November 22nd, 2552 – Me, Myself, and I
Escape Pilot Kat James Reporting
We had some visitors this evening. They just kind of showed up next to my hammock and began talking all at once. It was great- Tower and I were talking about heading back to our ‘colony world’ for supplies and then I was there in triplicate before I could answer.
I finally understood one of the laws of Physics Fipps was trying to teach all us time-traveling pilot types. – You can’t be in the same space as a previous or future self… just… don’t.
All I can say is I can be kinda pushy when I want to be heard.
It doesn’t help that the Old One and the New Improved Old One had two very different messages to deliver. All I know is I don’t seem to like me, well Older Me doesn’t like New Improved Older me. Then again, both of them seem to think that I need to be protected so there is that.
I came to after they’d left and Tower was icing his knuckles. I always said I have a hard head and told him as much.
He laughed and shook his head. “It’s not your head I’m worried about.” He paused and sighed. “Okay, it is your head, but it’s the future yous I’m worried about – they are so… different. And demanding.”
The only thing all four of us could agree on was that we wanted to keep all of this between Tower and me(s). I don’t think our passengers are ready for a pilot who does actually talk to herself and get very different answers from very different points of view.
I tried asking Tower questions about the parts I couldn’t remember but it didn’t take me long to realize that the older ones had put some sort of injunction on him. What I can’t remember, I’m not supposed to remember.
It took several tries to figure out whatever he wasn’t allowed to tell, but I was able to get enough information to confirm my suspicions: there is a lot more going on that meets the eye.
I just have to watch and wait. In the meantime, I left some new schematics for me to review.
Yeah, they can’t tell me what’s coming, but they can help me reverse engineer a ship, go figure.