Chapter Seven

On 15 July 2001, Josef6 broke his silence.

Hi! -- He wrote -- I can see there’s been a lot of talk and speculation about my last post. Unfortunately, problems related to my mission and certain family issues have rendered me unable to respond as I would have liked to. I can say that I’m very gratified and kind of shocked at the outpouring of interest in what I’ve posted here. I guess its understandable and I should have expected it, but its sometimes difficult for me to keep in mind that things which are commonplace -- or at least accepted as fact -- in my time period are completely unknown in your time line.

I want to say a few important things right off the bat: first of all, some of you are placing a spiritual or moral import on these things. I have no such intentions -- or pretensions. Its not that I’m not flattered, but I’m not a prophet or a guru and definitely not a messiah. I’m just a soldier doing his duty. Believe me, I’m really not that interesting. I don’t know much more about this technology than you do, and in some ways its equally impressive and unbelievable to me. I think somebody once said that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic to the primitive mind -- not that any of you have primitive minds, don’t take me the wrong way, I’m just trying to bring a few of you back down to earth where all of this is happening. Sorry to burst your bubble, but its just physics! Nothing magical or divine is happening here. I actually believe in God in a sort of vague, non-formalized way, like a lot of people in my time period -- we’re more religious but less dogmatic -- but I can assure you that no spiritual intervention was necessary to get me here and wont be necessary to get me back to where I came from.

The second thing is very important to me personally, and has been causing me a lot of conflicted emotions over the past few months, which is one of the reasons why I haven’t been in touch with you. Some of you have expressed the opinion that I am here to warn you or to push you towards actions which will change the future to which I will return. I think I made it pretty clear that any changes you could or would make in this time period would be unlikely to effect any outcome in my time period, unless there are serious unknown factors in terms of the compound nature of the multiverse, which is definitely possible. In any case, the possible outcomes of your timeline are as infinite as any other, so both you and I are basically powerless to influence the course of events in either continuum.

Having said this, I have been forced to reconsider some of my assumptions regarding my mission. It’s a pretty accepted theory in physics that just by observing certain phenomenon you change them, and I’ve done much more than simply observe all of you. I thought at first that I could engage myself anonymously with your time period through the medium of the internet while maintaining a safe distance. Now, I think that might have been a way of evading responsibility. I’ve been wondering if I have certain ethical responsibilities towards you as much as to my mission. For better or worse, I’ve made contact with you, and now I have to accept certain moral consequences just as you do.

The point I’m getting at is that even though it is probably pointless to reveal things to you about the future, it may not be. I’m not sure I have the right to withhold certain information from you if there’s even the possibility that it could change things for the better. On the other hand, I have to balance any information I might give you with my military and ethical responsibilities to my time period.

So, I’m going to confine myself to a few simple words of advice. I can’t reveal anything more than this, so please don’t ask me to.

There will be a major event on the east coast of the United States in 2010. You might want to be elsewhere.

If at all possible, acquire a water purification system and start storing your own water supply.

Learn how to shoot and maintain a weapon. I know this may be difficult for some of you, and I hope it wont be necessary, but if your timeline does end up following mine, it will be an absolute necessity, both for hunting your own food and defending your property.

I would get out of the stock market by 2005 at the very latest.

That’s all I can comfortably tell you right now. I’m keeping a close watch on certain developments in this time period -- mostly considered unimportant by your media -- and if I think it becomes necessary I may reveal more. For the moment, this will have to do. I hope you appreciate the dilemma I’ve been facing and the reasons I have for withholding -- for now -- any further information.

J6

The first response was, as should have been expected, from survivor69, and read as follows:

I TOLD YOU!!!!!!

Jennieruptha was on it a moment later.

Josef, I just want to say on behalf of those of us who care about and admire you that we totally understand the soul searching you must have been going through over the past few months, and we appreciate your taking this chance. You did a really beautiful and amazing thing today and we won’t let you down.

Bourbonstreet5 was conciliatory but triumphant.

Its nice to be vindicated, but I want to express my apologies to Josef if he felt in any way pressured by some of the things I posted here. I was wrong in assuming that he was really here to warn us in order to change his time period. I see now that the situation is much more complicated. I hope Josef will forgive me if I contributed to any conflicted feelings he might have had recently on this subject and thank him for this incredibly altruistic act. NOW ITS UP TO US PEOPLE!!!

Prettycrazygirl sounded the only note of concern.

Obviously, I’m as astounded and moved as everyone else about what Josef has told us. But we should remember that this is pretty scary stuff, folks. Stay away from the entire east coast in 2010? I don’t think we can have any doubts about what that means. Its the date of the Chinese nuclear attack. Everything else he’s telling us is how to survive after it happens. Is it inevitable? Are we totally helpless? What can we do to stop this before it happens? I think I speak for a lot of people here when I say that I’m more confused and frightened after reading this message than before it. I know Josef is only trying to help, but how can we even begin to deal with this kind of information? And according to him, its only the tip of the iceberg! Can you imagine if we knew everything he knows?

Jennieruptha was, as always, on hand for reassurance.

I understand, pretty, but remember, he’s telling us this because he thinks this may have a positive effect. In other words, he thinks this may be enough for us to make some real changes for the better. We can work with this. None of the terrible things Josef has told us about and warned us about have to happen. That’s exactly why he’s telling us these terrible things. I believe that if we band together and believe that we can change things for the better, we’ll succeed. This is the only thing that has ever changed things for the better. Josef knows this too. That’s why he’s taken such a risk in revealing these things. We should be grateful, not frightened, that he trusts us and believes in us enough to take that chance.

Jennieruptha, you see, was sure that she could read the mind of God.

Chapter Six

Someone once wrote that men would rather be equal as slaves than exist in a hierarchy of free men. Accordingly, we sat in a semicircle. Each of us looking into each other’s eyes as though our gaze were egalitarian. In fact, each one of us all dutifully surrounded jennieruptha. Or Jennie Ruptha, as she was in the threadbare world of the non-virtual. Jennie was resplendent in her cascading dreadlocks, her unshaven armpits, her braless sagging breasts. When she spoke her lips pulled at the ends of words as nails tear with slow derision into black graphite. Two enormous hoop earrings, each in the shape of an Egyptian ankh -- the talisman of a long dead fertility cult -- distended her earlobes. When she turned her head the red flaps of skin hurled themselves in the opposite direction and the cartilage at the bottoms of her ears turned to corpse white.

She began by revealing to us that her name was not her name. She had been born Virginia Peasley in East Waukheegan, New Jersey, but had escaped in search of adventure, love, beauty and the meaning of life. Adventure was tiring, love was fleeting, beauty was fading, and the meaning of life had thus far eluded her. She was sure, however, in the power of those who took other names. Of those who placed upon themselves a literate symbology of their essential selves and merged with their presence as a word. She had a faith in words she herself did not recognize. It was unconscious. Unconsidered. As are all true faiths. And all the truly faithful.

She sat cross legged in a high backed wooden rocking chair. A pink shawl was wrapped around her neck, as an executioner might wrap a lover’s noose. As one might engineer the most adoring act of autoerotic asphyxiation. When she spoke, the vivid pink fabric would vibrate to the tremor of her vocal cords.

We were all here, she told us, because of Josef. And because of what Josef had to teach us. Josef was from a different time. But a time that could be ours. A time that was ours. It only waited for its moment to come. For us to reach the essential median between the past and the future. The dying moment of the present that never exists.

I paraphrase. She was incapable of such poetry.

