ALISON
It has been years since I felt the tracker hunting me down, but here it is. That old familiar feeling of the mite crawling around in my brain, trying to crack the code that hides me.
The headaches are becoming more frequent now, growing in intensity. I know it is the tracker.
It isn't like I didn't know this day would come. I can see it. In all but he most improbable of futures, I am tracked. In 50% of all probable futures, I am found. Which means the trick is to choose the right 50 of the 50/50 so that I am not found.
Time Telling is a game of probability where the dice we throw are ourselves. It is a game of weight and balance, measuring between the genius of what Man can create and what he is made of. And man can never understand what he is made of. The human body is a miracle. The brain is nature's best technological feat.
I am good at hiding from technology. Bit if the tracker is boosted by another Time Teller, I'll have to reevaluate my situation. We can always see past the wires. Unless the Time Teller lies and tells them I'm not in view. The scope is too small. Something like that would be a miracle. But Time Telling is a miracle, so who are we to judge?
If the trackers is boosted by a Time Teller who doesn't lie, I'll have to reevaluate my situation. Retrain my cloaking mechanisms, meditate more. It means I'll have to breach my cover for awhile, make myself more vulnerable, subtract hours from my linear day. I'll have to find David and hope he hasn't been compromised...in one way or another.
Today is January 7, 2013. "Today" is a relative term. I have seen "Today" like it was tomorrow and like it will be yesterday. But here you are experiencing this little slice of time like it has never been and never will be again. And here I am trying to tow the line between both experiences and tell it in a language someone else can understand.
Today is January 7, 2013, twenty-one linear years to the future from the First Encounter between me and the New Agency. I was the typical age of a Second Generation at the point of First Encounter: somewhere between three years old and five.
My talent was my own, nothing created by a biochemical genius in a lab. boosted, maybe. Enhanced, controlled - definitely. But they didn't pick me out because they saw the Time Signature. They discovered that later.
I was a great bargain. I was chosen originally for my superior intelligence, for my advanced motor function, calm temperament in the face of unconventional stresses and for my advanced creativity.
The Time Signature came later, maybe triggered by unconventional stress. I inverted my mind - extreme introversion - when faced with stress. The calm for which I was recruited was not calmness at all. It was misinterpreted Time Signature Introversion.
If cool calculation can be used as a weapon, a Time Teller can destroy whole universes if given the correct dosage of the Time Serum. The information I report makes me more valuable than seven armies. And no one will ever suspect how or why information was breached.
