Added to chapter one of Journal of a Time Traveler – a science fiction and fantasy book about time travel. The Living Universe books series.
“The ‘me’ dealing with you was born only several hundred thousand years ago. I am not too old to be an artefact, as you see.” And she smiled at me, the smile of a young and beautiful woman.
“What if he perceives our presence here?”
“He is already aware, as his boundaries are so small, and there is no life yet; he is following us but he recognises me as being of his own structure, even when I come from a future he is not able to figure. There is no Gate yet at this stage.”
“Would your interference, now, change things and help the universe create Gates faster, hence altering the timeline? What if we disappear from the drastic adjustment you bring on?”
“I cannot teach The Universe something that he is not able to figure himself at a certain point in time. I am the by-product of his creation. Speeding up the process could arise from this encounter. Luckily, if this occurred we would still be part of the new timeline, it is not possible to destroy ourselves even with an indirect influence.” As she was speaking, a large cloud in front of us got lighter, sprinkled with stars in vibrant fluorescent colours, for several seconds, before disappearing in complete silence.
“Did we switch the timeline?”
“No, it was a failed experiment; he couldn’t keep the cloud materialized. It escaped from his hands and returned to the energy matrix. As you see he can make mistakes in his actions, and in foreseeing the future of his works.”
“Then he can find himself surprised by the course of events he has set in motion. Can these experiments affect us also?”
“No, this zone is completely void of matter, there is not even a single atom here; it is the central zone where he is residing for now. Later there will be no such thing, he will spread equally everywhere.”
The idea of being in the eye of the universe struck me but the clouds vanished just as fear was taking me under its dominion. My eyes caught the image of the blonde waitress; we were back in the restaurant, and my uneasiness started to fade.
“Was this a simulation or we were really there?”
“Does this have any importance for the knowledge itself?” I had to recognise that it hadn’t.
End of paragraph from chapter one of Journal of a Time Traveler – a science fiction and fantasy fiction book about time travel. The Living Universe books series.