A Brief Future Of Time

Audio Log 2: The Polymerous Pathology Paradigm

"Audio Log Entry #4204"

"April 18, 2150"

"Since my previous update, not much has changed in my condition. But there have been a few important things that have come up in the meantime. For one, the death squad raids have been imminent. "What are they in the first place?" you ask, skeptical listener, well allow me to explain. This is a time in which humans are no longer "humans" in a general sense. Most of them take specifically synthesized DNA altering drugs which, of all obviousness, alter their DNA." 

"No surprise there, Sherlock!"

"Will you excuse me, this is MY audio log!!"

"Fine, continue!"

"That was Michael Connor,  son of John Connor, the messiah, who was a key figure in the war against Skynet after it turned the metaphorical tables and assumed control of the world and sought to eradicate mankind. It was defeated after John himself sent Kyle Reese to the past, of the same timeline, to defeat a cybernetic organism dubbed "terminator" which was also sent back in time to kill Sarah Connor, who was actually the mother of John Connor... Dear Lord! That's why time travel is not advocated. It's really really complicated. One mistake and you set off an endless chain reaction."

"Well, If dad was alive, he surely would have prevented the events that took place in 2034!"

"Let's not dwell on the past, now Mike, there's not much we can do now, is there?"

"For starters, we could time travel back and.."

"NO!! That's not the solution to everything Mike! We had this discussion countless times!"

"Sure, now why don't we just sit here and give people of the past a live commentary so that they can be more confused and worried about the future than they already are!"

"Okay, now that's just Reductio Ad Ridiculum."

"Get this, Smart Guy, speaking a long-dead language doesn't help in an argument."

"Au Contraire, Mon Ami. Reductio Ad Ridiculum is the logical fallacy of extending a person's argument to ridiculous proportions and criticizing the result, and I do not appreciate it!"

"Fine, idiot, go ahead and continue your little rant."

"It's not a rant, it's an audio log, and by the way, this "idiot" holds the fate of the entire race in his hands."

"Huh! Quite a comeback! If we put our fate in your hands, we must all be stupid!"

"All, meaning the human race, correct? Including Einstein and Tesla?"

"I don't really know who they are, but yes."

"That's Reducto Ad Absurdium, the form of argument in which one proves a point by demonstrating that the truth of its negation leads logically, to an absurd consequence, and hence you are disproven again. You're welcome!"

"Just get ahead with your rant..Audio Log."

"As I was saying, before taking a massive diversion, Humans started altering their DNA to enhance a particular part of their body, to improve it's capabilities and functionalities to it's fullest potential, for example, you could get Eagle Vision, quite literally, or the ability to breathe underwater."

"As logic dictates, these upgrades instantly became a fad and were used so intensively that the whole human population split into different sects.Infamously, The Chaste and The Transmute, two such sects, came to be at loggerheads with each other. In the hierarchy that developed over time, in this time,  those who held the opinion of not "playing God" and to stop the usage and production of the trans-morphing serums, called "Ambrosia" (Ironic or not, I leave that to you.) found themselves at the bottom of the pecking-order, partly because of their minority and partly due to the prevalence of science over religion in the 22nd century."

"Also, The Chaste and The Transmute are only two-thirds of the story. There is also another sect of people who are a nanotechnologically-augmented..."

"Cyborgs: Half-Human , Half-Robot beings. You sure have a thing for highly technological mumbo-jumbo."

"I owe that to my scientific background, Thanks. Anyway, as I was saying, before I was uncouthly conscripted to diverge from the proposition..."

"Translation: "Before I was interrupted.""

"The scenario was pretty twisted as it is, but to add to that, the emergence of "The Mech-Men" only complicated things. Now, there are three different groups of "Humans" in-fighting for global dominance, and since The Chaste were the numerical minority, they were forced to retreat into the remote hideouts and resort to guerrilla tactics for survival."

"Death squads, or hunting parties comprising of 2 bulky defensive units and 6-8 agile, and offensive ones, often make rounds to locate and exterminate colonies of other sects. And though I am not entirely human,  due to disembodiment of my cellular apparatus prior to a chrono-jump, I was found and sheltered by The Chaste, and I am at one of their underground colonies. The co-ordinates of my location are-"

"STOP! Someone could possibly be intercepting our signals, if you give away our location, we stand to lose everything. Just finish your log with before you spark any more debates in the past. And could you do it without giving away more critical intel please? "

"Alright! This is Sebastian Dawson, a supernaturally sentient being and a Nobel Prize winner in Chrono-Physics, requesting assistance. Will transmit details when a secure method is found."

"You didn't win a Nobel Prize!"

"You can't say that, I am a time traveler, remember!"

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