Primum non nocere
“Quantum Mnemonics,” I reminded myself as I sat down and began to engineer sense out of the maelstrom of facts currently streaming through my consciousness.
This is where, you decide, it all gets too weird. Because you truly know you’ve begun to stray into the domain of the Time Lords. Only for you it’s not science-fiction. Rather it’s the stories from your past giving you the ability to make a modified form of sense out of all of this.
Ideas come as fogs of probability rather than words: images from contemporary culture flow together leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of whatever it was the other thing was about. A feeling that only now are you able to translate into the spoken word.
Yet it’s only over an extended period of time that you may find your ways to uncover the truths of it. Patiently weaving skeins of different reality as you seek to uphold the past in the lights of things to come. And still so much fails make sense.
Leaving you, for now, trapped in a place where the least hypothesis, and the social structures of law and order, insist it’s little more than the pathology of a manifest thought disorder.
“Block Transfer Computations,” replied my other cat as she jumped onto the table and demanded due bandwidth consideration from my tuna sandwich.
“Are we really reverse engineering,” I asked my other cat once the tuna had been depleted, “a theory of block transfer from the mess I’ve uncovered with my Quantum Mnemonics.”
“Yes,” purred my other cat with a satisfied purr, “we are.” And with that she began to clean her face with a moistened paw and lost interest.
“It’s not funny,” objected my cat, “for others have begun to perceive the extra dimensions we have taken to folding our minds through.”
“I’ll continue this later,” I decided. “Because right now I’m stuck in a hole trying to resolve the apparent fogs of reality surrounding some of the key operators who support these facts as fiction.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” yelped the wolf as the truth sunk in and once again revealed me as the Bad Wolf who started it all.
“You along with others brought harm to his neural symbiote,” warned my other cat once the wolf’s identity had been established. “We do not take matters such as this lightly.”
Happy new year