Time Loop
Once
upon a time a Time Traveler found himself in line behind his earlier self at
the teller machine. At first he didn’t recognize himself from behind. When he
did, he thought time loop! He tried
to escape but he couldn’t move his legs. Oh
well, he thought, I knew this was
coming, let’s get it over with.
His
earlier self said, “I’ll be just a minute.”
He
blurted, “I knew you’d say that.”
His
earlier self turned around and said “Oh! It’s you! I mean me!”
He
thought, Yes I’m you hey how are you I
mean me just hurry up please can you tell me any just hurry up time loops hurt
oh I’m sorry I’ll I’ll be quick. He briefly considered rebelling but instead
he said, “Yes I’m you.”
His earlier self said, “Hey
how are you! - I mean me!”
He thought that’s what my voice sounds like? But he said,
“Just hurry up.”
“Please can you tell me
any-”
“- just hurry up,” he
said, sweating. “Time loops hurt.”
“Oh I’m sorry! I’ll, I’ll
be quick.” His earlier self turned back to the teller machine and continued his
business. To his earlier self this took just a minute; but to his later self it
took several eternities.
His earlier self
concluded his business. He turned around, but at a warning look from his later
self said not another word, and left.
His later self stumbled
forward, leaned his head against the wall, gasped and dripped sweat, the
illusion of free will restored.
Moral:
Marionettes hate to see
their strings.
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