Who am I kidding? I haven't written fiction in ages, so I have no delusions that this will go anywhere. Maybe some famous SF author will stumble across this blog entry and turn it into a fantastic story.
Title: Retcon
Think about time travel. Think about all the hackneyed cliches about "the dangers of time travel into your past." You know, like the temporal paradox of travelling back in time and killing your own grandfather by mistake . . . and yet, if your grandfather perished, you'd never have been born, so you couldn't have travelled back in time and killed him, infinite loop.
Now, think of every tv show or
Now, what if . . . we created temporal paradoxes all the time, and reality (which is 50%+ subjective re-interpretation anyway according to the likes of Kant) is retconning/being retconned by us? There is no past, there is no future-- there is only now, and the imaginary chain of cause and effect that our brains strings together to link together an infinite series of "nows."
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