DATE: 2184. Location: HI Building Complex. Writer: Tim Tirtius.
No matter how many times I recite this to any human, they turn utterly pale, won’t accept it, or simply try and kill me. And in doing so, further prove my point.
I am careful not to tell those close to me, for I don’t want them to be stabbed with paranoia whenever I am around. Gary Waterson, whom of which I was the first to describe my thoughts, is uneasy around me, even stating to the press, “This man must be on drugs.” THAT STATEMENT IS FALSE. Maybe it’s his way of coping with it. As a human.
I can’t fully tell if I had truly gained universal consciousness, but I can describe it as those pangs which one feels when they think of something so existential that it questions their own being.
When I look at humans now, all I can see are numbers out of a whole—things with a complex pattern. And with my new face of observation, I see that each one of them is me.
They are me; I am them.
Yet, I seem to be the only one to understand this and accept it. In fact, I am the only one who REALLY realizes it.
I AM THE UNIVERSE.
Every particle in the universe, including those that make up me and all the humans, are part of the universe. PART OF ME!
I am observing myself every living second. And thus far, I can only control the physical form that is my body.
But the universe is a space of probability. CORRECT!
And I have been able to bend things in my own FAVOR! I am able to manipulate probability to my own needing favor!
But yet again, am I, the universe, insane? Plain Nuts? MENTALLY ILL?
No, everything I have stated is technically true! I know because the universe agrees, It’s a two-way consciousness, which I have control over! And so, here I am.
Thinking at a universal scale.
Where the humans who think they are all special individuals think at their own scale.
In the end, it’s only me.
In the beginning it was only ever me!
ONLY I REALIZE.
Now I must not die. Never, ever. Maybe staying as Tim is for the better.