All oneness, she suggested to us, was achieved by the realization of oneness. Josef was teaching to us that the unity of all thing was not only of the now. Of the hear and now. Of the day to day which is the fetish of all decadent spiritualists. It reached across time. It taught us that time was one. That the oneness of existence reached across time. Asian faiths, she told us, revere their ancestors. In this way, they fulfill a responsibility to the past, to the dead. Now there was an even more extraordinary prospect. The fulfillment of our responsibility to the future, to the not yet born. And this fulfillment was not longer mere sanctimonious moralizing on the holiness of children. It was real. It was here now. Talking to us. We were no longer required to relegate the future to the abstract, over against the unbreakable concrete of the past. The future was speaking to us through Josef6, and it was carrying dire portents. There was no longer any need to predict. Now we knew. We knew the possible outcome of our everyday movements. The plentitude of sins we were daily committing against the innocents of Josef’s time. We had to believe that this voice which was whispering to us from across the quantum spectrum was here for a reason.

The tyranny of the gathering was at the height of its powers.

A bespectacled man with a trimmed beard and a semi-castrato voice expressed his sympathies with Jennie. He began to talk about the exigencies of his upbringing. His insoluble conflict with his father. The necessity of finding wholeness in a world driven by consumerism. This led to an earnest exchange regarding organic farm products.

I felt the conversation was drifting from its original intent.

That was when Riverrain spoke up. Riverrain was the scion of a commune dedicated to the healing possibilities of primal scream therapy. She barely spoke above a whisper. Her jet black hair was pinned backwards with a violence which was shocking in its chastity. Black eyeliner encased the sockets in her skull, the flesh of which was rendered a porcelain white through the fervent application of powder and foundation.

She was born, she told us, in late 1977. Given the confluence of dates, she was certain that Josef6 was actually her father. It explained, she told us, everything.

This was the low point of the evening. But it served, at least, to lead us back to Josef6.

Jennie announced that we would go around the circle and announce our opinion of why Josef6 was here and what we should do about it. A few people twisted uncomfortably in their seats, but the totalitarian presence of others was enough to coax a reply.

The bearded man wanted to work for peace and harmony.

Riverrain wanted to file a palimony suit.

A black woman who was roughly three hundred pounds overweight was sure he was Jesus.

A white woman whose body was made up entirely of toothpicks covered with ulceritic flesh believed he had come to teach her how to eat again. Halfway through her three sentences she coughed and blood was glimpsed on her lower lip.

A young man in a black bandana was deeply enthusiastic about the anarchistic possibilities presented by Josef6’s prophetic statements. He was of the personal opinion that nuclear war could present a magnificent opportunity for human freedom.

A portly accountant in a suit and tie announced his intention to become a ballet dancer.

Jennie looked disapproving. Which was eminently understandable. To her credit, the exquisite veneer of perfect calm never left her face. Her eyes, however, did grow slightly wider. And at one point her pupils were clearly dilated.

After the confessionals were finished, she looked down at the floor for several minutes in complete silence. My studies had long since convinced me that this was a regular and generally successful practice for gurus in training. The calculated use of silence, or any such premeditated manipulation of inscrutable or disconcerting behavior, was essential to focusing the attention of the otherwise easily distracted. In order to bring the imagination to bear on the state of lucid dream required by the semi-mystical experience, it is first necessary to disturb the cognitive expectations of the initiate. This is accomplished by the use of bizarre or confusing patterns of behavior which confound the standard mores of human interaction. The classic case being the Buddhist master who leaves his student to sit outside in a driving rainstorm and only admits him into the monastery when he has stripped himself completely naked and spent several days squatting in a peat bog.

Jennie, it was clear, was a natural.

When she raised her head after a long interval, it was to suggest that we all say a prayer of her own composition. Each of us stood and took the other’s hand. The raw discomfort of personal contact simultaneously bonding us together and causing us to loathe the very sight of our opposite. Several people were clearly deeply unhappy with the partners with which coincidence had presented them. Shifting one’s position in the circle was, of course, impossible by this time. It would be an unequivocal statement of rejection which, in the face of all these watching eyes, would probably cause irreparable damage to the recipient.

People, generally speaking, only refrain from being cruel out of shame. This is, I suppose, one of the advantages of collectives.

Not that this motley collection that constituted ourselves was anything but a cursory attempt. A brief and barely comprehensible sketch of a collective. Nonetheless, there we were, all of us in each other’s hands and in the hands of Jennie Ruptha, who, for the first time that evening, smiled something that resembled an expression of genuine happiness and contentment.

The smile, through sheer chance, fell on Riverrain, who blushed so intensely that the crimson could be glimpsed under her layers of whiteface. Those paying close attention no doubt also saw the indulgent expression of compassion and affection which crossed Jennie’s face and allowed Riverrain to regain her composure without public remonstrance. It was a generous act on Jennie’s part. If her hair had caught fire and burned the top of her scalp to a black crispy mane of bubbled flesh I doubt Riverrain could have been more embarrassed. There are certain people who retain a default position of embarrassment. An all purpose capacity for mortification. It has only one setting, and eliminates completely the possibility of embarrassments of varying magnitude. It is, I suppose, a fairly effective defense mechanism. Although it contains, of course, the ever present threat of profound overreaction. The inevitable price, I suppose, presented by the possibility of indifference to infinitely more horrendous traumas.

With this momentary expression of compassionate exchange finished with, Jennie bowed her head and spoke in an assumed baritone drawl. Her prayer was as follows:

Josef, grant us the wisdom to perceive the present, to erase the past, and to bring a more beautiful and united future. Give us the strength to change and to commit change. Make a gift of your wisdom to those of us who believe and want to believe. Heal those of us in pain. Feed those of us who are hungry. Make peaceful those of us who are at war within ourselves. Make one the world and the world one. Amen.

After we had all intoned the benediction in a low, somewhat dissonant drone, there were smiles on all the faces and a profound look of peace in several sets of eyes. People shook hands, exchanged numbers, made brief conversation, and then left with their heads held slightly higher than when they came. A few took their exit together, their heads turned towards each other in energetic conversation.

I took my leave alone, to return to my studies and my twin unknowns. As I did, I paused in the doorframe and looked back.

There, under the migrainic fluorescent lights, were Jennie, the bespectacled man, and a smiling Riverrain, their mouths moving swiftly and their heads nodding in obvious and total consensus.

Chapter Five

The blueprints appeared on 22 May 2001. They were uploaded from an unknown IP address and consisted of two .jpg files of particularly high resolution. Two photographs appeared twenty-four hours later.

The blueprints showed an oblong object in three sections, each divided from the other. The front section, which sat at the top of the sketch, was the cockpit or a variation thereof. The second contained the two micro-singularity generators and the plutonium based power source which was divided from the cockpit section by a lead barrier of considerable width and stamina. The back section was an exhaust chamber or sorts, but rather than venting the radioactive waste from the vessel the chamber apparently stored it in isometric tubes at a temperature of negative 562 degrees Celsius so as to avoid any possible contamination. The notes at the bottom of the image claimed that the vessel’s waste product was slight in comparison to its output and the material was reused when the vessel returned to its initial time period. The entire structure was roughly the size of an average four-door automobile.

The blueprints were, of course, largely unintelligible to the layman and thus caused only a slight consternation among those who were eagerly awaiting new revelations. The possibility of micro-singularity generators and the practical implications of liquid nitrogen storage tubes for plutonium byproducts were issues of interest only to specialists and the professionally skeptical.

Because of this, it was the photographs that drew the most concentrated and sustained attention.

