by Shaun Lawton
searching for evidence that we may have been visited from the future and
I have found the one anomaly that fits this description to be ourselves.
The future already exists in eternity because every decision we make
during our lifetimes creates the past. We are in the process of mutually
shaping that history. We are the agents sent from the future.
A side-effect Temponauts deal with is complete disorientation
with space-time. Those who undergo being sent back
into the past come to believe that space and time
are separate to name one of many bizarre hallucinations.
A time machine operates like a boomerang.
A time machine parallels the scope of an iris.
Our descendants set the scope of their time machine
to a series of certain dates seeding portions
of the galaxy with in-uteri clones of themselves
in a bid calculated to alleviate the boredom of eternity
with a closed-loop system of endless variations.
The experiment met with equal measure of success and failure.
The portion of their failure has amounted to our creation.
They maximized the variety of flavors within their closed loop
and increased their menu of lifestyle choices by setting the bar
as high as possible. By aiming for infinity they went beyond
their greatest expectations that escaped their wildest dreams.
They accidentally created us all and themselves in the process.
This unequivocal success generated the next curious paradox
and there remain whispers to this day across generations
that paradox itself runs the engines of creation.
The real nature of our descendant's time-machine experiment
may be grasped when the realization sets in that every human
being without exception was seeded from one such time traveler
and that we Temponauts inhabiting Earth today have come to be
known as Earthlings. Our innate curiosity about extra-terrestrials
stems from this great time travel experiment. What distinguishes us
is the fact we didn't so much arrive from the future (that is our own
misconception as effectively lost Temponauts) as we arrived from
Elsewher'n, that is to say, from outside this spacetime altogether.
Our forefathers were bored and therefore created the Milky Way
Galaxy as a time-machine experiment by which to re-launch themselves
in their own image by sending their stem cells with neutrinos to certain
specified loci outside their own quantum realm thereby creating our portion
of the universe. What they didn't exactly expect was to succeed in granting
themselves an eternity of variants to further absolve them from boredom
except for the small issue that their own Temponauts grafted of their same
genetics were doomed to endlessly perpetuate the very existence
they had intended for themselves.
And so They wait, our Temporal Masters.
They sigh while the day their travelers,
spawned from their own DNA
return across the great expanse
of time to their side. The masters
of the human race have long ago
learned from their mistake.
Rather than alleviating their
own boredom, they accidentally
created new lives which have been
chasing after adventure ever since.
The trick toward understanding
this expanding dynamic lies in
realizing the Gods themselves
have come to question their own
immortality even as they await
their great time-travel experiment
to come to fruition, all the while
leaving us strewn in their path
as their lost children growing to
question our own sense of mortality.
