That vast malign face, that vast malign face. Looking down at you from the sky above. It’s not God, which is what you first thought. No, it’s not God looking down at you, looking so wrathful, shrivelling your life with that terrible condemnatory gaze. It’s you, it’s your own self looking down at you. You’re cursing your own life; you are blighting your own existence with all that terrible corrosive malignancy. No, it’s not the Creator at all, it’s only you and that’s important to know.
What’s the answer, you wonder? What should I do? It occurs to you that perhaps you should partake in the social matrix more fully and become what people want you to be. Throw yourself into it. But then again, you realise, you tried that already and it didn’t work. It turned out to be a terrible disaster in the end – you can still remember all those angry distorted faces, the baying of the crowd as they closed in on you. No that didn’t work at all. You shudder at the thought of it – you don’t want to go through that again! No way do you want to go through that again. That wasn’t a good scene.
You’re not sure if you are remembering a past life, or whether it is the case that you are suffering from the gift of precognition. What a terrible, terrible gift that is, you reflect sadly, who on earth would want that for themselves? It’s bad enough going through whatever stuff you’re going to have to go through without knowing about it in advance. You shudder: you can’t think of anything worse…
‘Reality is so wrong!’ you blurt out convulsively. Then you look around fearfully in case someone heard you. They didn’t, and for that you are thankful. Seconds later the insight comes out of nowhere – it isn’t reality that’s wrong, just you! You stagger slightly under the enormity of the revelation. Reality isn’t wrong at all even though you always thought it was. Not that this revelation helps you any because of course it doesn’t. It doesn’t help you in the slightest, unfortunately. The fact that reality isn’t jinxed after all and that everything is absolutely fine with it doesn’t really help your situation, as you know only too well.
You came from the future of course and that’s what people don’t understand. That’s what they can’t grasp – how can they after all? How can they grasp this important fact when they are stuck fast in linear time? They can never see over the edges of the deterministic temporal furrows that they’re stuck in and so as far as they are concerned this is the only possibility there is. Not for you though, not for you!
Not for you my friend. Not for you my friend because you have the gift of being able to see over the edge of the temporal furrows. You’re not the same as all the rest. You are not the same as all the rest because you’re from the future; you’re from the future and you’re a State Registered Telepath. You are a SRT in the service of some banal, pointless totalitarian future government. Your job was – or rather will be – to spy on people’s thoughts. To find out how loyal they are to the banal, pointless totalitarian government. You were a State Registered Snooper until one day you rebelled and went rogue. But that’s a story for another day…
