15 Jan 0900
Hi,
Jenny.
You look happy.
Oh, I am. My brain is finally cleared of the drugs. I've completely
healed.
So you're getting on your spaceship?
Starcraft. Yes. You once asked me about free will. I can see the
answer now. It's true reality splits with every decision and observation,
and your body is duplicated along with it. But not your consciousness.
Your consciousness spans all these realities.
What do you see?
All of you. All of me. I see all the possibilities.
And why aren't we aware of all realities?
You are. I am much better at it because of the mutation. That was
the last part of my brain to heal. Now, suddenly, the whole universe lays
open before me. It's like a rosebud in the spring. I don't know how to
explain it. It's almost more than I cope with. You're just a blur of all
the different Jennys. I can concentrate on an individual possibility, or
I can see you as an envelope of your potentials.
Oh, Jenny. You have a knife in your pocket.
You're....How did you know?
At this same instant I'm talking to you in this reality, I am watching
them wheel away your dead body, in another plane. It is your imagination
which creates this. You're wonderring how much longer you can endure the
loneliness and anger. You created this. You're sampling the realities to
find which is best for you.
I'm dead?
You're dead and you're alive. Both. But these realities must coalesce.
You will be dead if this reality decays and the other persists.
How? How will I know?
Choose. Here is your free will. Your very act of consciousness affects
the probability of each reality.
I
can't....I don't......
To me, you have already died. I cannot save you. I cannot decide
this for you. You must. You must reject suicide. You must want to face
the future.
I don't know what it'll bring. Please.....
No. I can show a way, but you must walk it yourself. Oh. Yes. That's
the way......Yes.
It's gone.
Jenny collapsed. Then she slowly extracted the knife and handed
it to Mary, who knelt beside her.
Do you see my future?
I don't see the past or future. Only the now. A vast, extended now,
but no more than that.
I can't-
You can. If you so choose.
Are you saying everything I imagine is true?
It's possibly true.
I'll imagine a man who will love me and accept me.
Why not? You did last night. You now know you can love.
If that's possible, anything is possible.
If you alter the probability sufficiently. But some alterations
require more strength and energy than you yourself possess. Then you must
get outside help, either from technology, or beyond technology.
Who would help something like me?
People want to help you. They need to help you. It makes them complete
at the same time it completes you.
I will never see you again. And yet I will never stop loving you.
Mary.
Jenny.
So, we live in the world we choose for ourselves?
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