CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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FARTEAGOse
fdgfdhs fsfdhser
RAJIGa
RSARTJLGa
just wthing
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
just words
i think when you nknow worlds
frrrrrrytagrhggwhen
djasd
a
dgadg
oh
this is what heppsn
happens
when you start a thing of the day with no plna
but i need a thing of the day
to express hwo im feeling
but all i'm finaly is ntohign
just random shit
before death
so why feel
but if you don't feel you aren't alive right
shit
let's see what a time displaced Charles Horse thinks about all this
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Charles Horse woke to find himself in the year 2484. He didn't know what was the year right away, but he knew something was wrong. There was a dome over his head, for example. He could see the sky throught it. The dome stretched as far as he could see. Did it cover the whole city? The whole world? Also: there were robots.
"CITIZEN, IDENTIFY YOURSELF," said a tall robot.
"I'm Charles Horse," he said. It was always true, no matter the year.
"SCANS INDICATE YOU ARE TIME DISPLACED," said the robot. Its eyes were glowing red.
"I don't know how that happened!" said Charles Horse, shuffling on his feet.
"THE CHRONO WAR IS CAUSING RIPPLES THROUGH TIME. YOU WILL BE REMOVED."
"Oh." Horse didn't know what to say. He shuffled more. He wanted to ask what 'removed' meant, but felt he had waited too long.
"THERE IS A 0.000008% CHANCE THAT YOU WILL DIE IN TRANSIT TO YOUR OWN TIME. DO YOU ACCEPT THIS RISK?"
"What if I don't accept it?" He didn't try to sound defiant, just curious.
"YOU WILL BE EXECUTED."
"Won't that change the timeline?" He was feeling brave now!
"SCANS INDICATE YOU MAKE ABSOLUTELY ZERO IMPACT ON THE FUTURE, MEANING OUR PRESENT. IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE IF YOU LIVE OR DIE, HERE OR THEN."
"But surely...surely different babies will be born?"
"EXPLAIN."
"If...if I don't go back...or if I do..." He was panicking. He slowed down. "Even if I don't ever have children or do anything, which I won't, I still physically exist. Sometimes I go out. Sometimes people have to walk to avoid me. Some of those people will surely then go on to procreate. By me not being there, in the past, taking up space, those people will be slightly changed. They won't have to cross the street to avoid me. So they will have different children. Because they'll be having sex at a slightly different time, with different sperm. Or something."
"WE NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE. WE JUST CHECK TO SEE IF YOU HAVE ANY IMPORTANT DESCENDENTS OR ACHIEVE ANYTHING. SHIT. YOU ARE RIGHT. BUT...WHAT IF YOU ARE MEANT TO DIE HERE? OR IN TRANSIT? WE CAN'T FIND ANY RECORD OF YOU. MAYBE THE DESIGN IS THAT YOU NEVER RETURN HOME. OR MAYBE YOU LIVE A LIFE WITHOUT RECORD. WE DO NOT KNOW. WE COULD CHANGE OUR ENTIRE PRESENT, YOUR FUTURE, BY SENDING YOU OR NOT SENDING YOU. EITHER COULD BE EQUALLY TRUE. THERE IS NO WAY OF KNOWING. ERROR. ERROR. ERRRRRRRRRRROR!"
The robot exploded. Charles Horse was, ironically, consumed by the flames. Now he was about to find out if the future was changed...
He awoke in his bed. It had been a dream. Or...maybe the robot had sent him back in time as its dying act? Maybe he could create a new future. All he had to do was bump into some people on the street. Stop some babies from being born. He could create the next Hitler. He had the power.
Charles Horse smiled.
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wow what a weirod!
FARTEAGOse
fdgfdhs fsfdhser
RAJIGa
RSARTJLGa
just wthing
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
just words
i think when you nknow worlds
frrrrrrytagrhggwhen
djasd
a
dgadg
oh
this is what heppsn
happens
when you start a thing of the day with no plna
but i need a thing of the day
to express hwo im feeling
but all i'm finaly is ntohign
just random shit
before death
so why feel
but if you don't feel you aren't alive right
shit
let's see what a time displaced Charles Horse thinks about all this
____________________________________
Charles Horse woke to find himself in the year 2484. He didn't know what was the year right away, but he knew something was wrong. There was a dome over his head, for example. He could see the sky throught it. The dome stretched as far as he could see. Did it cover the whole city? The whole world? Also: there were robots.
"CITIZEN, IDENTIFY YOURSELF," said a tall robot.
"I'm Charles Horse," he said. It was always true, no matter the year.
"SCANS INDICATE YOU ARE TIME DISPLACED," said the robot. Its eyes were glowing red.
"I don't know how that happened!" said Charles Horse, shuffling on his feet.
"THE CHRONO WAR IS CAUSING RIPPLES THROUGH TIME. YOU WILL BE REMOVED."
"Oh." Horse didn't know what to say. He shuffled more. He wanted to ask what 'removed' meant, but felt he had waited too long.
"THERE IS A 0.000008% CHANCE THAT YOU WILL DIE IN TRANSIT TO YOUR OWN TIME. DO YOU ACCEPT THIS RISK?"
"What if I don't accept it?" He didn't try to sound defiant, just curious.
"YOU WILL BE EXECUTED."
"Won't that change the timeline?" He was feeling brave now!
"SCANS INDICATE YOU MAKE ABSOLUTELY ZERO IMPACT ON THE FUTURE, MEANING OUR PRESENT. IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE IF YOU LIVE OR DIE, HERE OR THEN."
"But surely...surely different babies will be born?"
"EXPLAIN."
"If...if I don't go back...or if I do..." He was panicking. He slowed down. "Even if I don't ever have children or do anything, which I won't, I still physically exist. Sometimes I go out. Sometimes people have to walk to avoid me. Some of those people will surely then go on to procreate. By me not being there, in the past, taking up space, those people will be slightly changed. They won't have to cross the street to avoid me. So they will have different children. Because they'll be having sex at a slightly different time, with different sperm. Or something."
"WE NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE. WE JUST CHECK TO SEE IF YOU HAVE ANY IMPORTANT DESCENDENTS OR ACHIEVE ANYTHING. SHIT. YOU ARE RIGHT. BUT...WHAT IF YOU ARE MEANT TO DIE HERE? OR IN TRANSIT? WE CAN'T FIND ANY RECORD OF YOU. MAYBE THE DESIGN IS THAT YOU NEVER RETURN HOME. OR MAYBE YOU LIVE A LIFE WITHOUT RECORD. WE DO NOT KNOW. WE COULD CHANGE OUR ENTIRE PRESENT, YOUR FUTURE, BY SENDING YOU OR NOT SENDING YOU. EITHER COULD BE EQUALLY TRUE. THERE IS NO WAY OF KNOWING. ERROR. ERROR. ERRRRRRRRRRROR!"
The robot exploded. Charles Horse was, ironically, consumed by the flames. Now he was about to find out if the future was changed...
He awoke in his bed. It had been a dream. Or...maybe the robot had sent him back in time as its dying act? Maybe he could create a new future. All he had to do was bump into some people on the street. Stop some babies from being born. He could create the next Hitler. He had the power.
Charles Horse smiled.
__________________________-___________________
wow what a weirod!
