fundamental truth you'll learn someday. Think
infinite zoom.
It's not important. Our motivations are wildly different from anything you could begin to understand. Just know that this is real, in a way, and that you exist here and in the past, and that you live in two places.
Welcome to the
New Reality. I am your
God.
for kthejoker, the caveman