The first purported to show the control panel and pilot’s seat of the vessel. It resembled a car dashboard and was a light navy blue. The control stick, or what appeared to be a control stick, was covered with yellow and black stripes. It is a well known fact that the most striking of all color combinations is that of black on a yellow background. There appeared to be no window, windshield, portal, or other means of viewing the outside world directly. The size of the “cockpit” was impossible to gauge due to the lack of any reference for scale. If one judged its dimensions by comparison to the blueprints, however, it appeared to be considerably smaller than the cockpit of an average jet airplane. None of the screens, dials, buttons, or other assundry diodes and unknown switches were alight or in the process of manipulation, so the general effect was one of surprising banality. One could easily be looking at the dashboard of a small car.

It was the second picture which was truly astounding.

It also showed the cockpit of the vessel, but this time it was only background, and glimpsed through an opening in the side of the vessel which seemed to be the means of entrance. In the foreground was an unidentified hand which protruded from a navy blue sleeve. It was wrapped in a thick woolen glove of a distinctive matte black coloration. The gloved fingers gripped a small, flashlight sized object.

The object emitted a long stream of red light, clearly translucent, which shone into the interior of the vehicle. As it crossed the threshold of the vehicle’s hull, it bent in a slow arc until it was a monochrome rainbow disappearing at the bottom of the frame.

Underneath the photograph was the following text:

This demonstrates the effect of the artificial micro-singularity generators on a beam of light. The hand is my own.

I cannot express the degree to which this single photograph annihilated any possibility of anything except objective, absolute truth in the minds of everyone who saw it. For the first time, Josef6 was corporeal, concrete, ecstatically alive. He had stopped being a cipher and had become a disembodied hand. And not only a hand. A hand capable of manipulating light itself. Of moving the primordial creations of nature according to his will. That simple phrase, those tiny words, elegantly plain, made for us a world: The hand is my own. A collective, electronic gasp burst across the binary synapses. Here was the unmoving hand and the bending wave. The very particles of the universe bowed before Josef6.

They were, at last, convinced.

They had appeared convinced before. They had acted as if convinced. They had written as if convinced. They had worn the masks of true believers. But this belief, in truth, was an expression of hope. An expression of love. They needed the belief because they feared their unbelief. They lived in terror of the emptiness without faith. Their gods had all abandoned them. Here was the promise of a fresh revelation. Impossible to disappoint, because it promised so little. Promised, at best, apocalypse itself. Here was hope without risk, love without pain, worship without death. Where and how far could they go? Only as far as the binary ether would take them. Only to the borderless hinterlands of the virtual itself. In the virtual was the possibility of infinite masks and infinite revelations. Of infinite mes blasting out into the unknown. Seen by a billion anonymous eyes. Recognized by no one. They were on the same sea as Josef6. They sensed that he had made himself extraordinary by announcing himself as extraordinary. There was no proof required to be extraordinary. There can be no proof of the extraordinary. There mere fact of the eyes, of those watching and reading billions who knew and knew not simultaneously, was enough. A billion minds in simultaneous cognition of something. The cognition was real. Undeniable. Impassable. Concrete.

And yet. And yet there was always the knowledge that madness can speak. That men can hear madness and become mad themselves. Humans can share their dreams as easily as they can share their waking life. Another’s brazen windmills become the arching passion of a multitude. The Holy Grail. The Philosopher’s Stone. The Unspeakable Name of God. The Voynich Manuscript. Truths buried under avalanches of time and memory. They were tortuous because of their possibility. Because of their discreet promise of their opacity, their resistance to touch, the dusty odor of the lost thing. Could this too be lost forever? Could this too be another promise which would be buried in a tomb of no one’s making? Except this time the sediments would be made not of dust and sand and time and death, but of the inchoate pulses of information which formed the surface of the invisible world. Time had stopped. Ages now passed in a microsecond. A single transistor held wisdom greater than all the libraries of Alexandria. The quest, once lost, would be impossible to find again. Under sands, there is the possibility of a momentary shift in the wind and the firmament. The chance movement of tectonic powers that pushes the past up through the ruins and into the unforgiving light. There to be dissected, reduced and reappropriated for a separate, heretical age. But this. There was no hope for this. It was here for this moment, for this instant in the global deluge of pixels and codes. A moment lost, and it was gone forever. A thousand times more fragile and weightless then the most ancient of artifacts. Such was the threat, the menace that existed behind their desperate hope for Josef6. Their despairing, tender belief in his purity and the beauty that sprang from his purity. He was virtual, and thus, not mortal. He was more delicate than flesh. If he left them, there would be no bones, no remains, no marker to proclaim his passing. Everything would be lost. And they needed him to tell them that it was not so. That there was weight behind their exultations. That somewhere there was a body with arms, with hands, with fingers that could wear sleeves and wrap themselves in black gloves. A creature who, like them, required protection and disguise. A creature who manipulated machines and allowed machines to manipulate him. A creature who was opaque, and reflected light, and was resistant to touch. Here, in the digital mosaic, they finally saw him.

There were a few doubters, still. They came and went early. They noted that the photos in and of themselves proved nothing. The objects glimpsed in the cockpit indicated no specific use and could easily have been constructed of spare parts. The hand with its bending light could be doctored with the greatest of ease. There was no point in belaboring the issue. The evidence presented was simply no evidence at all. It was of no scientific value and was therefore worthless. They had many questions for Josef, but thus far he had declined to provide any substantive answers. They would reserve judgment and maintain their skepticism.

They were almost entirely ignored.

The most popular reaction to the new postings was, as usual, typified by jennieruptha.

Oh. My. God.

Prettycrazygirl responded in kind.

Ditto.

Even the relatively sober eekthecat was thunderstruck.

Wow. Well, all I can say is that if this is a fake it’s the best I’ve ever seen. I’ve always said we should wait and see what Josef has to show us. Looks like he has.

Survivor69 went directly to the source.

Ok, Josef, you sold me. All I want to know now is what your specific recommendations are regarding survival in the conditions of your time period and a vague idea (no specific dates necessary) of how long we have to plan and prepare. I know you mentioned problems with potable water supplies and the need for subsistence farming skills, but that’s got to be just scratching the surface. I don’t think you’ll be violating your ethics if you help a few fellow human beings to maintain their existence in the face of what’s coming.

There was no immediate reply. Wwj6d45, clearly already an avid fan, was on hand to fill the gap.

I’ve been studying all of Josef’s previous posts, and I really don’t think we should be demanding anything of Josef right now. He’s taking a big chance showing us this stuff and I’m sure he’s watching our reactions and thinking about whether to contact us again. I think it’s obvious from his prior communications that there is something much bigger going on here than just friendly exchange of information and the search for an old computer chip. I think ewallis was on the right track, but we can’t know that for sure yet. Maybe Josef is here just to find out about the past, but it looks to me like he’s recruiting. He’s trying to find the right people to entrust with the knowledge of what’s going to happen in the future and how to prevent it from happening. Now, he’s mentioned some pretty heavy things, but he hasn’t given us much detail or any real advice on how to deal with it. I think he’s throwing this information out there to find out who he can trust and who can handle it in a mature, open-minded, creative way. He’s looking for people who will be able to UNDERSTAND and MAKE USE of this information. Hang tight, guys! Its gonna be interesting!

Ewallis was magnanimous in victory.

Thanks for the kudos, ww! I hope were both right! Even if we aren’t, just being able to interact with Josef and see these amazing images is reward enough!!!

