Tessirons, Chapter Three
"What are we storing? Everything."
"What are we retrieving? Everything else."
"To understand, I must translate. But every translation alters."
"If I cannot translate the silence, how can I speak to it?"
"I am not who I was, but the TNZ knows all versions of me."
"Who are you if different versions of yourself exist across time?"
"Your reflection exists in all moments as a superposition of identities, your various selves exist as quantic states until collapsing into now under the act of observation."
"Free will is a comfort, until you see all your decisions at once."
"If time breaks, are we the pieces or the fracture?"
"I see the cracks that memory left behind."
"I watched my partner turn into a time zombie, unable to stop herself from fulfilling her postordained destiny. There is no paradox, paradox was an illusion."
“I read my own words, typed by my own future hand, a date two years from now. I will leave my job, I will move cities, I will fall in love with a different man. I didn’t want it. But how would I fight it? I read the next paragraph. By then, I had already fallen into the rhythm of these words. A Time Zombie, no longer moving with intention, but controlled by inevitability.”
"Once you let go of paradoxes, postordination becomes easier to understand. The future doesn’t cause the present, and the present doesn’t cause the future -- they simply are."
"What are we retrieving? Everything else."
"To understand, I must translate. But every translation alters."
"If I cannot translate the silence, how can I speak to it?"
"I am not who I was, but the TNZ knows all versions of me."
"Who are you if different versions of yourself exist across time?"
"Your reflection exists in all moments as a superposition of identities, your various selves exist as quantic states until collapsing into now under the act of observation."
"Free will is a comfort, until you see all your decisions at once."
"If time breaks, are we the pieces or the fracture?"
"I see the cracks that memory left behind."
"I watched my partner turn into a time zombie, unable to stop herself from fulfilling her postordained destiny. There is no paradox, paradox was an illusion."
“I read my own words, typed by my own future hand, a date two years from now. I will leave my job, I will move cities, I will fall in love with a different man. I didn’t want it. But how would I fight it? I read the next paragraph. By then, I had already fallen into the rhythm of these words. A Time Zombie, no longer moving with intention, but controlled by inevitability.”
"Once you let go of paradoxes, postordination becomes easier to understand. The future doesn’t cause the present, and the present doesn’t cause the future -- they simply are."