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Submitted: April 10, 2017

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Chapter One:Future History
 
Billy grew up knowing and expecting only a few things.  The first was that he would never really know his family, friends, coworkers, or anyone else that he would meet in his day to day life.  The second was that he didn't understand how to deal Finally the third was to be ready for anything, learn as much as he can about all of life and reality, keep an open mind and question any ideas that came his way.  He could only spend his time enjoying whatever bits of fun that was around to be had and always be ready for the day he would eventually head off to the academy.  He couldn't always deal with this kind of life so easily and with so many unconnected dots in his life he found it was difficult to talk to anyone around him.  Hardly ever could he think of the right words to say in a conversation or when people would ask him why he is a certain way or why he would do one thing or another his mind would fill with ideas and potential answers, but none of them were actually true about him.  He figured out quickly that that his imagination was something that would hardly ever stick the the more tride and true ideas that he had deem logical or reliable.  Billy was an only child without any extended family.  No brothers, no sister, no aunts, no uncles, no cousins.  He lived with mom and dad out in the country, away from most people.  What need was there to live near people when he wasn't actually going to get to know them anyway.  His dad was a temporal research assistant at a lab in the city.  His mom was once a therapist, but now home schools him.
 
It was only a week away from the day he would leave home, proabably for good, and he was starting to feel nervous. "What do you think people will think of me?"  His dad had already left for work and his mom was busy making breakfast while looking at some math homework that he had been assigned the night before. "They'll think all kinds of things."  "But what will they believe?"  She smiled a sort smurk at him while her eyes were more somber.  While she shook her head she said "I can't be sure."  She passed him some oatmeal and his graded papers.  He saw that he didn't do as well as he normally had on his homework.  He took his food out into the backyard garden and sat down on a stone bench they had that overlooked the valley.  From up there he could see the academy, but he had seen maps of the country and knew that this was the direction the academy was in.  So many mornings he would go outside and eat and look out on the valley and think about how his whole life was.  He always assumed that his parents were both trying to prepare him for when he would leave home and he was clever enough to consider that they might be sending him clues or trying to guide his mind to keep him focused.  Maybe that they were even trying to subliminally message him.  But he always believed that 
if it comes from a place of love or protection or with his best interest in mind or even with just the best of intentions that it was ok.  Or at least as long as he was safe and never pressured too much that he would be fine.  When his dad got home from work, since it was nearly the time for him to leave, he figured that he would ask him about exactly that.  He did and dad didn't say yes or no, but he did say "There's a lot of leaves to rake tomorrow."
 
A few more days went by and while Billy did wonder why they hadn't gone out and raked up the leaves and he wasn't told to go and do it himself either he strangely felt like he should.  Each and every day after his dad had said what he said he wanted to go out rake up the leaves, but he also didn't, because he kept thinking how what he really wanted was to talk to his dad and demand answers.  
Back and forth his mind went about raking the leaves and what his dad said and other things from his life and about his feelings about so many things.  It was the day before he would leave, August 17 and when he looked out the back window he saw that the leaves had been raked up into a weird sort of design.  He didn't bother going out to look at what they raked up into right away though.  He didn't really feel like it at that exact moment.  He first felt like just waiting, just doing what he normally did every other morning.  He just wanted to watch his parents, watch his dad leave for work expecting that he would actually say something about the leaves.  Going back and forth in his mind "They'll either say something or they won't."  He really expected that his dad would say something, something about how weird it was, but he didn't.  He just left like he normally would every other morning.  he was mad about it but thought "Should I be?" So he watched his mom make breakfast again like so many other mornings.  She was looking over his homework from the night before and had here back to Billy.  She could easily so through the window, she could see the leaves.  She said "Huh." as people say when they are somewhat suprised, but really shocked by anything.  "What?"  She looked back at him and handed him the paper that he had done the night before.  She pointed to a big stain on the bottom.  "It sort of looks like a tree, don't you think?"  He looked down at it agrivated at how weird the day was beginning.  "It does, yea.  Like a tree in fall.  Like it lost all of it's leaves."  He wanted to say what he said in a way that was more telling to let her know how angry he was "But why bother".  There was a message that was clear as day.  The homework was about codes and ciphers, hardly a mystery.  It was so annoying to him.  All he had to do was take it out back and look at it all.  Anyway anyway anyway.  So he just sat there on the bench thinking about it all.  Thinking about how almost insultingly obvious this was to there get a message that was so weird that it even weirdly enough seemed to fluctuate in his mind back and forth between making sense and making no sense.  He understood the message but when he would think about it written out in his mind the letter seemed to start looking totally foreign.  Back and forth in his mind he had to question whether 
or not that was even how the word 'anyway' was spelled, constantly telling himself that it was.  It eventually got to the point where he couldn't even be sure if it actually did make sense.  Eventually he just had to laugh at himself and all of it and he started to get a weird feeling which was followed by a memory.  A memory of only a second ago, at least it seemed like a memory, like the faintest 
whisper in his imagination that told him something kind of funny but true about the whole thing.  He laid down on the bench trying to figure out what it was, thinking he was going insane from all of it.  "Something like 'Simple mind games, unfathomable reality' or something like that..."  Back and forth in his mind he thought he was going crazy, but constantly reminded himself that there's nothing wrong with playing around with the ideas.  "I must be messing with brain too much or something."  He let his mind wonder away from it.  He started thinking about the academy, but just when he started thinking about the academy it was as if there was another whisper that passed through his head.  He stopped thinking about the academy and it felt as if so many ideas started to vie for control in his mind and he could only lay there thinking about about his thoughts, not in words though, as if he could only sit there and listen and hope 
for some meaningful direction.  "What could possibly be so all encompassing?"  He wanted something more than just 'talk to mom' or 'rake the leaves' or 'what will the academy be like?' Back and forth he thought of all kinds of things trying to satisfy the feeling he had.  And then he thought possibly the most crazy thing he had ever though.  He thought to ask his mind how he could be great.  How
he could be greater than anyway one ever had been.  And as if his mind replied to him, he envisioned a stone wall with an engraving that read "Anyway anyway anyway."
 