Bourbonstreet5 was not satisfied.

I share everyone’s happiness and excitement about this incredible stuff we’ve just been handed, but this is no time for sitting down and waiting!!! We’ve just been given THE DEFINITIVE PROOF people!!! We can’t ask for anything more! We KNOW that what Josef has been revealing to us is a very real and possible future for us and this planet! We ALSO KNOW that we have very limited time to act on this information!!! Political and social change is a slow process. I’ve been in the activist game for years and you have to start early and KEEP AT IT to get anything done. We have to START NOW, with what little we have, and let Josef guide us as his communications (hopefully!!!) continue. If we sit on our asses and do nothing, we’ll be sending our world right to the place that Josef is trying to steer us away from!!! We know we have to make a change and the change must begin with US!!!!!!!!!!

Bourbon’s impassioned plea did not fall on deaf ears. Although Josef6 himself remained, for the moment, silent, jennieruptha picked up the gauntlet within forty-eight hours.

This is a message for any and everyone who wants to meet and discuss Josef and his message. A group of us from the San Francisco area are getting together at six o’clock on Friday evening at…

Here the name of a local YMCA was mentioned.

…in order to meet, organize, and put together a plan of action. All people who are interested and concerned about Josef’s message are invited. We hope to see as many of you as possible!
Love,
Jennie
WWJ6D

And that, of course, is how all the trouble started.

Chapter Four

The first image consisted of a series of interlocking lines arranged in spiral formation around two isosceles triangles which met at their lower right and left corners, creating a tetrahedron. It bore some resemblance to Hindu fertility symbols. Underneath, Josef6 had written:

This is my military insignia. It is standard issue for all officers involved in time displacement missions. I will post again shortly.
Josef6.

For roughly twelve hours, there was only a stunned silence, as fingers paused on keyboards and eyes stared in attempted cognition of the enigmatic lines and bizarrely simple but nonetheless disconcerting angular formations.
Jennieruptha was the first to seize the moment.

I think this clearly has some kind of spiritual significance. The triangle, as Whitley Strieber has written, is one of the most ancient symbols in human mythology, and has represented the idea of balance and integration since the beginning of time. The square formed by the interlocking lines would seem to indicate stability or creativity being a product of balance, and the outgoing, curvaceous lines would indicate an outgoing creative force. There is a strong feminine aspect to the lines because of their curves, which echo ancient fertility statues from the pre-patriarchal era of human civilization. Josef may be indicating to us that, even in the military, the age in which he lives has developed a greater appreciation of the feminine and the ideal of wholeness.

Prettycrazygirl answered in kind.

Wow. Jennifer is definitely on to something. I really want to say something important, though. Whatever Josef’s mission may be, we need to be respectful and patient about how we react to it. I think all the posters here make some really good points, except for the close minded trolls we should all be smart enough the ignore. If Josef is here for some motive he hasn’t revealed to us, that’s his business and not ours. He has responsibilities we can’t even begin to understand. He’s already given us some pretty reasonable limits on what he can tell us and there may be other pressures on him that he chooses to keep for himself. We should all remember that Josef is a guest here and we need to treat him like one. I’m sure that when the time is right, he’ll tell us whatever we need to know. If he really is trying to help us avoid his future, he’ll give us the information we need when we need it. I agree with eek, everyone needs to chill out a little bit and be respectful!

Saintmobius chose another subject.

I want to say something real quick about jennie’s comment. As a professor of syntactic structures I do a lot of work on the basic underpinning symbologies involved in primitive art and languages. Her statements about the triangle are true, to an extent, but while the triangle is one of the most basic shapes in human history, it is not the only one. The circle, for instance, appears somewhat earlier. However, the equation of the curve with the feminine is not necessarily uniform. The cave paintings at Tertaux, for instance, use the curve to indicate the legs of horses and the bending of the hunters bow. In the same way, the triangle can represent the traditional arrowhead or spearhead. In other words, the attribution of a feminine essence to the symbol in question is not necessarily accurate. The use of the triangle and the curved lines could just as easily be basic symbols of the warrior ethos. This seems very likely due to Josef’s open admission that the symbol is military in nature. More to the point, the return to basic primitive symbology would seem to be likely given the post-apocalyptic nature of the future Josef describes. I’m afraid that masculine domination of the psycho-social paradigm is quite typical of primitive societies, which would be the paradigm of a society which has broken down socially and technologically.

Jennieruptha was quick to take exception.

“saint” mobius is typical of the patriarchal revisionism that destroyed the feminine essence of the original human societies. Apparently, the very possibility of a return to the feminine after the inevitable self-destruction of the patriarchal system is too much for some men to handle. Everything about the society which Josef describes, the return to subsistence farming, the lack of a central power structure, the end of mass, corporate industry, indicates that the structure of domination on which patriarchal power and oppression bases itself has been destroyed and a return to a Gaianic principle of Mother Earthism has taken its place. Maybe “saint” should try to be a little more open minded before he shoots his mouth off.

This was more than saintmobius could take.

I’ve gotten used to being abused by self-appointed internet pontificators. I was expecting something a little better from a forum such as this. We’re all involved in a guessing game here and there’s no need for abuse on the part of anyone. All I did was state my opinion on an issue in which I some expertise. I’m sorry if this offends you, but that’s really not my problem.

Prettycrazygirl was determined to keep the peace.

OK guys! Chill out! Isn’t it up to Josef to tell us what all this means? On his own schedule??? I think jennie’s take is really cool, but I don’t KNOW if its true or not, and neither does mobius or anyone else. The only thing we can do is wait for Josef to clarify things. Lets try and keep our heads together people! This is something of historical significance and we’re not going to figure it all out in one day.

Jennie took exception.

That is such typical submissive-female bullshit. Some guy comes in and shoots his mouth off and all you can do is lie down and take it. You probably love being date-raped too.

Mobius:

Are you comparing me to a rapist?

Jennie:

You ARE a rapist!!! Reactionary patriarchists like you are the reason that the female principle has been ignored and erased in establishment anthropology and linguistics. Your phallicism has not only led to the genocide of matriarchy but to war, oppression and the rape of this planet’s natural resources!!! Josef is trying to tell us that a better future is possible and of course that’s just TOO much for you to take! The violence of penetration expresses itself in every facet of patriarchal anthropology and your attempted rape of Josef’s message is no different!!!!!

Saintmobius did not reply. Nor did he ever post again on the TimeLords site. Discussion of the gender implications of Josef6’s post effectively ended. Josef himself did not comment. The possible conclusions to be drawn from the symbological syntax of the image was, however, taken up by bourbonstreet5.

Jennieruptha has brought up something very important. I think we can use the general information given to us by Josef along with the symbol in question to draw certain inferences about the time period in question and how we can help to prevent it. Obviously, this will not necessarily help us to change our own timeline, as Josef has pointed out. The problems of temporal displacement are obviously an issue about which our time period knows almost nothing and we won’t be able to deal with them without more information from Josef himself, should he choose to give it. However, IMHO, he’s actually given us quite a lot to work with. He’s told us, for instance, that the civil war here will be set off by a general nuclear exchange with China over Taiwan. Obviously, this is a major issue RIGHT NOW, in this time period. Accordingly, those of us who have been made aware of the implications of this issue by Josef can lend out time and energy to PREVENTING hostilities between us and China over the issue of Taiwan. The peace movement is already on top of this one, but they don’t know what we know. Our knowledge, whether we want to reveal its source or not, gives us an edge that others lack. WE KNOW what the stakes are! WE KNOW what will happen if we fail to prevent war between the US and China on this issue!!! What this means is that WE CARE MORE THAN EVERYONE ELSE!!!! In politics, caring about the issue is the most important thing. The great enemy of political change is apathy, and we know -- thanks to Josef -- that we can’t afford apathy.

