by Bob'n Around
Invisible matters of the mind turned real into the written word.
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A lifetime. Every minute focused on the same frenzied, mad enterprise. Time travel. Impossible? Einstein didn’t think so. Warp the space time continuum and you can go forward or backward. Instantly. Forget about light speed. I know. At the age of seventy-four, I did it.
It is one thing to feel that creepy tingle of recognition and flashback of deja vu. It is another to find yourself caught up in it, unable to escape. Sure, I’d wished I could live the best day of my life, forever. Doesn’t everybody hope that kind of day will never end? Now, here I was in a remake of the movie, ‘Groundhog Day’ living everything about one day without ever leaving it.
The part about living forever is so close I can reach out and touch it. The ripple I made in the cosmos returned me back to the young dreamer I once was. My perfect day is just about to begin. There’s me, my doppleganger self in my prime, sleeping peacefully, not knowing I’m standing beside myself with a knife ready to slit my own throat. Will it be murder or suicide?
I have to do it before this sleeping innocent opens his eyes. I’ve tested this situation with animals. Two clones cannot exist in the same moment once they both become aware of each other neither one continues to exist. Psychic awareness, the shock of recognition is the key. Seeing, feeling the meeting of oneself blends, merges the two together. The mass is too much. Continuity demands an energy release.
I’ve seen these little shock waves change reality before my eyes as one guinea pig literally meets itself nose to nose and both explode into a popping sound echoing them out of existence.
But? When I dispatch one in the instant before? Success crowns my ambition. The glue of sharing the moment surrounded by the singularity of being so closely aligned together requires only one sacrifice to that popping ripple effect. The other remains, renewed, untouched.
What I didn’t count on, how could I? Was, what happens next? I never stuck around to examine that.
Space/time hiccups and I find myself in a time loop doing the same experiment all over again.
I find my perfect day and both of me perfectly in it. I murder my other self, feel reality pop and hiccup. The next moment I alone stand there ready to capture the day’s prize.
A strange lethargy forces me down to my bed. I smile, the cycle has begun. I’ll sleep and dawn will awaken me with its promise.
Only, it doesn’t. Here I am again, standing over me, knife in hand. I have murdered myself, times without number. I can’t stop myself.
What can I do to change this unwieldy outcome? I must quickly examine every detail, every option. It may be my last if things go wrong.
Perhaps, this time I’ll hesitate, our eyes will meet and we’ll both become the nothing we were meant to be.