Twighlight
Quantum Scribe
\'Different Timelines\' Nonsense
I've got so tired of hearing the ' time traveller always arrives in a different timeline ' lame excuse....that I've decided to once and for all lay it to rest.
You see, the 'diverging timelines' explanation has an incredibly simple flaw. One that is so basic and simple that many have missed it.
So.....you reckon I cannot travel back into the past of my own timeline...huh ? Well, of course, I have to travel to a 'different' timeline. OK, let's go along with that....
I hop in my time machine. Mmm. I think I'll pop back to 1966....summer of love and all that. Lots of scantily clad wenches all eager to make love not war. But wait....this is a different timeline ! Scott McKenzie is a Southern Baptist preacher in this timeline....1920s music is all the rage.....and baring of ankles in public is banned. Drat !!
Hmm. Where can I go ? MUST be a different timeline. Oh....I know....how about the REAL 1966 ! I mean, from where I am in the phoney 1966......the real 1966 IS a different timeline. Duh !
So, I'm off to see all those scantily clad girls. I'll send a postcard.
I've got so tired of hearing the ' time traveller always arrives in a different timeline ' lame excuse....that I've decided to once and for all lay it to rest.
You see, the 'diverging timelines' explanation has an incredibly simple flaw. One that is so basic and simple that many have missed it.
So.....you reckon I cannot travel back into the past of my own timeline...huh ? Well, of course, I have to travel to a 'different' timeline. OK, let's go along with that....
I hop in my time machine. Mmm. I think I'll pop back to 1966....summer of love and all that. Lots of scantily clad wenches all eager to make love not war. But wait....this is a different timeline ! Scott McKenzie is a Southern Baptist preacher in this timeline....1920s music is all the rage.....and baring of ankles in public is banned. Drat !!
Hmm. Where can I go ? MUST be a different timeline. Oh....I know....how about the REAL 1966 ! I mean, from where I am in the phoney 1966......the real 1966 IS a different timeline. Duh !
So, I'm off to see all those scantily clad girls. I'll send a postcard.