“I’m you. Version 054. I’ve been looping back for thirty years, trying to find the branch point. The night you decide to walk away from the radio. Don’t.”
The lights in the observatory flickered. The air grew heavy, like the moment before a thunderstorm. Then, from the main speaker array, a voice emerged. It was his own, but smoother, older, unburdened by hesitation. ure 054
The speaker crackled. Not with anger, but with a terrible, quiet resignation. “I’m you