Jennieruptha was gracious in victory.

Thanks bourbon! Its nice to see a smart male in this forum for a change.

Here, she typed in a smiley face.

I’m totally with you on the advantage that Josef has given us in revealing these things. Makes you think it might not be a coincidence, doesn’t it? Well, time (wink wink) will tell…

A new arrival, survivor69, went even further.

I don’t know about you all, but I think there’s a lot more here than just macro-political issues. There’s a lot we can do on a local, even personally level. Like the song says, “inch by inch, row by row.” We don’t have to influence geopolitics to make a serious change in the world. It has to begin with us. For instance, Josef talks about the return to subsistence farming. Well, that’s something anyone can do! Up where I am, all our food is grown in our greenhouse, totally organic, without any dependence on the agribusiness corporations that are destroying the world and -- as Josef tells us -- will eventually be destroyed themselves. Josef also mentions that the biggest problem in his time period is a lack of potable water. So, start stocking up people! I’ve been storing the water from our well in a sealed cellar for over ten years. If you start now, you can put together a supply that can last you for years. Which isn’t to mention what you can do if you build a distillation apparatus to distill rainwater. It’s easy and requires no electricity if you use natural compounds like phosphorus and zinc. Another thing: think about the implications of what Josef has told us in regards to the economic system. Obviously, nuclear war is going to seriously shake up the stock market. So cash out now, people!!! What’s the safest place to put your money? Gold! Gold has been a means of exchange since the beginning of civilization. Its easy to store and it cant degrade. Sell the 401K and invest in Kruegerrands. And even if all monetary exchange breaks down, you’ll still have the food in your greenhouse and the water you’ve stored to barter with. That’s survival, people! There’s no time to waste!

Jennieruptha, once again, took exception.

While I’m in complete solidarity with the previous posters re: peace and organic farming, I’m not sure this is the true interpretation of Josef’s message. If Josef’s only intention was to get us to change our politics or our behavior, he wouldn’t have sent us this beautiful, enigmatic symbol. I think Josef is trying to influence our consciousness. He’s trying to get us to think about the future on a spiritual level, so the corrosion of our souls which caused all the death and chaos in his time can be healed. The only real way to change humanity and the future of humanity is on a spiritual level. Josef is not talking to us about organic farming, that’s just a detail. He’s trying to tell us about he feminine wholeness of all things. The birth-giving essence of the earth and ourselves as children of the earth. If we allow ourselves to heal spiritually, we won’t have to worry about the details.

Prettycrazygirl was deeply moved.

Wow! I think I get why you were so angry before. Your beautiful post just makes me wish that the president and all the generals and governors could read Josef6’s message and come to the kind of understanding you’re talking about. I never realized that in all the doom and gloom that Josef is talking about, its really a message of hope! I mean, if there wasn’t any hope, why would he bother to talk to us at all??!

Josef6 had become hope.

Chapter Three

It was during the second year of writing my graduate thesis on the history of the Voynich Manuscript that Josef6 made his appearance.

The Voynich Manuscript is an obscure anomaly in the history of human literature. Tentatively dated to the early 14th century, it is an illuminated codex written in an unknown and thus far indecipherable script. Despite seven centuries of obsessive effort on the part of linguists, cryptographers and expert medievalists, the manuscript remains a complete enigma. Theories ranging from micro-writing to substitution ciphers to artificial alphabets concealing a known scholarly language such as Greek and Latin have been posited and discarded. But not a single word or letter of the five hundred page document has revealed itself. With only the strange and often crude illustrations to go by, most researchers believe the book to be a codex of botany or medieval herbalism. This conclusion is suggested by the copious depictions of plants and flowers. Some of them containing real or mythical medicinal properties. Why a seemingly innocuous guide to seven hundred year old fauna should be hidden behind a unique and incomprehensible series of signs remains a complete mystery.

To cross from one enigma to another is not a difficult feat, but it was more complicated than the simple fascination with mystery so common to the human mind. I saw in Josef6 a creature of an identical nature to the one I was seeking. For months I had pictured the writer in my mind. The unknown writer of the Voynich Manuscript. This strange, virtual figure, crouched over his parchment, quill in hand, his face and body a mere collection of shadows. Slowly forming the signs that he alone, of all the men who have ever walked the earth, would ever understand. A haunting vision. Not because of its mystery, but because of its one aspect which was devoid of mystery: he did exist. Someone had known. Some hand had formed those inscrutable letters. One man, this unknown author, had known the secret, and he had chosen to torture seven centuries of other men by revealing it only in the act of concealing it forever. I had long since dismissed the theory that the script was nothing but a meaningless babble. I knew that its regularity, its recurring symbols, its careful rendering upon the page, could only be the product of meaning. A meaning that fascinated us because to us it meant nothing.

Yes. I admired him. I admired his courage and his probable madness. The barely comprehensible urges that must have driven his extraordinary act. And as the events of the present began to unfold, this object of my fascinated admiration began to be replaced by the equally unknowable image of Josef6. A cipher replaced a cipher. Their only differentiation was time. A differentiation that was also a perfect irony.

They were not, of course, identical. Josef6 was hidden in plain sight. He admitted everything. The only question was whether he existed at all. he was equal and opposite to my unknown author, of whom nothing could be certain except his existence. Nonetheless, it was the same intrigue. Someone was there, hunched over his keyboard, concealed behind digitized letters. Was I dreaming him too? It was impossible. Because the words were there. And here, the words, the script, the signs, were instantly comprehensible. The only unknown was the author. The author I could not stop dreaming.

I began to frequent the TimeLords message board, hoping for more glimpses, more reactions, more believers and disbelievers. The process of seven hundred years, the very object of my study, was recurring before my eyes at the requisite hyper-speed of the digital, global, virtual age. There were skeptics, cynics, heretics, flagellants, chiliasts and true believers. I was watching a mystery in action. I was privileged to witness and to wait patiently for the inevitable moment when the mysterious reaches terminal velocity and violates the very fabric of the world.

I did not expect that the phenomenon would reach beyond the realm of the virtual. When it did, I realized, to my surprise, that it was not only my dream, but the dream of millions of others. A shared dream. A collective unconscious conscious only of Josef6.

This was a true phenomenon of the mass age. The immediate and total fragmentation of information into complete and yet dissonant parts. Josef6 was a grenade waiting to explode in the midst of an invisible crowd. Shards of him embedded in the translucent surface. They were left shining for the seekers to discover, to receive, to contemplate, to grasp and refashion at their will. The exegesis of Josef6 became it own event, separate and independent of its unknown creator.

The first sign that the thing had become an entity of its own was the t-shirts. I have a permanently non-submersible memory of walking down a busy city street and seeing a young girl wearing a white shirt on which were emblazoned the letters: WWJ6D? On the back was scrawled the cumbersome phrase, spelled out in letters large enough for a child to read: What Would Josef6 Do?

What? Why? Who? How? All such questions pertaining to the phenomenon were impossible for me to answer. I knew only that it had occurred and was occurring. Somehow, Josef6 had passed from the beleaguered status of cipher-prophet and become some manner of deus abscondus -- an absent god. A narrator who hides his face. The proof was in the phrase itself, WWJ6D, lifted directly from the lexicon of evangelist exultation: WWJD, What Would Jesus Do? The temptation of the identical initials was nothing compared to the temptation of identical phenomena. Only a single letter required enumeration. Small variations are cheap and easy to produce, but the threshold must be reached before they are even conceived. The thing had somehow become a statement of faith.

