Hello it’s me.
I’ve come back to this time, 25 years in the past, running from
those who would kill me. I pray I've destroyed enough of my research that they can no longer
chase me.
I’d discovered a time/space number sequence that enabled travel
backwards in time. Someone turned it into
a weapon, advancing my research, able to twist the form and function of people and
things in the past.
I’ve returned one week before them blowing up my house trying to
kill me in 2023. They must have picked
that time before I’d realized I had a hidden talent for all things numbers, making sure they killed me before I could have worked on the sequence.
It’s strange coming back to this house, knowing that in a different timeline, it was blown to hell, a million pieces covering the neighborhood,
damaging the houses all around. I’d been
able to warn my younger self, he leaving the house minutes before the blast, then
we both chased for weeks, hunted, one in the future, one in the past, same
person, two separate timelines.
It’s my belief that coming back to the past, I can change my younger
self’s future away from work on the number sequence, ending the time travel in
the future. But I’m now stuck in this
time, 25 years in my past, there are now two of us, exactly the same person, just
25 years older or younger, depending on which you see.
The science wasn’t exact, and I appeared at this time around the
block from my home. I slowly walked the
block, getting my mind set to meet myself back in 2023. I wondered what my reaction would be coming
to the door at 5am, meeting the me from the future.
Strange, even funny as I watched myself coming to the door with
that look on my face of “who the hell is ringing the doorbell at 5am”.
“Hello, it’s me… I’m from the future.” I put out my hand with a big smile on my
face.
“What??”
He called in sick for the next two days as we got to know each
other, and I explained how all this had happened.
A week later, on September 16th, 2023, we left the house just
before 5am and stood four houses down the street until after 6am. 5:30am was the time the house had been blown
up in the other timeline.
I think we are safe. Time
for a new beginning.
From the Ramblings.
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