Vancouver Time Bomb?
That stuff acted quickly, I was feeling calmer than I have since I woke up. And now Tate snuggled up against me, which was absolutely fine. I think maybe we've spent time snuggling before.
"OK ... 'Vancouver Time Bomb' ... I have no idea what you're talking about." I really didn't. WTF is a time bomb? WTF is PTTD?
Tate murmured into my ear, "That's because it hasn't happened yet."
"Speak up, boy, I'm in the room also," Chris snapped.
"Yes, Sir," Tate said more loudly as he snuggled deeper into my side.
Yes, I could totally just hang out with Tate until I get super hungry, then I'll fuck him into my own oblivion. Sounds perfect. Who needs memories? Assuming he's old enough, and consents. My cock likes this idea. I think his does also. Sedatives are cool.
Chris answered more authoritatively, "Not everybody thinks PTTD is real, but because you've got an implant, we have digital recordings of how the Vancouver Time Bomb affects you. In the future."
I really was almost believing these guys until they started talking about time travel. Well, about me being a time traveler!
"I'm from the future? Hahahaha, OK, how about we all have a good fuck and then you let me go home?"
Tate found a way to snuggle even deeper, while Chris seemed to move closer, and started to hold my free left hand.
"No, Marco, you aren't from the future. In the future, you're too close to the Vancouver Time Bomb when it goes off, and the effects fuck you up in the past. Our past, and our present. I sympathize with you, I really do, and part of me is happy that right now you don't remember any of this."
Was I kissing Tate's forehead now? I forced myself to stop, "Everybody knows time travel is a paradox! You're so bullshitting me. But this is the best bareminder fantasy ever, you guys. Bravo! How many times have we played this game?"
Tate moved away a bit so he could speak, "I would never bullshit you. The main effect of PTTD, the way you described it to me once it started happening to you, is you start to experience causation as working in both directions, and your experience of time wobbles back and forth, you feel like you're speeding forward in time a few seconds, then backward in time a few seconds like bobbing on a time wave."
Chris added, "Yes, it was becoming extremely disorienting for you. And unfortunately, as your subjective time point moves closer to the time when the bomb hits, your symptoms get worse. You were feeling mentally and physically ill, and it was only going to get worse as time went on."
Tate volunteered, "It's great seeing you like this, right now, you're back to normal, you're sassy and fun again."
"So why the hell would I want those memories back?!"
Tate shrugged next to me. Chris sighed.
"We've warned you that you might decide getting your memories back would be too difficult," Chris said. As Tate nodded next to me.
I suddenly sat up, earning a little squeak from Tate, but, "But, packing away only some of my memories, as I've done now, shouldn't cure this PTTD. That doesn't make sense. I should still be feeling it right now." And then I realized I was thinking like a memory hacker. "Hah! I think we just unlocked the first clue!"
I could feel ... another section of my brain, spinning up, coming online ... I hadn't known it was there ... like a chunk of myself just popped into the slot. I was Marco, the memory hacker again. Not all of my memories came back, but my memory hacker skills had popped back online. Yeah, before I'd wondered what my occupation was. Now I know again.
I'd figured out a way to temporarily offset the PTTD symptoms. And it's working! But why did I have to design this elaborate and potentially destructive memory bomb in order to temporarily offset the PTTD? Oh shit.
Oh shit shit shit.
"Guys, the only reason I'm not feeling the PTTD symptoms right now, is because this memory bomb will go off!"
"OK ... 'Vancouver Time Bomb' ... I have no idea what you're talking about." I really didn't. WTF is a time bomb? WTF is PTTD?
Tate murmured into my ear, "That's because it hasn't happened yet."
"Speak up, boy, I'm in the room also," Chris snapped.
"Yes, Sir," Tate said more loudly as he snuggled deeper into my side.
Yes, I could totally just hang out with Tate until I get super hungry, then I'll fuck him into my own oblivion. Sounds perfect. Who needs memories? Assuming he's old enough, and consents. My cock likes this idea. I think his does also. Sedatives are cool.
Chris answered more authoritatively, "Not everybody thinks PTTD is real, but because you've got an implant, we have digital recordings of how the Vancouver Time Bomb affects you. In the future."
I really was almost believing these guys until they started talking about time travel. Well, about me being a time traveler!
"I'm from the future? Hahahaha, OK, how about we all have a good fuck and then you let me go home?"
Tate found a way to snuggle even deeper, while Chris seemed to move closer, and started to hold my free left hand.
"No, Marco, you aren't from the future. In the future, you're too close to the Vancouver Time Bomb when it goes off, and the effects fuck you up in the past. Our past, and our present. I sympathize with you, I really do, and part of me is happy that right now you don't remember any of this."
Was I kissing Tate's forehead now? I forced myself to stop, "Everybody knows time travel is a paradox! You're so bullshitting me. But this is the best bareminder fantasy ever, you guys. Bravo! How many times have we played this game?"
Tate moved away a bit so he could speak, "I would never bullshit you. The main effect of PTTD, the way you described it to me once it started happening to you, is you start to experience causation as working in both directions, and your experience of time wobbles back and forth, you feel like you're speeding forward in time a few seconds, then backward in time a few seconds like bobbing on a time wave."
Chris added, "Yes, it was becoming extremely disorienting for you. And unfortunately, as your subjective time point moves closer to the time when the bomb hits, your symptoms get worse. You were feeling mentally and physically ill, and it was only going to get worse as time went on."
Tate volunteered, "It's great seeing you like this, right now, you're back to normal, you're sassy and fun again."
"So why the hell would I want those memories back?!"
Tate shrugged next to me. Chris sighed.
"We've warned you that you might decide getting your memories back would be too difficult," Chris said. As Tate nodded next to me.
I suddenly sat up, earning a little squeak from Tate, but, "But, packing away only some of my memories, as I've done now, shouldn't cure this PTTD. That doesn't make sense. I should still be feeling it right now." And then I realized I was thinking like a memory hacker. "Hah! I think we just unlocked the first clue!"
I could feel ... another section of my brain, spinning up, coming online ... I hadn't known it was there ... like a chunk of myself just popped into the slot. I was Marco, the memory hacker again. Not all of my memories came back, but my memory hacker skills had popped back online. Yeah, before I'd wondered what my occupation was. Now I know again.
I'd figured out a way to temporarily offset the PTTD symptoms. And it's working! But why did I have to design this elaborate and potentially destructive memory bomb in order to temporarily offset the PTTD? Oh shit.
Oh shit shit shit.
"Guys, the only reason I'm not feeling the PTTD symptoms right now, is because this memory bomb will go off!"