Chronodopplers

Cloning was easy. Splicing in a group mind, significantly less so. Allowing that group mind to function when the nodes were spread up and down the time stream, impossible. But they did it.

Time travel itself, a different discipline with it’s own impossibilities was relevant to the creation of the ‘dopplers only in so much as their purpose was tied to it’s existence. Their method of communication did rely heavily on physics, but was tied to quantum entanglement, which turned out to have it’s own built in cross-time capabilities, and not to the issues of gravity and power which gave access to the time stream.

Entangling the ganglion in a ‘doppler tied to the group mind required sections of cerebral tissue be extracted, processed, and then re-implanted. Failure increased in likelihood each step along the way, which at best would leave you with a clone designed for, but unattached to the group mind, and at worst a corpse. Because the group mind could only support so many nodes at a time, a creche of unaltered dopplers was kept, ready to go through entanglement whenever an existing node went dark and needed to be replaced.

There were only two stem lines successfully bred for a group mind, both of them based on the x-chromosome. For historic reasons of placement and success, a y based line was continually sought, but had never been successfully developed. The power balance between men and women for so much of history was such it was more difficult to achieve the desired changes.

Lit Up

What we were
in the shadows of street lamps and neon,
multiplied and refracted by storefront windows,
by each others eyes,
could not maintain
beneath inspection and incandescence.

More Bandages, Please

Ideologies accrete like scales over shapes of fear, armored scabs cultivated in place of healing. We pick at them pathologically and start looking ever more like monsters.

With These Long Limbs

So many things in the world reaching.
Myself,
I am content,
In the dark hours of the morning,
To reach simply for you.

Holding

Hands intimately familiar
with the shape of her dreams;
the careful, hungry expanse
covering the whole of her future;
a passionate faith in who she was
and was to become.

Attend

She attended to the quiet in the world
And those who move quietly in it
She was a whisper
in a world of thunder
A carefully watching eye
at the center of the storm.

Entanglement

Breath tangled
like legs and fingers;
Light shone out
in the gentle dark
of a slivered moon:
All they were racing
to the transmit of pulse,
the bright mesh of joy.