Johnny grew up in the city between two rivers and needed help with his love life.  He had just moved out of his parents home.  He was eighteen and just recently started living on his own and like Billy was considering going off to the academy.  He didn't care if he was going to be older than everyone else there, The Academy of Intel had some of the best techniques that could help people to 
become much smarter than they had previously been and it was located in the city between to rivers.  It's not that he didn't understand how relationships work or how to talk to people.  He lived in a city that sort of little history to it about a girl who went throughout the whole town asking all the people who she should fall in love with and it had became something that everyone in town just grew accustomed to.  He didn't know how to get the help he needed so he asked around at the local hangout to see if anyone had the info he was looking for.  He talked to all the girls and guys there and almost felt like giving up what with how little help he was getting and just the shear attitude that they were giving him, but one girl was over heard what he was asking for and said she could help him out.  She said "You help me understand the mind of a man and I'll tell you what girls are looking for."  They shook hands and at the same they Johnny said "Don't worry about it."  While the girl said "I'm gonna need something from you first."  The girl started to look at him with a very puzzled look.  "What's that mean?"  Johnny took a seat on the couch across from her.  "I swear I have no idea why I just said that."  She stared at him for a moment.  She didn't want to insult him in anyway.  "I'm Sara." she said.  "John."  He replied as he chalked it up to the stress he was feeling before.  Sara and Johnny sat for another moment or two and she 
offered to bye him a drink.  He asked for a water with a slice of lemon and lime.  She got up and bought the drink, brought it back to him, set it on the table between them and was about to ask "Why both lemon AND lime?", but before she could he said "Why not."  She sat back down and was about to ask if he was always like this, but again Johnny cut her off saying "No."  He pulled out a small mirror coated device, pushed a button on it and it played a little song as it started to boot up.  "Ding Dong Ding Ding!" tooted the the little machine.  She staired at him for another moment or two and decided she would just ask him her question.  "Can you understand that I'm looking for someone specific?"  Johnny looked up from his screen at Sara then back down at it.  He let a sigh and agreed saying that "That makes sense to me."  "O.K."  She said back.  
"How specific?"
"Specific."
"Do you ever get the feeling that people can mean anything despite what they say?"  Sara chuckled a little bit.  "Sure, oh I needed agood laugh today."
"Why's that?"
"My bike broke literally at the same time as my bank did and that's why I lost my job."
"Literally?"
"Yea."
"I have a bike I don't use anymore, you can have it."
"Great! I can ride it to the pawn shop."
"You know I think I saw a help wanted sign in the window there."
"Really?"
"Believe it or not."
"All the angels and demons are coming out this week."  She whispered to herself.  She looked out the window near the back of the lounge and back at Johnny who was still playing with the mirror encased device.  There were so many lights flashing on Johnny's face now and she was starting to wonder why she hadn't noticed them before.  "Space." she said.  She got up and walked around to the back of the couch Johnny was sitting on.  The game itself was a game called Space and Void.  The object of the game was to free up space on the device.  It gave the player access to other devices like itself and players had to work together to manage the information that came their way by sending it to other players.  Working together was the main goal of the game as they tried to figure out where the information was coming from.  Was it coming from the automated computer opponent or was it coming from whoever had a full console.  If everyone can work together well enough then the game ends for good.  If they can't work together well enough the game starts to changein appearance.  "How long have you been playing?"
"Not long."
"Everything looked like plants when I was playing."
"I think plants mean something or at least that's what I heard."  Sara to a device of her own out.
"Now that you mention it I heard that if you stop playing for a while and then get back into it you can see some of older ways it all used to look like."
"That was on the home-page.  Not really sure how it could help though."
"It wasn't on the home-page when I started playing."
"Really?!"
"I swear it wasn't."  After searching the hope-page over for differences and couldn't find any they looked further into the differences and found that it was only something the makers of the game forgot to put onto the home-page.  Sara sat back down next Johnny and looked down at her own mirrored device.  She turned it on saying "It was pretty fun, I could get back into it."  Johnny now noticing her start to play her own game looked up away at his screen at her. "How were you actually planning on helping me find love."  
"I know everybody."
"You didn't actually go around talking to everyone in town?"
"Yea."
"That's so weird, I mean, I've seen people walk up to srtangers and ask as a joke, but I still think it's weird."
"When I was little my mom told me about it as a bedtime story and in the morning I just left the house and did it."
"I'd love to see this."  Sara shrugged and got up out of her seat.  "Sounds like something to do."  She walked out the front door and stood outside the big window and put her game back in her pocket.  Johnny put his game back in his pocket and joined her outside.  She started walking behind her wondering about where she was taking him.  They stopped at a gimmicky shop that made tiny sandwhiches, she pointed to all the people around them and told Johnny one by one who their name were and what they were like.  Sara was also going to the academy to see what she could learn and headed towards it.  Noticing this Johnny asked about it.  She didn't say anything back and after Johnny looked at her he noticed she was losted in thought.  He looked up ahead and could see the academy in the distance.  As they got closer he also noticed a sign that read "Last day for Enrollment."  He figured it was just a coincedence, but didn't really think that it was all that odd.  He was already pretty adamant about enrolling so he figured it was just a very lucky thing that happened.  The Academy of Intel was the place where predicting the weather finally became a simple thing to do.  It was the place where people could actually go and figure out just about anything.  The two of them walked into main room through an archway where they found a sign-up desk.  They walked up to the desk and they were both handed two papers for them to fill out.  The person working there smiled at them and greeted them and handed them both pens.  They walked over to a part of the room which had others working on their papers and one girl sat up and walked back over the desk to hand in her information.  They both sat down and she asked if he was the Johnny who lived downtown in the red house.  "No that's actually my neighbor."  Johnny said back to Sara, he knew she couldn't have met him.  He looked down at the papers, it was mostly the usual stuff, name and adress, birthday and eye color, "How did you hear about the academy?" type of questions.  At the top of the first page it asked "How much would you say you already know T.A.I.?" and he wrote down "A bit."  Then it asked a more difficult question.  The Academy was no renowned for having a computer that could predict more complex fiture events.  "Are you aware of the current most devastating event predicted by the academy?"  John wrote down that he didn't.  "Are you aware that during enrollment at T.A.I. you will be expected to figure out your most probably cause of death as well as various other mean of which you could inevitably die?"  John looked up at Sara and commented on how morbid the question had gotten.  
He looked back down at the paper and at the questions after and noticed that it also asked "What would you say are the most probable ways in which you believe you can succed in life?"  And he wrote down "Any and every." He wasn't taking the questions as seriously as he proabably should, but it it didn't seem to make a difference to him seeing as how there were so many different academies.  They 
both finished up their paper work and said their good-byes to each other.
 
