The team resumed scanning the timeline
for changes. Sometimes the quantum duplicates passed something back
to the originals. A word or a phrase, something that differed from
the archive placed near the beginning.
They were looking for people who were
sensitive to such things. People who weren't interesting in winning
the lottery, or becoming rich from stock tips or other temporary
gains. Since the whole system would collapse and be rebuilt, such
trivial things didn't matter. The point of studying this was to see
the underlying science behind the simplistic fabric people people
covered the universe with.
When they found someone, sometimes they
were a bit too eager. The subjects minds were overwhelmed with the
white noise of the quantum double.
For anyone in such a situation they
would try and do their best and try to end the experiments. That
decision didn't involve the subject, and some were eager to continue,
if only they could communicate that to the future.
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He blogged his request, to continue.
But what was he looking for? Direct contact was seemingly out of the
question, that he understood. Something innocuous, a hint, a trail
to follow. Something to trigger the latent and out of place
memories. Something to help him face the supposed paradoxes of such
an endeavour. A test. Something to prove to them he didn't just have
a hunch.
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He followed Twitter and Youtube, also
looking for things out of place. Hidden codes and patterns. He
tried, in the past, to work out a kind of shorthand, but then he
didn't have anything to communicate. Hashtags and rants from a mind
under unique stresses. He wasn't going anywhere and didn't mind if
the non-routine collapsed. Their were worse things than being
displaced, or confused. Wouldn't his future self know this, or did
he not make it? Was it double a blind or some other stringent
process where what his future self knew was immaterial?
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The codes started to make sense, he saw
that there was more than a bit of disbelief at their end as well. He
knew what kinds of videos he liked and they did as well, so the
medium was rather easy to agree upon. Enough mispronounced that
'Google Translate' could say nearly anything, but simple enough to
read between the lines. It was amusing at any rate.
Cracked, Wholock, that kind of thing
was amusing in an of itself. Nothing to objectionable for future
sensibility, as long as they didn't take themselves too seriously.
An air of hopeful optimism pervaded at
his end. Now he just needed to find out some kind of schedule.
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