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[ Twist ] [ By The GNN ]
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TWIST
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by The GNN/DCS/uXu
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For the last time, we made ourselves comfortable in the lecture hall, me and
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my crew of a few (five, to be exact) good men. An old professor, this time
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from the department of philosophy and logic, greeted us and held a short
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dry speech concerning the fantastic voyage we were on our way to embark on.
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Time-travelling was nothing new. It had been done for several centuries.
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But our trip was different. We were not about to travel forward in time,
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but backwards. And that had never been done before, so the expectations
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were high, to say the least. Not to mention our fear of failure.
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But, as usual, before we could enter the metallic capsule and get on with
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our mission we had to attend several boring lectures concerning the
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theoretical implications of our trip. Today's load of mumbo-jumbo were the
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last in a series of incomprehensible academic hairsplitting.
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A young man entered the stage, dropped all of his notes on the floor (how
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come the people within the academic world are so unpractical?), picked them
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up, cleared his throat, stuttered his name and grade (Ph.D), and said: "You
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will not be able to travel backwards in time."
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Now, this was something new, indeed. I noticed how my crew suddenly got
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interested.
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The Ph.D. continued: "Travelling backwards in time will by necessity
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change the future. And the future of the past is our time, here and now. We
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are here because the causal stream of events through time have been as they
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in fact have been. If they had been different, here and now would be quite
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different."
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I glanced over my shoulder. My crew of good men looked rather pale. It
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seemed like they had never actually considered that prospect.
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"Therefore", the old Ph.D. said and stroke his beard, "you will not be
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able to travel backwards in time. The proof is here and now: that here and
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now is actually here and now. If you would succeed in going to what has
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been, you would - by necessity, I tell you - change the occurrence of
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events, and turn what is now into something else. But here and now remains
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stable, as we all can see."
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One of my men raised his hand.
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"But... what will happen to us then?"
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"I dare not speculate on that matter. But I can assure you that you will
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not succeed. The proof is all around you! Look!"
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I looked around. Maybe she was right. "Here and now" did in fact not
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change. The lecture hall did not metamorphose into something new. I began to
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despair. Damn these logicians! Always playing around with paradoxes!
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My crew of four good men thought the same; I could see it in their sad
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eyes. The Ph.D. kept on talking for half an hour. I did not bother to
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listen. I was preoccupied with the unpleasant thought of failure. When the
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lecture was over, we applauded politely, even though our dreams had been
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shattered.
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When we walked out of the hall, a crew member whispered in my ear.
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"Chief, was all that true? Will we fail?"
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"Not at all!" I said confidently. "Mere hypotheses! We will succeed!"
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The crew lightened up.
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"Really, Chief?"
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"Damn right! Nothing can stop us, I tell y'all! We'll make it all the way
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around the world and prove that earth is round as a cannonball! Nothing, I
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tell y'all, NOTHING can stop us! Yee-haa!"
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The crew cheered, fired their muskets in the air and praised the Gods.
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"Long live the captain!" they yelled. "Long live the captain! Ho hum and
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a bottle of rum!"
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And then me and my crew of sixty good men sat sail and embarked on our
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fantastic voyage, into the unknown beyond the horizon.
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