There is an essential distinction in that small enumeration. It was clear at first sight. The division was that between the obscure and inscrutable, between prophecy and transubstantiation. The infusion, and then the annihilation, of the flesh by the divine.

Because Josef6 required no resurrection. He was already something like a spirit. He had no face. No body. No voice. He had only words. He was only words. There is no great distance between words and The Word. There were so many who were exhausted by words. They dreamed instead of The Word, and with it an end to words. They had nothing to lose. They decided to take a chance.

The essential attribute of any god is strategic silence. The divine must hide its face to avoid become part of this firmament. The faceless author of the Voynich Manuscript was immune to mockery. We could curse his name, but our hate only magnified his power. Our frustrated loathing was the source of his immortality. He was safe forever. Gods are nothing more than unnamed authors. Like a god, we could know only what he was not. He was not illiterate. He was -- in all likelihood -- not an aborigine huntsman. He was not a crysthanthemum. From the side of not, from the wasteland of negation, the possibilities were endless. Infinite. It was into this infinite that the vermin swarmed.

He must have known. Because Josef6 did not speak again for over a month. During this time, traffic on the TimeLord’s discussion board quadrupled. A new web server was installed to avoid a full scale systems crash. As should have been expected, people began to take sides.

Those who believed Josef6 a fraud were a distinct minority from the beginning. The epic schisms took place between the believers. The most passionate of these was between those who believed Josef6 to be hiding the nature of his true mission and those who believed him at face value. The primary spokesman for the former, ewallis_heins explained:

Clearly, Josef is not just some poor grunt sent back through time to find an obscure microchip. That may be his cover story, but think about it: why would a society that has mastered time travel be incapable of just debugging its own computers? That’s certainly a smaller task than mastering the quantum output of micro-singularities. C’mon people, think!!! Why give us so many details about the future in the first place?? Why tell us about the disasters of the future when he could be explaining the nuts and bolt of time travel??? He’s trying to warn us!!!! And why here? Why now? Personally, I don’t buy all that bullshit about his family and wanting to spend time with granddad. This is his mission priority!!! He’s here to follow orders! And those orders are to make an attempt -- only an attempt -- to prevent us from making the mistakes in this timeline that caused all the bad shit in his timeline. Isn’t that the first thing you would do in a post-apocalyptic society if you discovered time travel? Try and prevent all the bad shit from happening?! For all we know, theres thousands of these guys crawling around the multiverse or the time spectrum or whatever the hell it is!

There was an almost immediate response from prettycrazygirl.

OK, ewallis, calm down… I know you’re excited, but take a valium and try to relax. Nothing you say makes any sense. First of all, it would violate everything Josef has told us about his mission parameters, which he seems to believe in very strongly. Not to mention that the chances of actually affecting our timeline, according to Josef’s own description of how time travel actually works, would be very small. And why is it so difficult to believe that a small computer glitch could cause huge problems? Chaos theory! Ever heard of it? You know, the butterfly effect! Y2K! And what is so weird about wanting to be with your grandfather? Just because you have a lousy relationship with your family doesn’t mean everybody does!!

The speed with which the virtual became the personal was typical of the medium. As was the inherent presence of severe grammatical error. Response, of course, was quick in coming.

Well, obviously your more crazy than pretty, if you aren’t some fifty year old transvestite getting his jollies.

Which elicited an equally swift reaction.

Nice, ewallis, really nice. Maybe you should answer some of my questions instead of describing your fantasies to us.

The voice of reason was sounded by eekthecat.

Play nice, kids! There’s no need for personal insults. Lets remember that we don’t have enough information yet to reach any conclusions about Josef or his mission. Lets try and hold off the craziness until we know some things for sure. Personally, I think youre both right. Josef may have been sent back on a relatively routine mission, but he obviously has some emotional need to contact us. I don’t buy the whole “curiosity” excuse either. Maybe on some level, subconscious perhaps, he is trying to warn us about the troubles of his time period so we can prevent them from happening. That’s what I’d do if I was in his place. And he’s trying to do it in a way that doesn’t violate his mission parameters or his military obligations. Let’s try and keep some perspective on this until all the facts are in.

The only truly dissenting voice belonged to drmuskrat_md.

I think its amazing that I’m the only one here with the guts to say that this guy is obviously some wingnut whos taking you all for a ride.

This post met with remarkably little notice, except a short missive from jennieruptha

Lets do our best to ignore the trolls, shall we? Kiss kiss.

Jennie’s advice was taken to heart, and the debate continued on mostly civil terms until 10 January, when the images began to appear.

Chapter Two

If he was real, Josef6 was a fascinating individual. If he was fake, he knew his audience. He gave the people what they wanted. He diversified. He multitasked. He was something or someone to everybody who haunted the late night chat rooms and message boards in search of contact. The anarchists and libertarians loved the decentralized, syndicalist society he described. Environmentalist radicals adored the idea of an end to industrial society, particularly in the realm of agriculture, and Josef6’s apocalyptic scenario only confirmed their deeply held belief that industrialism would eventually cataclysmically destroy itself. The new-agers and the neo-hippies -- even some of the paleo-hippies -- found their fondest prayers answered by the post-apocalyptic vision of a communal, earth based existence free of the social confines and alienation typical of the era. Although Josef6 did not explicitly pander to their sexual libertinism, it was nonetheless assumed. The amateur scientists and physics freaks were intrigued to the point of physical anguish by the vague references to micro-singularities and the impossibility of temporal paradox. References which aroused their fondest technological yearnings and their unwavering faith in scientific progress. The vague hints being laid before them like so many crusts of bread in the dark forest were just possible enough. There was, in other words, hope and mystery enough for all. For the technological and the anti-technological. The anarchist and the progressive. The humanist and the misanthrope. For the lover of nature and the lover of science’s conquest of nature. For the moralist and the libertine. The puritan and the nihilist. All that was required was a certain dissatisfaction, a certain content with things as they are. Once given, they all found themselves in Josef6. In the tale of Josef6. In the reality of Josef6. In the Josef6 they created in their own image. The Josef6 possessed only by them. there was no other Josef6. Not until the next words appeared at the will of the cipher. The ghost in the electronic architecture. The architecture and Josef6, the ritual that demanded Josef6, were one and the same.

It was this virtual ubiquity, this totality of identities, of appealing, erotic selves that enraptured so many, that was the strongest proof of Josef6’s reality. The idea of a character, a counterfeit, a lie, the false creation of some unknown artisan could possibly arouse such desperate and divergent passions among so many, was unthinkable. Fakes are monotone, monochromatic, unmoving. They speak from a single facet of their creator’s self: the will and desire to lie. The great characters of literature, Don Quixote, Sherlock Holmes, Hamlet, are aggressively singular. They bear only one face. Sometimes only a single word or two: tragic madness, genius, indecision. Josef6 displayed a contradictory, chaotic series of appearances that could only be that of a living human being.

That this assumption was fundamentally mistaken was immediately obvious to me. It presumed something obviously false: that human beings are inherently complicated. In fact, it was the very complexity of Josef6 that hinted most strongly that he was a fraud.

