That's what I thought in Normal entries

I don’t know, it sounded better in my head. Don’t cell phones make movies out of internal thoughts? Or was that a typo for eternal? I don’t know, auto correct could change the language, any language. I wonder what it does in, say, Japanese, where inflection often has meaning, a different meaning than just the phonetics. Or say Hebrew, does it sometimes right it left to right?

All of that aside this flash was a cooler concept than the flash it became. Two new reasons I’ve found recently to be embarrassed; Having stupid enemies and wresting the potential from a flash and dashing it on the rocks. Anyhow here it is, it won’t make my enemies any smarter.

“God Dammit, which time line is this? Which one?”
“This one.”
“Yes, this one, which is it?”
“This one.”
“I will kill you, yes, this one, which is it?”
“You could kill me, you could kill me everytime, you could kill me all day long, but you didn’t, you haven’t, I think you never will. You’re asking the wrong question, but the answer to the wrong question is always going to be ‘This one.’”
“Yeah, don’t put your pension on never will old man, you humor me and I’ll humor you, and if you’re funny enough I won’t shoot you again this time. What’s the right question?”
“How is the right question, how’d we get to this future.”
“You know good and god damned well how …”
“This one. How’d we get to this one this time this now.”
“You, me, that one gerbil and the Shepard/husky mix with the white boots time travel, that’s how, the specifics … I never understand when you tell me the specifics.”
“Huh. Yeah. That’s not the how I mean. We’ve been to the different futures, that’s why you’re holding a gun on me and asking which one. How did we get to this one this one this time is … a more interesting question.”
“Maybe to you. Me I wanna know which butterfly not to step on. I still don’t get how fido and ratzo don’t chew on a butterfly.”
“Wow. I always forget you’re not a real idiot. Intuition. If your question was ‘Why me?’ meaning, um, why you, intuition would be the answer. I want to show you something.”
“The timeline? Christ I’m weary.”
“Sort of. This.”
“A butterfly in a jar. Great, this is a future where they’ve put you in the nuthouse.”
“It’s not a butterfly. It’s THE butterfly. And it’s the short answer to how we’re here, at this future.”
“What?”
“The butterfly effect, assuming someone isn’t me, you, Daphne (that’s what the dog’s tag says) or fluffy (in one past fluffy was my grand-neices third grade class gerbil) the butterfly effect is something like ‘A butterfly flaps his wings in brazil and a tsunami hits the coast of japan. For us it’s the same with the added dimension of time. All the butterflies in brazil are always flapping their fucking wings without tsunami’s hitting. The theory is very sound, in theory, the mistake is the assumption of randomness. This is the fucking butterfly. Oh, and the non technical version of how you and me and daphne and fluffy travel, is because of this butterfly.”
“The fuck. Get me a drink or drugs or something will you?”
“Sideboard get them yourself.”
“Fucker.”
“So I found him and he brought us here to this one, this time, now.”
“Why? Shit, ok, How?”
“I made him. Look outside.”
“Beuatiful.”
“Yes, a utopia.”
“Where’s everybody else?”
“Daphne is in the backyard, and fluffy is … around.”
“I meant other people, and, I guess, dogs, gerbils … butterflies.”
“My utopia.”
“I will kill you.”
“So you keep saying. We’re not staying here, or, I’m not. I made the butterfly lead to this place so it exists, it’s a refuge, a retirement plan, a place to come when shit gets real. “