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A Tale of Nothing
“We had no procedures for it, a theoretically possible but practically impossible idea, that slowly unravel our minds, it was-“ The voice was cut off while it tried to convey a message,
“That was Dr. Manuel-Janets, well, from another world…” The man said in a monotone and stone-like voice, he was a senior researcher who had command from people… Let’s just say superior to me and you.
We were supposed to be doing the regular stuff researchers do, screw around with each other, make theoretical SCP battle and then some. But today was different, the room we were called to was filled with 20 of our finest, in a call with the senior. He had called us on the premise we were to carry out a test on 682, be a fun little joke, throw a SCP at him, watch him crush them with no difficulty whatsoever and go home with the screams playing in your head.
But this time, it was different and no one was prepared for what was to come, the senior said that his superiors were in the middle of a conference when they received a call from, me.
It was another me, mind you, and he was some few years older by the sound of his voice but he was me nonetheless and it was brought with a warning, that shook our superiors, and as we listened to him go on and on about a safety procedure and all the K-Classes that maybe caused this, I thought to myself, “If I were me, what would I say?” This was to finish my sentence and figure out what I was going to say before I was cut off.
I ran through hundreds of scenarios and in the end, I couldn’t think of what would I say, most of my situations were containment breaches and sometimes XK-End-of-The-World instances but those were few in number and even fewer in possibilities. And I kept pondering to myself, but then I was interrupted again by the senior researcher who asked me what I thought of it, “Surely you must think something is up if another you is calling.” And as I looked back, it clicked together,
“It was a question.” I blurted out, “A question that should never be asked,” and at this point I should give you a heads up.
If you have access to this file you must be familiar with the ‘Many Worlds’ theory that our universe for dimension is one of many and each are influenced by a slight change in an action by another, for example, one exists where the Foundation doesn’t exist or where I am didn’t eat that slice of pizza in the morning. That begs the one question, that shouldn’t be asked by anyone for fear of the cognitive consequences on the questioner and the person listening to it.
“I can’t hear you, Manuel, speak up.” I snapped back to reality and the senior was getting impatient over at the front of the room there and the room had all eyes on me, I kept quiet realising while a horrid grimace surfaced and my brain realised that I’d have to say the question and it be over for all of us, sure, thinking about it was harmless but saying it would force our brains to think about it and therein lies the effect, and as he began to repeatedly and tirelessly ask what I said and the room slowly began to grow restless over my slow response, I clenched my mouth and prepared to say it my response that would get me reprimanded.
Don’t Ask.
