The Perfection Regression

The following is chapter 2 followed by the beginning of Chapter 3 of The Perfection Regression.  A book about women chosen to travel through time. Chapter 1 will be posted in its entirety soon.  We encourage people to follow along and send in their own submissions at xensationllf@gmail.com

Chapter 2… Where are they?

The prism theory was established by Christina Sub 2 in alt-time 3219 A.T. (Alt Time).  The idea was simply this; although it had been thought that there were infinite timelines, the Travelers devised that there was actually only one time line initially that was split, like a prism, from the time each Traveler had gone back because nothing had the power to create an alternate time line except for Traveler.

Christina Jeffries Sub 2 came to this conclusion after a number of calculations.  It had become the focus of her personal research because she refused to believe that all of her predecessors had merely blinked out of existence when she altered the time line.  Their words were still there in the form of the book and they had the compendium of knowledge in the book of Travelers past so she believed that they were still out there somewhere in time.  Moving forward, those who were supposed to come after her would likely never be, yet it is because of them that she is there and because of her someone will follow her in the past.

Christina Jeffries Sub 1 was her mother.   By now, The Book was a few chapters long.  There were little things like how to wear your hair when traveling; the book suggested a bun if you had long hair or crop it short so as to avoid it flying in your eyes during the journey. These were lessons learned hard.  By far the longest entry and the most useful was that of Ariadne Chin and Lorraine Martin.

Lorraine was the primary of the two and one of the last time travelers to go back more than 1000 years in Alt-Time.  Lorraine was also one of the few to then travel forward in time.   When most go back, they stay there unless they are going back for a reason.  Lorraine had gone back a thousand years for a reason.  Growing up, Lorraine had been trained in time travel by her mother from the age of 19 and made her first jump when she was 26.  She could remember how her mother had told her, over coffee or tea in the breakfast nook of the family home one weekend when she was home from her first year of college.

She was being forced to declare a major and was on edge because she could not decide.  She told her mother something that she had never really shared with anyone; that she didn’t know what she wanted to be when she grew up.  All the kids around her knew or at least had some idea as they were growing up; pretending to be those people on the playground, but not her. While they were playing cops and robbers, she was content to be the bystander.  She always felt it would come to her when the time was right.  Upon hearing this, her mother leaned close to her and in the manner of a spy, even though it was only the two of them in the house, whispered to her that she had something to tell her.

What happened next was what Lorraine would consider her part of the puzzle; her addition to the Book.  She vowed to tackle effective recruitment and training.  Previous time travelers had not really thought about a system.  In fact, many spoke in the book with fondness about the “reveal”; a moment after the successor had been chosen when they would share the secrets of time travel.    After this particular conversation with her mother, Lorraine felt there had to be a more concise and practical way of telling someone and asking them to believe.  There had to be a method that, while different for everyone, would entail setting certain markers so as not to be off-putting.  She would later shudder at the thought of how the Project  (as the entire program had come to be known) would suffer if even one of them had, at some inopportune time been shuttled off to an insane asylum.  There had to be a way; fail safes had to be put in place.

Lorraine could remember having only one thought when her mother told her.  She wondered how, at 19, she was going to deal with having her mother committed.  Would she have to quit school and move home? How bad would it get?  She was rather proud of herself in that moment.  Thinking then that there would come a moment when she would have to maybe change bed pans or spoon feed her mother, she thought she could and would do it without complaint.  Her mother had once done it for her and there was no reason she would not return the favor. She had found her mission.

“I have traveled through time and so could you… if you want.  I can show you,” were her mother’s words.

Lorraine figured her mother had gotten into some meditation thing.  She wondered whether there was some charismatic guru lurking about somewhere, slowly bilking her for money.  Her mother got more and more specific and the more specific her mother got about the science and the intricacies of time travel, the more Lorraine began to wonder how and when or if she was going to contact her father.  Her parents had divorced some ten years before and he was off with his new wife and young child, enjoying being able to start his life anew.  Would he help?  Her mother had been a fairly prolific author and scholar.  Money was not an issue.  These were not the things she was concerned about.  She was worried about the emotional and physical care her mother was going to need as whatever this was progressed. 

“Hire a nurse and go back to school, Chipmunk,” she could hear her father say.  He may not say exactly that but he would have a terse, cold response, punctuated by a diminutive nickname.  He would think he sounded both practical and paternal at once instead of simply indifferent.   He was different around his new family.  He always called his young son, “buddy” yet with her he never used the same nickname twice.  She wondered if it was normal to pick up on such things.  Was it odd to desire to have just one diminutive nickname, not several constantly changing names that could be construed as him having forgotten her real name?  She noted the way he looked at his new son, reveled in the way he, at four, could throw a ball, or spell his name.  She was both an athletic and intellectually precocious child and to her recollection, was light years ahead of her half- brother when she was his age.  Consciously, she wanted to believe that her father, loved her just as much as she loved him, but subconsciously, she knew there was something different.  He was a boy.