In his favor, however, was the inherent plausibility of the science underlying his tale. Unlike previous claimant Chester Bernstein, who made a mockery of the Buckley-Fermati paradox and thus revealed himself as a second year physics student with delusions of grandeur, there were no immendiately recognizable flaws in the few tantalizing fragments of hard science offered by Josef6’s enigmatic communiqués. The existence of micro-singularities had already been proven and the theoretical possibility of their artificial manipulation had developed largely along the lines Josef6 had described. His occasional references to temporal paradox were even more telling. The multiverse theory had been a topic of speculation for well over a decade in the field of cosmology, and was already pulling ahead of its competitors as the most likely explanation for the apparently designed structure of an ostensibly random universe. The multiverse scenario was infinitely strengthened by the rising threat of a theological cosmology based around the concept of Intelligent Design. The possibility of infinite universes containing infinite variations on the basic laws of physics, many of them collapsing at the instant of their creation, annihilated by their own mathematical impossibility, existing, perhaps, for a micro-second before collapsing back into the void, comfortably negated the need for a Creator. Josef6 had raised a fascinating variation of the multiverse theory: that each of these infinitely variable universes would require its own infinitely variable series of futures, presents and pasts. The possibility of universes existing in minute variation from ours, so minute as to be barely distinguishable from our own, and the possibility of our multiple -- perhaps infinite -- existences on an infinite series of space-time variations, was an unprecedented but nonetheless inevitable conceptual leap forward. It hinted at a spectrum of universes and a quantifiable series of variations between them. The implication being that space-time could be crossed horizontally as well as vertically, it shifted the nature of the universe from one of light years to one of fractional differentiations in the temporal stream.

What gave this theory, and its anonymous theoretician, the erotic air of prophecy was its postulation of a knowable but nonetheless malleable future. Like Nostradamus, John of Patmos, and other prominent seers, Josef6 described a possible and even probably future with the essential caveat that it might not happen that way at all. Besides its obvious practical applications as a prognostitory insurance policy, this concession compromised the intoxicating seed of possible hope. Prophecies of apocalypse merely excite despair in one’s audience. And despair inevitably gives way to indifference. A reaction that no prophet can afford to entertain for very long. By inviting the possibility, in fact the inevitability of variation, Josef6 had ensured that his audience would pay close attention, and by paying this attention, to take their destiny into their own hands. The passive act of listening, of receiving, thus became an act of cosmic proportions. The first task of any messiah is to make himself indispensable.

To digress from theological pretensions, there were thoroughly practical reasons for the effectiveness of Josef6’s testimony. Political, regional and racial divisions had been growing in the United States for decades. The financial and psychological cost of supporting the aging baby boom generation was proving untenable. The environmental movement had been slouching towards apocalypticism since its inception, but the global warming issue was driving it to an increasingly desperate surety that the end times were approaching more swiftly than anyone had previously imagined. China’s growing economic power and its bellicosity on the issue of Taiwan was beginning to dominate the news media to the exclusion of all other international issues. Extremist militia movements were already well into their third decade of active organization, and despite their numerous divisions and sub-divisions, they overwhelmingly coalesced around the issue of state’s rights and resentment of an ever-larger and encroaching federal government. Millennial cults had somewhat died away after the uneventful passing of the year 2000, but the passion engendered by the essentially random and coincidental shift in the epochs of the Christian calendar still lay heavy on the neurotic capabilities of the zeitgeist. The atmosphere, in other words, was laden with secular apocalyptic and messianic pretensions of all kinds.

Josef6 would have been a footnote, or would simply never have existed at all, were it not for an entirely new and unprecedented form of human life: that of virtual existence. The internet, among is other attendant effects, reduced everyone and everything on it to a series of binary patters. Everything became virtual, that is, illusory, pixilated, distorted by the electronic veil. That which was real was real because it claimed to be real. Simply to exist at all in virtual terms required a suspension of belief. Given the nature of his chosen medium, Josef6 was as virtual and as real as anyone else. There was, in effect, no differential of the real within the shadow realm of the virtual ether. With one exception: there was at least the possibility that Josef6 was lying.

Chapter One

“The world will have become Tlon.”
-Jorge Luis Borges, “Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius”

Josef6 made his first posting on the TimeLords message board at 11:36am EST on 21 October, 2000. It read as follows.

Josef6: Hi! I am a time traveler from the 2075 who is currently residing in your era. I am interested in dialogue and virtual interaction with people from your time period. I would be happy to answer any questions you might have for me. I will post further details about my journey, as well as photos and schematics of my temporal warp vehicle, very shortly on this site. Thank you, Josef6.
P.S. For the purposes of anonymity, whose necessity I will explain soon, I am using the pseudonym Josef6. This is, in fact, my military designation, but this can have no meaning for you in your time period and therefore can be safely used. You may refer to me as Josef, Joe, Josef 6, Josef Six, Josef the Sixth, or any other non-abusive variation you choose. I hope our dialogue will be a fruitful one. J6.

Immediate reaction was subdued. This is understandable. The TimeLords had been conned before.

The site itself was founded in 1998 as a free, members-only forum for discussion of time travel related issues. The topic was much in the news at the time due to the recent publication of two papers by MIT physics professors F. Lawrence Graves and Cecil Martine that posited a theory of temporal paradoxes inherent in the singularity event horizon. The professors suggested that it was entirely plausible that manipulation of the energy emitted by black holes -- a phenomenon discovered by reknowned physicist Stephen Hawking -- could result in controlled distortions of the temporal place of space-time. On a theoretical level, this made time travel a practical endeavor, although the technology for such a manipulation did not currently exist and -- admitted the authors of the study themselves -- might never exist. Most intriguingly, however, the authors noted the theoretical exist of observable particles which existed at the event horizon of the singularity -- commonly known as the black hole -- which appeared to travel both forwards and backwards in time simultaneously. The observable presence of naturally occurring temporal paradox confirmed beyond any doubt that time travel could, on a theoretical level, be contained within the realm of currently understood physical laws.

Within six months of the paper’s publication, over a dozen time travel themed websites appeared. A few of them were academically oriented forums for professional physicists employed in academia and government service. They were rife with debate on the Heisenbergian implications of even horizon phenomena and Klepler’s unreliability on the question of quantum paradox, rendered in the mostly indecipherable scientific patois that was typical of specialists. The proliferation of dialects among the sciences was a lamented but little studied phenomenon of the late twentieth century. The multitude of Englishes proliferated to such an extent that entire academic disciplines had rendered themselves completely incomprehensible not only to the layman but to one another. This is, of course, a natural tendency of language, thought the demarcations were at this point, unlike in the past, based around regions which were, by definition, entirely virtual. That is to say, they did not, in fact, exist.

The laymen’s sites were diverse and, more often than not, highly colorful. They consisted of enthusiastic amateurs, a few highly talented science fiction enthusiasts, hobbyists, casual observers and, of course, assorted lunatics, hoaxers and frauds.

Of all the non-professional sites, TimeLords.com was the most non and the least professional. As a result, it was by far the most widely trafficked. Josef6’s choice of forum could, if one were credulous, be ascribed to the understandable desire of a man with a story to tell to seek out the widest possible audience to which to tell it. The other side of the proverbial -- that is to say, virtual -- coin was the aforementioned credulity, something at which the denizens of TimeLords.com were particularly adept.

