Read Remember Me for Free Online Page B

my own time? What if it dumped me in some other time in the past or propelled me into the future? In the movies, the hero always makes it back at the last possible moment. He is restored wholly to the future—better for having travelled the past and saving mankind from a major catastrophe. Not only that, he would be returned to the exact moment from which he left. I laughed out loud! They picked the wrong guy—I was not a hero. I had no faith that a wormhole, should it miraculously appear, would whisk me back to my own time. God
    only knows where it might take me, and I wondered if I’d have the courage to step into it, if it happened to appear at all.
    I was stuck, and the sooner I believed it, the better off I’d be. I would be keeping my eye on the weather, and I would learn everything I could about wormholes. I had no doubt that S 32 S
    RemembeR me
    what happened to me was an unfortunate and isolated case, God was not sending a messenger into the past to correct a wrong. One notion tugged at my thoughts—would the same
    wormhole reappear on May 22, 2010? If I managed to live
    long enough to witness the event, would God laugh at me and make the day full of sunshine instead of storms? If I did nothing, would history continue to repeat itself? Had I completely altered the inner framework of the cosmos by just being here?
    I had no answers, just an immense feeling of unsettledness. I wondered if any conversation or interaction I had here in this time would completely alter the future. I stopped dead in my tracks. My way was no longer clear at all. Just like the story the “Butterfly Effect,” what damage had I already inflicted by just walking down this road?
    If I sought out my parents for help, what would the long-term ramifications be? I still had a mile to go before I reached the highway. I had to think this through. A hundred yards ahead of me in the south-side ditch was a large, flat-topped boulder.
    I walked to it and sat down. What was I willing to risk for the unknown? The reality was pretty simple; I was fifty years old and living sometime in the nineteen eighties. It was mind bog-gling, but true. A wormhole or something else from May 22, 2010 inflicted me into this time! I could try to live the next twenty-plus years in total seclusion, avoiding complications.
    Then I could stop my present self, in this time, from entering the wormhole, thereby erasing what—Me! By then I’d be in my seventies and what if nothing happened after I stopped my other self? I would have just spent the last two decades in absolute misery…more than just misery, total isolation. That idea didn’t hold water—no it shouldn’t hold water. My present self would be allowed to live out his life in perfect ignorance. I would just go on…a lost soul in a lost time. Would that be enough of a purpose for me to survive the rest of my life on? It S 33 S
    Brian L. MacLearn
    was also plausible that the instant the me from this time didn’t enter the wormhole, the current me would cease to exist…a no win proposition anyway I looked at it.
    I kept coming back to one thought, over and over again:
    what irreversible impact on this time had I already put in motion by just by being here? I could spend the rest of my life trying to be careful and the outcome wouldn’t matter because it was already changed. I had my knowledge of the past, or more precisely…this present to guide me, and maybe I could help direct the course of destiny to better ends. Would it be so bad to help my present self have a better life? Would the world end because I helped the people I cared about? I could be a champion of hope for Andrew and Tami, Amy, my parents, sister—geez, why not the entire world? It really came down to my own personal belief. I didn’t believe I was ever going back to my own time, or to my own life. This was now my time and then it dawned on me. What all of this strategizing and personal analysis really meant. My life with the Amy I loved