Right, first, time is an illusion. That's mathematics. It's simply how we perceive the fourth dimension. Okay, yeah? It's only our perception that's limited. The line of time is fixed, even as we travel up and down it. There's no past. No future. It just is. And nothing we do can change that.
[ a fatalist quantum physicist to the last. ]
Now, we're being moved up and down our fixed lines, intersecting with other lines, maybe, but still. We're not changing anything, otherwise you being here would preclude me from being here 'cause you'd warn us. Not possible, obviously. Paradoxical, even. [ his pace quickens. urgent. ] If we accept that we journeyed here purposefully or accidentally via a tunnel in spacetime, an intersection of distinct lines, we should be here. Stuck. Until we go back to our respective lines the same way we came in.
And yet — we are not stuck at this point, apparently. If Thor and Stark are blinking in and out of this reality, if twelve, anomalous people have already gone, [ including Miss Ives. his heart aches. ] then whatever technology brought us here could be malfunctioning. If there's an anchor, linked to whatever is in our chests, there's a problem with it. And if our presence here has somehow violated every law of the cosmos, changing our respective timelines or splintering off into other parallel timelines, we could blink out of existence at any moment. Gone.
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Right, first, time is an illusion. That's mathematics. It's simply how we perceive the fourth dimension. Okay, yeah? It's only our perception that's limited. The line of time is fixed, even as we travel up and down it. There's no past. No future. It just is. And nothing we do can change that.
[ a fatalist quantum physicist to the last. ]
Now, we're being moved up and down our fixed lines, intersecting with other lines, maybe, but still. We're not changing anything, otherwise you being here would preclude me from being here 'cause you'd warn us. Not possible, obviously. Paradoxical, even. [ his pace quickens. urgent. ] If we accept that we journeyed here purposefully or accidentally via a tunnel in spacetime, an intersection of distinct lines, we should be here. Stuck. Until we go back to our respective lines the same way we came in.
And yet — we are not stuck at this point, apparently. If Thor and Stark are blinking in and out of this reality, if twelve, anomalous people have already gone, [ including Miss Ives. his heart aches. ] then whatever technology brought us here could be malfunctioning. If there's an anchor, linked to whatever is in our chests, there's a problem with it. And if our presence here has somehow violated every law of the cosmos, changing our respective timelines or splintering off into other parallel timelines, we could blink out of existence at any moment. Gone.
[ basically ]