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At The Fringes Of My Imagination (Pt.V)
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
November 18, 2009

At the fringes of my imagination my stomach is tied into knots as I try to get my head around the fact that I have the power to save the world from itself and almost anything else. My little time control device helped me to use several of “my-selves” from the not too distant past to achieve wonderful things. The trick was to get my “selves” to utilize the device in synchronicity at different points along the time-stream. I went back and told myself to go to a special place where I, the real me, had constructed a lab complete with everything I would need there in the past to do great things. That “me”, in the past, would have to do the same to a previous “me”, and so on for as long as the forced loop could possibly be perpetuated back across time. I have no idea how many devices were created along the stream of time but we have done wonders. I have no idea how many times we, “I”, have saved the earth. From my own experience I remember replanting a lot of the rainforest in South America. I also remember doing it at several different “times” in my life. I remember turning a large portion of the Sahara into glass. Try as “we” could, there was no way to shut down a false signal aimed at several missile silos. What solved that problem was using another device to hijack the missiles in flight. Out of the thirty-eight launched weapons, all but one were; shut down and crashed, sent careening into space, or exploded in “misfire-mode”. That lone agent of death was steered over the desert and went off at low altitude. The resulting lake of glass reflected enough sunlight back into space to cool the planet down and bring about a small ice age that was not all that uncomfortable. The “asteroid” was a totally different story. Three or four of “us” had to stop time in three or four places along the time stream and hitch a ride on missile launches. We had to build maneuvering suites and after steering our missiles into precise orbits we waited for the right time when all three would come together in the right vicinity. The trip back home was a bit of a terror as if one of “me” had burned up on re-entry, “I” might not be telling you this right now. In any case we all got the spatial and the time coordinates just right. Four days after the “Sahara” incident, a bright flare filled the skies over the great lakes and the world watched as a 7 mile wide asteroid skipped off the upper atmosphere ever so slowly and headed for the sun. The whole “skipping-stone” looked great from the I.S.S. as it passed over the Sahara and many photos were snapped of the flaming underside reflected in the “mirror”. I don’t think I need to tell you how many of those original photos made it into my private collection. Some of my earlier selves, with a bit more hair and much less grey, actually had to destroy and rebuild their time devices. Dark matter is a fickle thing to work with. They put their solid-gold-circuit-blocks into smelters and then built new dark-matter circuits in the customary mold. The entire molten contents of the former ingots, circuitry and all, was then poured over the dark-matter and quickly cooled. New control features were added and the upgrades have filtered all the way up to me. Instead of the old “stop”, “play”, “rewind”, and “fast forward”, we now have a fine-speed control as well as a memory suite to get to specific times more quickly. The kicker though was when one of my “selves” added the “polarizer”. Now I can use that to live forever. It works a little slowly but I can see my hairline marching forward day by day!