Subject 1253, log entry 7/1/2009, iteration 10, 75% probability
“As soon as I got in, the first thing I noticed was the black walls, burnt out, remnants of the inhabitants forever charred on the walls that used to surround them. An eerie sight, as one can imagine, but I kept my cool. Moving forward, the kitchen roof was collapsed, the rubble was being cleared by a special crew. It was one of those modular kitchens, with every appliance that you want your guests to know you use. Moving on to the bedroom, the similar black walls greeted me. But the roof was intact, and had the blue colour, probably the original colour. Only one room left to check, the bathroom. The bathroom was unaffected by whatever incident took place in the other parts of the house. This was the place where Subject 1253 was found. I have no clue about this person apart from the designated title.
I moved out of the house into a mobile forensics lab. It was compact, but had equipment more advanced than I was used to. I unloaded my bag of all of the sample reports. A man dressed in a lab coat handed me 2 electron micrographs. I looked at them nonchalantly and put them aside. I looked around for a pen, while holding the primary report. Then it hit me. I looked back at the micrograph. The patterns reminded me of my childhood play toy. I also very faintly recognized the man in the lab coat. I tried calling someone by waving at the security camera. The man in the lab coat came in.
I asked him for his security clearance. He gave me his ID card instead, insisting that I didnt want to know what clearance he had. The name on the ID card made things more bizarre. I gave him his ID back, and returned to the micrograph, and he went back as well. I knew exactly what had happened. But I didnt want to tell the company. This was the breakthrough they were looking for, but having suffered the consequences, I didnt want this to continue.
Every 1st of July, my father used to lock me inside the bathroom. No matter how much I cried, pleaded, it wouldnt make a difference. But one year, he forgot that he had left the spare key inside the bathroom. I was smart enough to try any key on the door, and viola! it worked! As the door opened though, the curtain sheet flew out into the bedroom, and the whole bedroom looked like what I imagined hell to look like. And when it would stop burning, the bathroom would be the only place left untouched by the disaster. I would fall asleep on my own soon after this incident, and next day I would wake up, thinking it was a bad dream. But once I grew older, I began to connect the dots, and one year, dad just stopped the ‘experiments’. “
End of log entry.
What we saw there was the disorderly looping of time on itself, what we now call “self-correction”. Once a “timeline” is affected by incidents of travelling through times like “the room”, the timeline tries to incorporate the events into the next iteration. The strength of the inclusion depends upon the subject, and its awareness w.r.t. the experiments. This subject had altered the timeline during 7/1/1999, and this change was manifested as the room artifact that we saw in the logged entry. The blue. unaffected celieng was caused by the curtain flying out of the room, and the opening of the room caused the timeline change in the first place. The micrograph was of the toy that subject was holding in the experiments in the room. The current timeline tried to correct this incident by stopping the experiments at an early age, but the memory still remained because of the awareness probability. Thus, the subject, in its current form and awareness, must be deleted before 100% probability is attained and the time function collapses.
