Over the years he had re-written how is
mind worked. The limits of possibility were not based on what had
happened to him, or to others, but from a framework of nothingness to
everything or anything. It made relating to others difficult – not
to mention being able to communicate the scale he was considering.
There was no common vocabulary. It was the difference between
working with a dozen wooden blocks, or a ton of sand. After a while
he didn't want to bother to dealing with the wet blanket of
non-possibility that most people seemed to be – he'd rather rebuild
the whole universe in his mind.
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Oily jazz staggered out of the club like a cutoff drunk, angry and directionless. The shadows around here had names. Lex was the dark sp...
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“Path Generator error 402. Target not found. Try again?” Time travel was never meant to be mainstream, but eventually it was. It too...
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Doctor Time’s stomach dropped. He barely remembered meeting himself 20 minutes ago giving himself keys to the Impossible Lightning, the Ti...
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