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* The DeLorian *
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Captain's Log: Stardate 0000 0001
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I began this morning thinking that my life has reached a dead end. Ever since I
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was a youngling I dreamed of journeying among the stars and yesterday I tried to
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follow that dream. I went to enlist my services to the space force of the
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Federation's, but I was informed that I did not meet their standards and my
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offer was declined. I had no idea what I would be doing now since I was banking
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my whole future on being able to live my life out in space. After my enlistment
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was rejected my love for the Federation was replaced with resentment and anger.
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How DARE they destroy my dreams, to so easily discard my services just because
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my current phsyique is not "up to par" with their quality of "standards"! I know
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my around a starship better than any of those morons, and if they just gave me a
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chance I could have been an invaluable asset! I wish I could show them, all I
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would need is a ship. I don't need a crew, I could handle it all myself... But
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what good would that do? I am just one person, and they are an entire fleet. How
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could I do anything to something so much larger than myself all on my own?
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So you can imagine my shock when I was approached by a shrouded, mysterious
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figure that would only disclose themself as "The Elder" showed up offering me a
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means to do exactly that. Their offer was simple:
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I will be given the task of smuggling weapons and intelligence documents
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past the Federation and to deliver them to their enemies. In payment, I would be
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given a space craft and a device that it promised to give me an edge over any
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adversarial force I may encounter if used properly. While I did not plan for my
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life as a space captain to be working as a smuggler, it is the only option I
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have left. And if I am being honest, I would really enjoy right now to help make
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the lives of the Federation more difficult after what they did to me.
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After taking a moment to consider this stranger's offer I accepted it. They
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bestowed upon me three items: a fairly banged up coin, a leather bound book, and
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an odd looking remote. Upon handing me these items I was told that inside the
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book will hold the answers to all of my questions. On first inspection the
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leather cover appeared to be quite worn out from what I can only assume to be
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from years of age, but the papers inside looked to be brand new. The fact that I
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was being given a book at all was quite strange since they have not been used in
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years now that everything is digitized these days. Affixed to the outside of the
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cover is a simple pencil and eraser which I assume is meant for writing in it.
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When opening the book I found that the pages were removable and bound only by an
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elastic band inside the book, which would suggest that one could add more pages
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later as well as remove sections as well later on. The pencil made more since
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after skimming over the first page since everything was hand written, but that
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was also the only page with anything on it. Every following page was left blank.
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Confused by this I looked up from the book to ask how that single page could
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somehow answer all my questions, but only to find that my cryptic employer had
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vanished.
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Left only with my new, unusual gifts I decided to read through in full the notes
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that were jotted upon the first and only inscribed page within the book. It
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began explained the location of the craft I would using, where in the craft the
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smuggled contents are, the coordinates of the rendezvous, who I would be meeting
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there, and how much I will be selling it all for. It went on to entail that I
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would be keeping the proceeds from the exchange and upon completion would be
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assigned my next task. While I found all of this to be quite generous, I was far
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more concerned with the everything else that followed from The Elder's notes.
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According to what was written here, that bizarre remote I was given is
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apparently a device that can manipulate the fabric of space and time in a very
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specific way. The device has a screen in the middle, a dial beneath it, and a
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button on either side. If I press the left button it will set a "checkpoint" of
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sorts that gets stored to the memory of the device and I can search through
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those checkpoints using the dial to cycle through them on the display as a
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counter that goes up and down (coorsponding to the checkpoints in order of
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creation). That is all fine, but what is baffling is the alleged function of the
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right button. That, when pressed, it will send the user of the device back to
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the exact position in time that the selected "checkpoint" was created. After
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reading that section over a few times to make sure I was understanding it
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correctly I decided I needed to prove that this device worked.
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I started with a few simple experiments. First, I checked the time and set a
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checkpoint followed by walking a few steps away and waiting. After a few minutes
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passed I set the dial to my checkpoint and pressed the button that should
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trigger the jump in space-time. Sure enough, I was standing in the same spot but
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the time read the same time as when I set the checkpoint. Amazing! The potential
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that this holds is beyond comprehension but I am going to try and do so anyways!
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Which is what led to my second test, to determine once and for all how time
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worked in our universe. This test is simple: I will create a checkpoint and then
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after a few moments I will take a few steps back followed by flipping the coin I
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was given. If it lands on heads, I go back and punch myself in the right eye;
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and if it lands on tails, I go back and punch myself in the left eye. A bit
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violent, but it is all in the name of science and gets the job done. With the
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checkpoint set, I flipped the coin.
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What followed next left me a bit confused. Instead of being punched in the face
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by a future version of myself, I was approached by two versions of myself that
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both punched me (one to my right eye and the other to my left eye). After given
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it some thought, here is what I think happened: the unvierse we exist in obeys
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the multiverse theory so after the coin was flipped there were two universes
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created where one has the coin landing on heads and the other the coin lands on
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tails. Since both occurred, the respective future versions both went back in
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time and punched the eye they were supposed to punch. However, that now leaves
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us in the awkward situation where there is now three of me. It looks like the
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universe has no problems with us all being here, so I guess all those who
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believed this would "violate the laws of space-time" were wrong since the
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universe did not explode when they punched me in the face, but my eyes sure do
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feel that way now. After the awkward moment passed the one who punched me in the
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right eye suggested we read the rest of the book. It explained how part of my
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employment will require detailed documentation of the series of the events that
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unfold as a means to audit my work to trigger receiving my next assignment. I am
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to do this using communications over QEC, but due to the nature of the work I am
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to not use my real name nor the name of my craft. I am also meant to do so for
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today, hence the reason I am right this message. For "The Elder" to identify my
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messages I am to refer to myself as "The DeLorian" and for my craft I can call
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it whatever I want here as long as it does not give away anything. Since I
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cannot think of anything good right now I'll just pick a placeholder name and
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come back to it later. So for now, I emback on my voyage into the unknown as a
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smuggler to enact revenge against the empire that has forsaken me aboard my ship
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Boaty McBoatface.
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