Tag Archives: time travel
Discarded Blog Ideas (#3)
(Fuck, I did it again. Apparently posting in the carpark doesn’t work. Oh well, at least I had this all drafted.) Not every blog post can be a winner. Here’s another special behind-the-scenes look at some of the off-cuts and … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 33
The cellar was bigger than the others I’d been through. No, it was more than that. It was a huge, disorganised, irregular-shaped expanse of shattered concrete flooring, random wood-panelled walls, scuffed cement pillars and at least a couple of deeper … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 32
It was another dank and musty basement-cellar space-time junction, this one with a floor of what felt like uneven paving stones or wide chunks of cement, generously interspersed with damp gravel. The wall, when I groped my way to it, was … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 31
While I was aware that in technical terms I was skipping around chronologically and therefore not exactly wasting time as such, I was beginning to feel very keenly that I wasn’t getting any closer to actually solving the mysteries and … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 31
Here’s the other thing about the Prism. There was no way to reach it or get to it from below – not that Creepy and I were able to find on our spectacularly, nay definitively unsuccessful tour of the sub-sewers … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 30
Here’s the thing about the Prism. It didn’t exist in all the dimensions it should have existed in. And when I say that, I say it as a more or less complete layman in classically-accepted scientific fields. Oh, I’m sure … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 24
As interesting as it was to be in Ye Olde Barnsley Prison Yard(e), it didn’t take long in that blazing heat to make me sincerely regret not quitting while I was ahead back at the L&E tower lost and found. … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 23: On Time (II)
None of this is to say, of course, that the entirety of deterministic eternity is written, every moment a stepping-stone in an inevitable series of events and arrangements of matter that were set in motion by the acceleration and trajectories of … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 22: On Time (I)
Colonel McOldentimes’s staggering, pipe-puffing apathy, quite literally in the face of anachronistic freaks charging from his administration office and lighting out for parts unknown, isn’t actually all that surprising in and of itself. That’s the thing about time travel. It … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 21
Through, I thought, but didn’t say – not yet. What does that mean exactly? “Rose,” I said, “friend of mine. She – ah – comes here often then, does she?” “Can’t say she does,” Colonel McOldentimes said. “If she did, … Continue reading
