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The split
Ash found herself in a room that was never meant to be there.The wallpaper was a faded sky blue, peeling away in places. Sunlight poured through a window, revealing nothing but emptiness, like a blank canvas waiting for a painting. Toys were scattered on the floor, but not the kind used for war games. They were simple toys: cloth dolls, wooden cars, and a watercolor sketch taped to a small desk.Before she even understood why, her heart ached.Then she noticed her.A girl about nine years old: she had braided hair and scraped knees, wearing a t-shirt that was way too big and mismatched socks. She seemed unfazed, not even looking up.Ash whispered, You’re me.The girl was focused on her drawing.I was you, she said softly. Before you learned to survive by erasing me.In two quick steps, Ash crossed the room but then halted. There was something electric hanging in the air between them, not a barrier, just an emotion.You were a dream, Ash said. One I couldn’t affordThe girl glanced up
The Fracture Below the Frame
Something felt different in the air before Ash even opened her eyes. It wasn’t just a change you could touch; it was more like a memory washing over her.She blinked. Just once.And suddenly, the capsule was nowhere to be found.Instead, she was back in that field. But it wasn’t just any field. It was fractured split between dimensions and tangled in time. One part was vibrant and sunny, with birds singing and a sky so blue it almost hurt to look at. The other? It was bleak and cold, with dead soil and shadows racing unnaturally fast. And then there was a third version that was hard to pin down. It felt like a thought trying to form before being put into words.Ash took a deep breath.And right then, she realized: this wasn’t a return. This wasn’t home.Her hand instinctively went to her sidearm only to find it missing.Not far from her, Sophia stood still, but it took Ash a moment to see that Sophia wasn’t moving.She was caught midbreath, her eyes half open, her skin shimmering like
The Other Ash
The capsule was eerily quiet.No lights flickered. No systems hummed. Just an unusual stillness, like time itself was holding its breath.Ash fixed her gaze on the figure suspended at the center half masked and somehow familiar. It was her.But not quite.You left something unfinished, the observer said again, her voice soft and unapologetic.Ash took a step closer, the ground beneath her feeling solid yet oddly dreamlike.You’re me, she said, unsure if it was a statement or a question.The observer tilted her head slightly. Close enough. I’m the version of you that made the first wrong choice in Recursion 17B.Ash blinked, trying to process it. The collapse thread?Not collapse,the observer corrected. Detachment. You completely severed from the thread. You stopped believing in consequences.As she stepped down from the stasis cradle, the air shifted. The space felt heavier, like thoughts were turning into something tangible.You abandoned the idea of cost,she continued. And in doing
The Thread That Shouldn’t Exist
For a while though no one could tell just how long the recursion held.The air felt different, almost like it was still figuring out what breathing meant. Each breath felt deliberate, like the world was still working out the whole oxygen thing.Ash noticed it in her steps. It wasn’t about the weight of her boots or how gravity pulled at her. It was more like the ground responded to her, as if every step was being recorded. Interpreted. Chosen.Feels like we’re being listened to, she said softly.Damien nodded. Because we are. Every moment here leaves… an imprint. A first.Sophia stood quietly at the edge of the shimmering lake that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. It didn’t reflect her face it showed her feelings. As her thoughts changed, the colors on the water shifted too.She blinked.The lake turned grey.I’m not sure we finished the recursion she finally said.Ash turned to her. What do you mean?Without breaking her gaze from the lake, Sophia replied, It’s still listening
When recursion fails, only paradox can rebuild it.
There was complete silence.No loud bang. No cries.Just everything falling apart.The spiral didn’t just drop it folded in on itself. One moment, it stretched across the sky like a question that felt too big to ask. The next, it shrank down to a tiny point, shimmering like a tear just before it falls.And thenThe world twisted.Ash blinked and suddenly found herself in four different places at once.In one, she was kneeling in a field of spiraled grass, fingers digging into the dirt. In another, she stood in a command center, blood on her gloves, and silence in her earpiece. In a third, she sat in a stark white room, watching a child sleep in a glass pod labeled DO NOT WAKE.And in the fourthShe wasn’t there at all.Ash gasped.The versions of her collided, all at once.Time tried to make a decision.But it couldn’t.Sophia Saw Herself from OutsideShe was floating. Literally.Looking down at her own body. Watching it twitch, then seize, then move on its own.Somewhere deep down, s
Some futures don’t just unfold they spiral.
It all kicked off with maps. Not the digital kind, but old-school printed charts found in forgotten control centers, dusty archives, and burnt-out satellites still clinging to backup storage grids. Lines on these maps started to shift.Coastlines curved unexpectedly. Rivers twisted where they used to flow straight.Sophia stumbled upon it first an atlas tucked away in the ruins of an old Civil Systems Bureau. She laid the pages out on the floor, her hands shaking.“Look at this,” she said softly.Damien leaned closer to her shoulder.The page displayed the western provinces. But instead of a long-lost desert range, there was a spiraling basin. And just beneath the surface the faint lines lined up with something else: Their journey.Ash ran his finger along the map. “We’ve been walking this path.”Sophia nodded. “But it’s older than us. This isn’t a map of our destination. It’s a record of where recursion has touched the earth.”That night, something unexpected happened a forgotten t
