Out Through 1: Click

Click click click, you’re just a click through. She stared him down, her eyes blank as radio whitenoise.

‘What are you doing, Spira?’

‘Spinning you.’

‘What?’

‘Tuning you to another frequency – as far as I can tell your aura is indicating that you aren’t resonating at the right spatio-temporal frequency for optimum experiential throughput.’

‘In English, please.’

‘I am giving you a better future’

Telechronetics had been thought of as a myth for a long time. Then they had been hunted down and a lot of them had been killed and the murders had been very public – the authorities had made performance pieces out of every single execution. They were sending a message: to the other telechronetics out there and to your average Joe – no quarter would be given. A few of them had kept ahead of the pack for long enough that they could learn to use their abilities and then they slipped out through the moments that they opened for themselves in the timeline.

Spira arrived like a tornado of sequential glitches – de ja vu ticking through the clocks until they burnt out, amnesia, strokes, epileptic, narcoleptic and all other manner of fits. The universe and all the biological entities therein reacting to the presence of something illogical and seemingly antithetical to the normal state of things in the only way it could – by shutting down, trying to rid itself of the infection. But Spira’s willpower was a powerful anchor and she bent the quantum field around herself into a new shape as if she were trying on new clothes, and in a way she was.

It was only a matter of time before someone came for her – there was no way that a surge of tachyon activity of that level could go unnoticed by people whose only job was to do just that. What would she do when that happened? Well, she had been practicing. She had re-tuned several people in the area so that good things kept happening to them – she described it as magnetising their optimal temporal drives, some fifth dimensional sense organ that most humans were unable to control. Why were they unable to control it? Because most of them were unaware of its existence. Why was that? Because looking at someone on a three-dimensional imaging scanner wasn’t going to make it appear – this was a step beyond the idea of a tesseract. A lot of people had thought she was blowing smoke up their asses but then things had started happening in the way that she had told them they were going to happen and it was hard to refute empirical evidence.

When things started happening that surprised her we knew that they were on to her and that they were coming. The only question was, what were we going to do about it?

Drags 1: Black Hole Son

This alternative they don’t call them drugs – they call them drags. Not in the same way you refer to having a drag on a cigarette either. Chemicals here are seen as anchors – they create existential drag that holds you back from full acceleration. They talk of some great singularity planted at the end of time like a full stop that is pulling the whole world towards it. The singularity explains why the past appears to run slower than the present – it is all to do with the physics of approaching an event horizon.

People regularly purge – they purge everything; anything inessential to survival can be cut from the body like a cancerous lump and thrown away. Emotions are usually the first thing to go. Drags are experiential rewrites; experience is a problematic – experience is also thought of as a drag in some circles. Experience makes you old – getting old is an anchor that prevents you from approaching the singularity.

The people in the past, the ones seen as evolving or reaching a state of bliss? They freed themselves of the body anchor and their mind was pulled forward through time to the point of The Great Fusion. The Great Fusion? Well, hey, most geeks know that a black hole crushes time, light; anything that gets near it. People here seem to believe that the crushing represents a fusing of separate consciousnesses into a single entity – godhead if you will. To them, death in the heart of a black hole is the attainment of godhead. It is a doorway a wormhole through which they are extruded into a new universe where the physics are different – where the mind is greater than the body and thought drives everything.

It’s a nice idea. Why am I here? Well, we believe that this black hole in their universe is sitting on a faultline in reality: it is like a bomb set to go off above a stress fracture that threatens to engulf countless universes in tsunami of lethal radiation. We think it may once have been a white dwarf and that it is now in the next stage of it’s evolution. It collapsed down to a point, pushed through the heart of itself in a slow aeon long implosion and kept pushing until it spread out to become the huge black hole it presently is, sucking in all that energy for a purpose – to fuel an evolution into something that threatens everything. The problem is that people had been looking at it for all this time as a physical problem and something that could be dealt with using the science of physics, when what it truly is is a battle that must be fought with a supraconsciousness. I am going to have to fight with an aspirant god, a god that is a thousand commingled minds; enlightened minds. It is not going to be easy.