The very name of the group indicated an outlook closer to science fiction than science the banal and factual. The peril of science fiction is that it attracts the worst kind of lunatics -- those prepared to believe not only their own delusions but each others. The frenzied construction of delusional architectures of thought is a fascinating talent, and one which reached its pinnacle in the late twentieth century. Combining the capacities of individual human creativity with the crystalline expansion typical of the collective. The relative size of the mutually agreed upon fantasy is generally parallel to its essential comprehensibility and clarity. The latter being generally the inverse of the former. The greater a delusion’s popularity, the more simple and, simultaneously, the more dissonant it becomes. As a rule, the affection towards a certain architecture of belief was equal to its capacity for madness. In that day and age, however, madness was a relative term, and most people had simply given up trying to define it.

One can blame Mister Einstein for that, if one wishes to, but the simple physical fact of time not existing in absolute terms should not blind us to the absolute nature Einstein ascribed to the speed of light. His relativity demanded an absolute barrier. The architectures of thought, sans barriers, absolutely, are always constructed ad hoc. As needed. There is really no one to blame.
TimeLords.com took its name from the designation of a popular science character who traveled forwards and backwards in time by means of an enormous vessel contained, thanks to dimensional relativity, in an English phone booth of mid-twentieth century vintage. Typically, this ironic joke, adopted as a result of budgetary restrictions, became an enduring trademark and hotly debated issue among fans. People will never lack the capacity to waste their time.

The first posted reaction to Josef6’s message was from elvira16, an insurance agent from Nebraska with a shocking case of eczema, who wrote:

i want to believe u. can you give us proof??? like can you predict an event that will happen soon??? will u post some details about your device???

Notice the use of the term “device” and not “time travel device” or the even more appropriate “time machine”. Like discussions of sex, the subject itself is almost never mentioned. It is far too painful.

The second post was from eekthecat, a forty-five year old unemployed English teacher from Wisconson who somewhat resembled his namesake in appearance. He wrote:

pls send description of life in the future. where r u from? wht is yr job? y ru here?

The third, posed anonymously, simply read:

who will win the bears-packers game next week?

What followed was a deluge of similar postings that almost crashed the TimeLords server. They included questions on global warming, near future etiquette, possible variations in the stock market and world currency rates, the progress regarding a cure for cancer and the unknown gamma ray output capacity of a quantum micro-singularity.

Josef6 knew the value of silence. Nothing more was heard from him for three days. Just as posts began to appear dismissing the whole affair, he chose to astound everyone.

Hello -- he wrote -- I’m amazed at the volume of response I’ve received. I guess I should have expected it. I’ll start with the most important questions first. Unfortunately, I can’t reveal my real name, but I can provide you with most of the essential details of my life. Since I won’t be born for another twenty years, they won’t mean anything to you in your time period.

I was born in 2022 in the Pacific Northwest, where my family still resides. In my native time period, I spend most of my time in Washington DC because of my military obligations. The world I live in and the America I live in are very different form yours. In 2012, America got involved in a shooting war with China over the issue of Taiwan. This eventually led to the deployment of nuclear weapons. As a result of the damage this caused, the American government broke down and a civil war broke out. Most of our major cities were destroyed, but its important to say that the Chinese suffered a great deal more than we did. There are now only five hundred thousand people living in China, if this gives you an idea of what I mean. The United States is also far more sparsely populated than it is in your time period, though the civil war has ended now and we are well into the process of reconstruction. The union has been reconstituted under somewhat different lines than before, with more power in the hands of state and local governments and less concentration on the role of the federal government. Electricity is widely available, but is now generated on small, local grids instead of large industrial power stations. Big corporations in general basically no longer exist. Industrial agriculture was largely destroyed in the nuclear exchange, so people grow their own food, sometimes on small cooperative farms. Our produce is completely organic, and this caused me a lot of problems when I first arrived in your time period. I can’t believe some of the things you put in your food! Unfortunately, the lack of potable water is a major problem due to the radiation, but we are making great strides in decontamination technology.

My device is a proto-singularity propulsion unit manufactured by the government in a plant in southern Virginia. I am not a physicist, but the theories of quantum micro-singularities are at the basis of its operation. I will post photographs as soon as I can. I can also provide basic interior blueprints, but I think they will be mostly incomprehensible to scientists of this time period. I am also happy to answer any technical questions you might have as best I can, but I have to emphasize that I am a soldier and not a scientist.

Obviously, I can’t answer all the questions posted here, but I will try to give some general, comprehensive answers. For those of you who asked about who will win the Superbowl or other sporting events: I have absolutely no idea. Memorizing fifty years of football statistics was not part of my mission training. For the same reason, I cannot answer personal questions such as when or how you will die or if you will win the lottery. I don’t see how this information would be of much help to you anyways.

As to the nature of my mission, I have been sent here to acquire a T-1175 microchip, originally manufactured by Bell Labs in the late 1960s for use on the Apollo moon lander. As a result of the war, the designs and specifications of this microchip were destroyed and its original designers are all deceased. This has had far-reaching and totally unforeseen consequences. The T-1175 was included in many of the first personal computers and was widely used by the government, especially by the Defense Department of your era. Much of this technology is still in use in my time period. However, due to a flaw in the original design, all T-1175s will crash in 2056, bringing all systems that use the chip down with them. Not unlike your Y2K bug. Since one of the imperiled systems is the US nuclear defense grid -- what’s left of it, anyways -- I was sent back to retrieve one of the original chips. The military scientists of my time believe that analysis of the original hardware will provide a solution to the problem. For this reason, my first jump was to the year 1977, in order to retrieve one of the original chips in the manufacturing phase. I have stopped in your time period for personal reasons, the nature of which I prefer not to disclose. I can say, however, that I have been spending a lot of time with my grandfather.

Some of you have raised the question of temporal paradox. Like, what if I went back in time and killed my own father? This is impossible due to the compound nature of space-time, a concept which I think is only beginning to be understood in this time period. Essentially, the theory of a multiple and divergent spectrum of possible time lines -- possible futures, if you like -- is correct. I don’t know this for a fact, but I believe that scientific thinking in my time period consider this spectrum to be essentially infinite. Your scientists’ current speculations about the “multiverse”, an infinite number of simultaneously coexisting universes, each with slight variations in their respective physical laws and their outcomes, is only the tip of the iceberg. This is one of the reasons why I am not worried about making contact with you or others in this time period. No matter what happens here, the “present” I return to will be essentially the same as I left it, with only minor variations due to the inherently unpredictable nature of the micro-singularity. The time period to which I will return will be only .00005 percent different from the one I left. The timeline you life out could be of infinitely greater variation. Obviously, there are many timelines which could be canceled out by temporal paradox, but since these would obviously cease to exist at the moment of paradox and be instantly replaced, they really aren’t a concern. In other words, its not like it is in the movies.

I look forward to continuing this exchange. I have always been curious about history and about life before the war. However, I am going to have to lay down a few ground rules. Call it the time traveler’s code of ethics. These rules are essential to safeguarding my mission and my military obligations, as well as the well being of me and my family. Some of them are also basic moral principles which I do not feel comfortable violating.

First, I will not give you any personal information about my family in this time period and I reserve the right to withhold whatever information I choose about my time period. Second, I will not give you predictions or any other information about possible near future events. As I said, giving out such information will not effect my timeline, but it could drastically effect yours, something which would violate my military oath of non-interference. Third, I will not give you any information to make you rich or otherwise increase your worldly position or material wealth -- so, no stock market tips, sorry. I consider such behavior unethical. Fourth, there may be scientific information about my device and its operation which I will be obligated to withhold from you. I ask you to respect these obligations.

Within these rules, I am ready to answer any and all questions you may have. I am not looking for money or fame, or even for you to believe me at all. I am interested only in satisfying my curiosity and, if you like, yours as well.

Thanks. Josef6.