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Falling

I have now edited this story, to answer some of the issues commentators brought up

I should have seen that coming". I bet everyone has said that at least once. Well, sometimes, you are better off not knowing. Take me for example.

Right now, its time for me to prepare for my death, since I will be gone in 4 hours. I am scared, but there isn’t anything I can do now. Free will is just an delusion.

I have always said so, and I have proof.

I think about my life. I am 21 years old and have a masters degree in Particle Physics. Both my parents are professors, my mom teaches Organic Chemistry, my dad Sociology. Not to brag, but they started accelerating my schooling in elementary. But nobody really guessed the truth, and I couldn’t tell them why I knew things no child should know.

The closet I came was once we were watching that Bill Murray move, “Groundhog Day” and I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t even tell them about the nightmare, the nightmare that will happen for real today.

I have always been afraid of heights, thanks to that nightmare of falling. I have been dreaming of that fall since I was a little girl, and this is the day I take the plunge. Why on earth would they put the lab on the top floor?

Not that I haven’t tried to avoid my fate, but I am helpless, just like everyone else. Even though my co-workers don’t agree with me, they would have to admit I am far from dumb. But there is always that unspoken qualifier, “smart, for a girl”.

Its one of life's ironies that some of the worst sexist pigs in the male gender are in the sciences. There are guys with lots of letters behind their name who can’t conceive of a woman with more than half a brain, and when you are in the sciences, looks actually count against you, so being pretty is actually a handicap. I don’t mean I would win beauty contests, but I don’t look like a dog, and that’s bad enough.

Socially, the situation is reversed. Men don’t mind beauty in a girlfriend, but there is something about a smart women that intimidates them. Not that I ever helped myself there, I was always too busy searching for a cure to my dilemma. There was always some new theory, some new book to read, rather than go out on a date.

I am not surprised they wouldn’t listen to me. Its going to take a disaster for them to understand, and then its going to be too late. I wish I could shoot the person who came up with the bright idea, but no such luck. I mean, time travel?

It should be impossible, but they found a loophole. You cant move matter, but energy is a different story. So they came up with the idea of sending a person’s consciousness back.

Maybe after the accident, people will see just how much of a mistake that was, but even if they do it will be too late for me.

Today is the big day, the day they try it.

I have dreamed of this day for so long, so many times, I can picture every part of the lab, every moment of the next couple of hours until the explosion throws me out the window, and trying to stop my fall I will grab the cord, and be caught up in the power the machine unleashes.

Now nothing should happen, the machine will be destroyed, but it will work anyway. I will be pushed back in time. I will wake up as my self as a small child. At first, I wont remember exactly what happened.

I will first think it’s the old cliché, of having your life flash before your eyes when you are about to die. Unfortunately, I will not be allowed to remain in ignorance for long, and I will realize what has happened, and then I will try and change my fate.

Then, I will find out that there is one thing about Time we only theorized about. We wondered if you could change anything. The answer is no. I am helpless, I cant do anything I didn’t do the first time around.

I am utterly trapped saying and doing things just like before. I wonder how many times I have been through this cycle? Can it ever really have been said to have a beginning, since it will not have an end, as far as I can tell? The snake eats its own tail, over and over.

My own life is become an endless loop, and I can never be free. I have tried so hard to do or say something, anything I didn’t say before, and failing. I literally cannot learn from my mistakes, but am forced to watch myself make them again and again and again.

Sometimes, I wish I could just not grab that cord, but of course, I have to. I am a puppet to my own past, and no matter what, the dance will continue.

One of the worst parts of what’s about to happen is I wont even be able to cry. In fact, I will smile as I go up to the lab, even while I am screaming and crying inside. If only something, anything would change!

If I were a religious person, I would pray to God for release, even for death. But I can not even change that. Some people believe God is beyond time, so maybe on one of these cycles he'll do it anyway.

I now must go inside the building, and made my way up to the top floor. Coming out of the elevator, I spot Dr. Marcos, who I have always had a bit of a crush on. As I know I have nothing to lose, I want to go over to him, and pinch him on the bottom, kiss him straight on the lips, and offer a quickie in the closet. But of course, I can't do that.

I wonder if he would also become trapped in the machines power, and if so, was he too in a loop like me? Then, I see one of the senior members of the team, Professor Bram.

I recall a conversation I had overheard the old man having with another young aide, and I really wish I can have gone over and told him just how ironic his statement had been when he had said. “I wish I could live my life over again . . . “

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I guess......

it depends on the life. As for mine, no way.
Hilltopper

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It all depends..

Well, Hilltopper, it is all very hypothetical of course, but i think that the worse thing about it would be not being able to decide something or do something differently from last time round.

Of course, for things to be really the same in a re-run or "time loop", one's state would need to be the same, so one would not be aware that this was a re-run and one would not know what would follow as a result of one's decisions, so being aware of this makes the second or third run different anyway!

Fun, isn't it?

Briar

Briar

Good, If the Premise Worked...

But why would she have written that story the first time around, before it happened? (Under the terms of the story, she wouldn't have been able to do it in later iterations.) Doesn't seem to be the kind of thing someone would write, as fiction, the night before a major experiment -- and even if it had been, the odds of her getting all the details right seem absurdly unlikely.

I can come up with two alternatives, but I can't make those work, either. One is that she's immune to the problem while she's in her room and/or at her computer. But in that case (assuming she can connect to the internet, or telephone out) it'd seem that she'd have plenty of ways to save herself, or at worst (in the immune-in-her-room scenario), to commit suicide and break the chain.

The other is that she'd "experienced" this as a premonition before the first time. But in that case she wouldn't have been feeling happy and carefree on her way there.

Did I miss something? Or is this just one of those classical cases (used by Poe and others) where we're supposed to overlook the point that the narrator isn't actually able to write the story we're reading?

Eric

I agree

Apparently it's not that unbreakable as it sounds to her.

As a possibility, while she can't do anything directly aganist the actions she has taken, she can alter nuances. For example, if in the first try she has written a chipper blog about it being the big day, now it's still a blog about the big day, and more, but it's different.

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One possibility...

She wasn't able to change anything that would prevent the accident from happening again, but the time stream was more lenient on things that would have no effect. Writing the letter would have no effect, because it would not be found until after the accident, so could not prevent the accident from occurring.

Of course it's obvious the information in the letter was no help; nobody was able to rebuild the machine and prevent the accident from happening, saving the poor woman. Because if they could prevent the accident, there'd be no letter...

Falling

Dorothy, you have written a most thought provoking story whose premise many an author has done in the past and is a conundrum that many scientist argue over

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