To Bee or Not to Bee (4)

Seated upon a weathered bench nestled amidst the tranquil embrace of the college campus, Eun-Ji eagerly delved into the contents of the found notebook. Each page revealed a glimpse into Turner Kramer's innermost thoughts and musings, a testament to the enigmatic mind that had once inhabited the room she had just left behind. As she pored over the handwritten words, a sense of urgency pulsed within her veins, driving her forward in her quest to unravel the mysteries concealed within the cryptic pages before her.

Cramers Notebook:

“The past unfolds naturally from the present. We believe that the past leads to the present. But what of the Outsiders who can reach in and change the present? The cosmos insists upon a logical progression, so the past must change to account for the modified present. This change is a natural unfolding along the paths of least interference and resistance, and it uses up exactly the energy put into making the change to the present. Thus, the more the past must change to account for the modified present, the more energy is required by the Outsiders to make their desired changes.

A yesterday we can no longer remember was surely the present a short time ago, just as tomorrow will soon be a present in which we may not remember today. A different today entirely must exist for that tomorrow, and those of us in today are powerless to stop it.

Thus, the future is a disease that infects the present. There is no cure. The only solution is amputation. The energy reserves of the outsiders can be the only scalpel.

I have tapped the reserves. Finally. RaGley showed me. The scalpel is in my hands and the present can finally put an end to the future so that we can begin to build a shared past.

Forgive me.

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Eun-Ji had no idea what to make of the indiscernible scribbling at the end. Perhaps it was code and needed a cipher she thought.