The only pain I'm suffering is a headache from how completely ridiculous and asinine this conversation is.
Suspension of disbelief, starting now. For your reference.
I've gathered that time is in a constant state of flux, judging from how everyone and their proverbial mother is informing me that my friends are still in my own world without knowledge of my being here. And as little faith that I have in their collective intelligence quotient, together they could have the brain capacity to figure out how to get me out of this world and back into my own -- provided that they even notice that I'm gone, which they would, as I'm the one with all of the security codes to my apartment, and they can't get into the building in the event that I am spontaneously transported to another universe.
Thinking ahead, I presume that should I leave this place, I'll return exactly as I was -- probably without memory of this occurring, that's how it usually works in terrible science fiction literature. That and it would make little sense if anyone remembered this place, because should I return to my world with memory of this universe, I would immediately attempt to break back into it in order to harness the power source of this supposed Core for my own research and solve the mysteries of the universe. The memory loss and the spontaneous arrival and departure is a fail-safe in order to keep this universe maintained.
I've watched enough Star Trek to know how this song and dance works, Miss Greeter, so let's skip to the important piece, which is how to force the space time continuum into obeying my wishes.
I need to see this so-called Core.
Back to reality, starting now. For your reference.
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Suspension of disbelief, starting now. For your reference.
I've gathered that time is in a constant state of flux, judging from how everyone and their proverbial mother is informing me that my friends are still in my own world without knowledge of my being here. And as little faith that I have in their collective intelligence quotient, together they could have the brain capacity to figure out how to get me out of this world and back into my own -- provided that they even notice that I'm gone, which they would, as I'm the one with all of the security codes to my apartment, and they can't get into the building in the event that I am spontaneously transported to another universe.
Thinking ahead, I presume that should I leave this place, I'll return exactly as I was -- probably without memory of this occurring, that's how it usually works in terrible science fiction literature. That and it would make little sense if anyone remembered this place, because should I return to my world with memory of this universe, I would immediately attempt to break back into it in order to harness the power source of this supposed Core for my own research and solve the mysteries of the universe. The memory loss and the spontaneous arrival and departure is a fail-safe in order to keep this universe maintained.
I've watched enough Star Trek to know how this song and dance works, Miss Greeter, so let's skip to the important piece, which is how to force the space time continuum into obeying my wishes.
I need to see this so-called Core.
Back to reality, starting now. For your reference.
I still need that train ticket to Pasadena.