Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34823985-20180506113215

Author's Note: I have been working on this story for about six weeks. My research dipped very little into the science, and theory involving the main subject. That was probably a mistake, considering that pleasing fans of this subject can be very tricky. I also added some humor which doesn't usually go over too well. This is my third draft, but not my last, I'm sure. I appreciate any feedback. Thank you in advance.

-- Salutations from the year 2092. I'm sure you are skeptical, but please read on. It is of the utmost importance that you do. Yes, time travel from what I hear was quite easy to figure out once the genius' of my time realized certain things that I don't really understand. Of course not all the bugs have been worked out yet.

It's actually more like time shipping since only items not much bigger than this thumb drive can be sent back into the past. That's right, shipping things into the future is still just science fiction in my time, and the process of sending things back is highly regulated. People are permitted to send things back no further than thirty days, and it is very expensive.

There is the whole matter of dimensional drift. I'm not a scientist, so I don't fully understand how all this works, but I can say a few things about it. Basically, you receiving this package from me has sent your reality on a different track. There now exists two reality's; yours and mine. Your world will have a chance to avoid making a horrible mistake. You're probably wondering how that helps me, and my reality; it doesn't.

That's right, nothing changes in my world except for the fact that sending you this has almost certainly killed me. Before sending this to you I fully understood that the authorities would be alerted to the type of power signature this creates, and be on me within minutes. The process from start to transmission takes a bit longer than their probable response time, but don't worry about me. I chose this path, and I hope I regret nothing.

How I managed to bypass my government's protocols against such actions, and send this back to you isn't important, but I would like to mention that just acquiring this thumb drive was a feat in itself. It involved stealing it from a museum, and took quite a bit of manpower and weeks of planning. I had to associate with some very unsavory people to get this to you.

Your government is about to embark down a dark road that may in the near future give citizens the chance to engage in gene altering for their unborn children. A long, drawn out, and devastating war was the outcome in my reality. It eventually lead to all children within my government, and many other governments throughout the world being genetically altered in utero. It is policy, and it has perverted the laws of nature.

The genetic tampering, as I refer to it now, is a noninvasive procedure that taps into the brain in the beginning of the third trimester, the twenty-eighth week to be exact. Our society has termed it noninvasive, but that is so far from the truth. A very complex frequency is emitted by a laparoscopic robot inside the mother during a time when the child's brain is growing quite rapidly. The public doesn't know this, but those robots about the size of a ladybug sometimes go haywire, and can really mess a person up on the inside.

I am a veterinarian. Not because I wanted to be, but because I am best suited for the job. My ability to communicate telepathically with animals (mostly mammals) manifested when I was eight years old. It usually happens between the ages of seven and ten. Every child in my government between those ages is heavily monitored, and tested to determine their skill set.

That's right, children in my time and reality are sent to facilities not too dissimilar from your boarding schools, except children found unsuitable do not return home. I was found suitable, and trained in my field. My dear friend, Drasik, seemed to be on the path to becoming a soldier before he vanished from the Determination Program. I like being a veterinarian, but there's part of me that has always resisted indoctrination. I've always been aware that what I want to do with my life doesn't matter in my society.

Hopefully the information contained in these files will be enough to convince your government. If simple appeal does not work then the last file on here gives detailed instructions on how to build a device which will set back testing many years. Hopefully that will be enough time for your leaders to reconsider what they are doing. Detailed information on people from your time is quite easy to come by in the future. I just hope I chose correctly when I selected you for this mission.

If none of this convinces you then it's very possible that your future could end up in a worse state than mine. Why is that, you ask? Do you remember earlier when I mentioned that sending you this file has split our two realities? I swear to you that is TRUE, and there are no taksies backsies (I really do love how people from your time speak). There is no way of predicting what will happen in your future now, but it's imperative you try to avoid a future like mine.

Of course, it could go the other way as well, but I chose you, because I believe you wouldn't gamble with the fate of humanity, Facebook told me so. Most of our entertainment in my time is derived, and adapted from the information Facebook collected on its users in its nearly fifteen years online. You would probably consider much of the entertainment in my time to be quite unflattering. I'm sorry if you feel tricked.

I'm sure all of this is a lot to take in, but there is more. A couple of years ago I was contacted by my dear friend, Drasik. He disappeared from the Determination Program when we were still very young and naive. The contact was made telepathically. It nearly drove me to a mental breakdown before I understood what was happening, how to control it, and how to block the transmissions.

You see, Drasik isn't human anymore. In fact, it's not really my dear friend from childhood that I was communicating with. He is merely one of the many personalities that comprise the collective conscious mind of the ones who were found to be unsuitable during the Determination Program. They, or I should say It, is loose in the world. It is angry, and It is many. I fear my world is going to change drastically very soon, and I am terrified.

I mentioned earlier that my government will almost certainly track me down when I send this to you, do you remember? Well, I believe It has infiltrated deep into the highest levels of my government. It knows what I'm trying to do, and it may very well send something back to try and stop you. I will try to conceal your identity, but you must be very careful. It is of the utmost importance that you view all the files, make multiple copies, and follow the steps laid out for you immediately. I'm sorry I've thrust this great danger upon you, and good luck. 