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Friday, November 27, 2015

Project Chrysalis - Intro

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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