“Mom, are you ok?” she asked when her mother was done.  Her mother had spent the better part of an hour explaining the math and science behind time travel.  Lorraine was smart, mathematically literate and was able to keep up for most of it, but she was not as well versed in physics so the parts she did not understand, she believed her mother was simply making up.

“I’m fine dear. I knew this would happen.  I should have been better prepared and I should have better prepared you.”

Lorraine would find out later that the tradition among previous time travelers was to find someone to impart the knowledge on at an age they can handle it and then go from there. By default, travelers chose daughters.  Lorraine would later, in her studies of the travelers, find out that her current situation was a rarity and how to choose a successor was not really discussed in The Book.

Her mother, still in a well-worn bathrobe, stood and shuffled to the hallway closet.  She retrieved a shoe box from the top shelf and brought it back to the table.  Lorraine wondered about the etiquette in such a situation.  How far should she let her go before just saying, “Mom, stop!” and go into a speech about how they were going to get her the help she needed.

Her mother showed her a series of pictures she had seen before, but now, in light of this conversation, had a whole new meaning.  There was a picture of her mother, young and just starting college herself.  In the picture, she is standing next to another woman and they are both in front of something that resembles a phone booth, shaking hands.

Her mother had told her it was something that she and an old college friend had built as a lark for Halloween, but she was now stressing that it was, in fact, a working time machine. She then showed her another photo with the woman standing with another woman in front of a similar booth.  They looked similar to each other.  Like twins, but one was a little older.  Picture after picture, sepia toned, black and white, faded color, instant, on and on.

It was starting to make sense to Lorraine even though a pile of pictures of women standing in front of what looked like a movie prop was still not entirely convincing.

Then her mother produced another small box from within the first box.  She grabbed a peach from the fruit bowl and placed the fruit in the smaller box.  She pressed a small red button.  Her mother, with shaking hands, then opened the box.  The peach was gone.

Lorraine shook her head.  Was this some sort of magic trick?  Was her mother now spending her days learning cheap tricks on Youtube?

“No, it was not a magic trick, Rainey and no, I am not losing my mind.” 

“Where is the peach?”

She could imagine her mother spending the day planning this but not.  Her mother does not do things like this.  She would not spend a day planning an elaborate practical joke. 

“Don’t think too hard about it, but I need you to look at this.”  Her mother said, and held up the first picture again.  There, in the picture was now a peach.  How?  If somehow her mother had sent the peach back through time, wouldn’t she then have always remembered there was a peach in the picture.  Somehow, Lorraine knew and understood that there was not a peach in the picture before and now there was.

“Everything that is and needs to be is always what has been.”

Lorraine looked at her mother a little more calmly now.  Maybe her mother was not losing her mind.  Maybe Lorraine was.

It took them two days to build the time machine and another six years for her to figure out what she was going to do.

Lorraine’s mother died two years after their talk at the breakfast nook. All the plans were made and she felt that they had said all that needed to be said.  Her mother’s last words were “Don’t do it.  Let me go.”

They had talked about it a number of times; the urge.  There was always an urge that time travelers got.  There was an urge to go forward, and back in time not for the sake of the project, but for personal reasons.  There was always the urge to alter some event in their lives and though there was no reason for them not to, the problem was developing an addiction and the desire to play God.  Altering time can be fun but then there are things to think about.

They had found that time was malleable, in a sense, but not infinite for each Traveler.  One could not cause horrendous damage, but given the urge, one could waste a great deal of time going back and forth, saving people who were dying or even going back in time to pay a bill they had forgotten.  The problem is that it is both delightfully simple and amazingly devoid of consequences.  There are very few things, short of personal recognizance, keeping a Traveler from abandoning the project and ruling the world.

With her mother gone, she was left to figure out the rest from The Book and make up some things on her own.

Chapter 2:  Down to the River

Ariadne Chin was the first of the rescued.  Mai, her mother, was raped.  Rape was not a word that was used very often in her mother’s world.  Mai he could see it about to happen.  Maybe she was partially to blame she would later think.  She should not have been out of her hut and wandering around with the sun going down but there was so much to do, and her own mother would angry if the washing had not been done. So, she had gone out into the fading light to finish the wash and gather water.

When she thought about it later, the men were no more dangerous than anything else she would face that night.  She was small and could very easily be taken by one of the large snakes that tended to hunt at night.  It had been warm out and when it was warm, the jaguars liked to hunt early in the evening for some reason.  It was not unusual for a snake or a jaguar to take a lamb or a calf this time of year; for them to come out of the shadows and drag an enticing little whining thing up into the trees.  She was barely bigger than they and an enterprising or hungry animal could take her rather easily.