He assumed it was part of some kind of
brain scan, to see if he has seen the images and words before –
what kind of associations he made with the combinations of inputs. A
way of mapping out the could-haves, whens and whys of the mess they
had made with time.
What was influencing, what, and from
when? Is there some kind of chemical marker they can trace, something
to facilitate the removal of certain memories? What if the method
itself makes them a kind of Men in Black? Something that jars enough
with the mind as it normally is that it's rejected outright?
He didn't mind being a guinea pig. He
was rather sure time itself wouldn't collapse, even if everyone else
seemed to have that fear.
Past time him would have to be Sherlock, and Future him would be Doctor Who. If one had to put a quick tag on it.
Sorting things into Input and Output, he waited for more translations to make themselves known.
Past time him would have to be Sherlock, and Future him would be Doctor Who. If one had to put a quick tag on it.
Sorting things into Input and Output, he waited for more translations to make themselves known.
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