So what’s going in the real timeline? Are there versions of us?
I … guess so.
What are we doing? I mean … are we in Newcastle?
We would never have got jobs here … Cicero wouldn’t have needed us.
And where’d we be? What would we have been doing?
Stuck in part-time hell, probably. Whoring for work in one department or another. Invisible adjuncts, right? Thinking of packing the whole academic thing in …
We probably would never have got PhDs. That always seemed strange to me: that people like us could actually get PhDs. We’d never have got scholarships. Never have passed our MAs. Our BAs …
On the true timeline, we’d never have been born. Beautiful fucking idea! Never have opened our fucking eyes! Never even been conceived! We’d be literally in-con-fucking-ceivable, which is exactly as it should be …
I reckon she’s gone in search of the true timeline. She’s looking for admittance into the real world.
You can’t cross to the true timeline. All you can do is destroy this one.
So maybe that’s her plan: to destroy this world. Fuck …
Work in Progress 