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Darkness. All that existed, all that did not, floating around in this darkness. The ideas, the creation, the wonders that could be made if they worked together. The idea of a universal idea. So many contrasting ideas. Contrast! Thats it! A tiny spec of light. The light in the Darkness.

There are two sides to the coin The dark and the light The peace and the fight But who thinks about its edge? I am the broken child Abnormal by birth Yet I speak for all Who will speak with me? I am the color grey I do not side with white Neither do I go for black Who will side with me? I am the middle ground The place where I hide Is one not seen by eye Who will find me? You?

Future Me said some weird things when he visited. "The future is not rigid," he said. "It's just a bunch of probabilities and possibilities. You have a fifteen-percent chance of substance abuse. You, the guy who's asthmatic and gets sick whenever he thinks about hallucinogens. You also have a five-percent chance of being crippled in a car accident, along with a three-percent chance of switching your sexual orientation." He pointed at the Nomad. "You even have a chance of creating this time machine." Future Me's philosophy? Life is like a room full of cats, each one representing a possible future. Every time you make a choice, a couple of t

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