Lost Time Incident

November 22, 2004

Another Lost Time Incident

"The last time I found I couldn't remember the last fifteen minutes, I finally figure out that it was my fault. I had this gizmo that would very carefully damage my brain and I had used it to forget something terrible that had just happened to me. The gizmo was still in my hand. I read the instructions. That's how I solved the mystery."

"So what was it you were trying to forget?"

"I don't know. The gizmo worked."

"Were you trying to forget that your mom called and said you were adopted?"

"... Well, now I have to read the instructions again. Thanks for that."

"You do realize that if you use it again, you're just in for a rough Thanksgiving."

"It's okay. The battery in it is rechargeable."

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"Wait a minute. It's 4:30? I just looked a little while ago and it was 3:30."

"Wait a minute. You're still alive? Just about an hour ago, I hit you with a brick."

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By the time we get to be eighty years old, we'll have nothing but memories of our entire lives. We won't be able to prove that we hadn't always been eighty. That the fragments of our lives, the scattered minutes we recall, weren't all planted there later. As part of a trick to make us think we had once been young.

"Where did the time go," asked Ms. Jessica Assimon of Blaircroft, GA. She was eating mashed potatoes and gravy. "I miss my parents. If I ever really had any."

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Whoah. Spaced out there for a second.

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"It's a symptom. According to the written experiences of abductees. Lost time. Kinda like when you get really into playing a video game, except instead of putting down the controller--"

"That's not what it's like."

"What's it like then?"

"Like waking up. Like waking up and not knowing where you are."

"Right! 'Cause some of them say they were in cars and then when they sorta 'came to' they were still in their cars but they were parked and it was later."

"Has that ever happened to you?"

"What?"

"Lost time."

"Hey, like, isn't all time lost? Eventually?"

"Okay, hippie."

"Just kidding. I know why you're asking. I'm still on the table. I'm still in the air."

"That is correct. And you won't remember. And we want you to be ready. We want you to be comfortable."

"I appreciate that."

"Good."

"Or are you making me appreciate it."

"Be quiet now. We've found your car again. They all look alike from up here."

"Okay."

"All of your cars look alike."

"Just like in a videogame."

"Okay, time to go home."

Posted by Michael at November 22, 2004 01:45 AM