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work… the research. But you know that there are things
that they don’t know. I know I’m not right. I mean sorry for being
a trifle tipsy. But there is something that we can use.’
    ‘What’s
that?’
    ‘It is the
final design of the thing that caused the trouble in the first
place. It all in here….’ He tapped his head, ‘I admit. Not
accessible at the moment. But I’ll work on that.’ He poured some
more whisky in the glass.
    ‘I think you’ve
had enough.’
    ‘You do?’
    ‘Yes.’
    He raised the
glass. ‘Here’s to those who’ve had enough.’
    ‘Jules. Can you
tell me anything right now about this Modulator?’
    ‘You want it in
Layman’s terms right?’ he asked smiling. I nodded. ‘It’s easy. It
just takes time to produce streams of consequences to one action.
Instead of one outcome you get dozens. Then the knack is to choose
between them.’
    ‘Marcia said
something about a dice experiment?’
    ‘Oh, that. Yes…
it’s the original game for dummies. How to win at any game. The
secret becomes not how you play but what you choose. It’s about
making the right choices. Ok… where’s that popcorn got to?’
    Marcia came in
at that moment with a big bowl full. Jules dived straight in; ‘The
problem is,’ he said with his mouth full, ‘to not have too many
choices. Because then it just becomes impossible. You cannot win.
Or even get close because you cannot process that number of
different outcomes. Even a chess master has an absolute limitation
on how many moves ahead they can consider.’
    ‘But
surely?’
    ‘It’s like
asking the Master Chess to think ahead onto moves in a game that he
hasn’t even played yet, while still playing this one.’
    ‘Is anyone
capable of such a feat?’
    ‘Not by
ordinary methods. No. But give it time. And they are in the process
of perfecting a technique where the divided self can exist
temporarily in the same space. It is quite literally multiple
personalities induced by a combination of drugs, and exposure to
the modulation frequency.’
    ‘That sounds
horribly dangerous.’ Marcia picked a little popcorn up.
    ‘Yes. Of course
it is! But get this. If you do it more than once you build up a
kind of tolerance. It has been done. And not on me… so don’t ask me
that. At least, not that I’m aware of.’
    ‘So these
different personalities… are they aware of each other?’
    ‘Yes. The
central ego state remains. It’s what controls the whole thing. You
can play around with mind as much as you like if the ego state is
strong. It has to do with a certain predisposition to megalomania.
You see what’s coming don’t you?’
    ‘Do that mean
that the most likely people for it to work on, are the ones that
will tend to misuse it?’
    ‘Succinctly
put.’ Jules pointed at me, ‘Dear lord do I love popcorn!’
    ‘So….so let me
be really clear,’ I said, ‘they have the power to change
history?’
    ‘If you really
insist in putting in such simplistic terms then, yes; they do.’
    ‘But Jules….
Doesn’t that mean that with one action someone could undo what has
been done?’
    He sat back and
rubbed his temples, obviously trying to think of a way to explain
this to me… the class dunce.
    ‘Give me that
bottle!’ Jules took it off Marcia who was examining the label, ‘I
think you need to get your head round this a little more; if you
are going to attempt to do what I think you’re going to attempt to
do…..’ he poured another inch and a half into the glass, ignored
Marcia’s expression and continued: ‘you must understand that a
system… any system has an absolute value basis… I mean there is a
point at which all probabilities are zero. That point is when all
things have either worked their way out… already happened; or they
have not yet started.’ He raised the glass to his lips, took a
large satisfying gulp and continued with a relaxed confidence, ‘You
cannot…. And I mean must not under any circumstances, change what
is