John started to think about how he would be starting there the next day and how vigurous he had heard the class can be for some people.  Someone had once told him that it gets complicated in the way that there are at least two different ways in which a person's predictive capabilities can get blocked.  One way is that there could be a cataclismic event so huge that everyone in the mainframe computer's futures could end or that the person in question like himself could die.  Otherwise they should be able to predict further into the future.  A person can only know a certain amount about their future if the know a certain amount about both their past and their present.  A person can't know where to go if they don't know where they are and how they got there.
 
The academy was a place where people would learn about the first necessary steps needed for time travel to become possible.  This was the past, present, and best possible future they could figure out together.  Which could then help people to actually begin to changing their own lives in ways that had never been done before.  They needed to start schools like this in order to potentially make the first actual instance of time travel.
 
 
 
Chapter 2:To Earn Your Own Bones
 
In a darker way of reality there are people still living, living in a place that exist in-between the same world as Bill and John is the only other place beside the present.  Like a compliment to their world, everything is made of inverse matter.  Plants and life that is made up of all the things between atoms.  This place is even more bizarre as since this makes everything opposite in a way that makes the air of the world of Bill and John the ground of the other as the ground of the other is the air of the first.  To put it more simply, the world that compliments the more normal first is an inside out world.  Like living inside a ball instead of outside.  And the core of the world where Bill and John live on the outside of, to the world inside, is called by those that live there a shrink force.  Everything there shrinks as it reaches for the sky.  There's one other thing that makes these two worlds interesting.  As the first planets trajectory becomes more stable the shrink force in the second grows.  The people living on the inside had noticed this along time ago.  From the ground those living on the inside could see animals fly up into "the shrink" as they call it and from time to time something would be grabbed right out the air and whisked into the center.  Other times the birds would just more slowly float away.  Sometimes it would even be ripped apart violently.  Sometimes the would even find rocks and things slowly rising up off the ground.  So what they did everyday since long ago was to watch the skies for things that rise.  A young man named Xen lives here and just as those on the outside have looked up at the stars and wondered "what if", he does the same.


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