They had set up his computer with a way
of communicating with them. In a certain game, one could place
objects and people, complete with adjectives – and the resultant
combinations would be processed and create emergent behavior at their
end. This, in turn would send instructions to twitter bots in his
present. It wasn't direct, or world-altering, but it was the best
they could do under the rules and circumstances.
They seemed overly concerned about his
mental well-being. In his mind he would rather be disoriented a
little bit. Temporal changes weren't going to happen without a
little bit of discomfort. He felt things shift, the music changed.
It was a good sign.
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