Quantum Bullshit

Humanity is hopeless.

Unwritten rules stand tall above all of society. Do not think, for the mind is a dangerous weapon. Do not speak, for words are sharp like swords. Better learn now, kids... free thought is a mere bullet sending you to an early grave.

All theory is relative anyway.

Now I'm not much of a conspirator. It doesn't do to dwell on the unknown... if it doesn't affect you, that is. Rather than question why, I'd sooner ask what... the fuck that has to do with me. The government is hiding vital information? 9/11 was an 'inside job'? Illuminat-my problem.

But humans tend to question everything. Some do it because they're directly involved. Some because they need to find something to occupy their time with, besides W.O.W and begging their mother to make their favorite meal that night. Others don't pay much attention to the smaller things... but toss on a mask and go protest the more important shit.

Good for you. Accomplish the irrelevant. Some of us have bigger fish to fry.

So let me pull out my revolver here; shoot a few rounds into the flesh of my own fucked up life. I want the information to flood out like a waterfall of blood, draining down until I'm satisfied. My attempts might end up fruitless; the wounds nothing but a hopeless, gory mess. But we all know I'll find a way... to twist these theories in my favor.



No one really gives a fuck about Canada. It's the social outcast to America's obnoxious jock. They mind their own business, for the most part, and have their own 'code'. Which I suppose can be a good thing. I don't know where people got the 'kindness' thing from, though. Canadians, especially French-Canadians, are total assholes. Case-in-point: Brett Carson.

Any time he and I worked together, it was similar to adding oil to a fire. We, uh, didn't mix well. And our dramatics increased ten-fold. This was proven during my last match, as well as before it. The fucker got us kicked out of a rather historical landmark (him most likely banned because he's an imbecile).... and then during our match, he decided to go and injure Neptune. Not only did I basically stand back and watch him literally prove nothing to everyone watching... but he had the gall to be angry with me for not helping him out when Mattaki finally came down to help. Carson deserved that foot to his face...

And I couldn't care less what happens to him, or the rest of the Orphanage, from now on... it's not my problem.

"More important things..." I mumbled to myself. Most likely a few times. I was tired... hadn't slept well, as my mind had been running a mile a minute. At points... I could barely keep my eyes open.

But this was no time to take a nap. I had training to do for this match. And at that particular instance, it wasn't physical. No... you see, my opponent at Heatstroke was indeed physically fit... but he excelled far more in mentality. At least recently. His past was all... from my point of view... a game he played. A pathological liar, and a sociopathic asshole.

Somehow... that was rather enthralling in itself.

Judas had made it abundantly clear that he was interested in allowing me into his world. But the man's ego didn't allow him to see past his own desire. He treated me as though I was so far below him. As though I was his puppet. And there was no way in hell that I would ever allow that to happen. I had Jen for that....

"HIYA CERA BEAR!"

"AGH!" Speak of the devil and she shall rise from fire and brimstone, screaming in your goddamn ear. Whirling to confront my uh 'manager', Jen Ryette, I scowled slightly and hissed, "You idiot, are you trying to get us kicked out of another Canadian spot?"

"Wut? Why would I ever do that??"

"Because you're fucking shouting in a library, you moron."

"Teeeccchnicallyyyy it's a bibliotheque..."

Calm.

"I don't care about technicalities Jen... have you found anything in your section?"

We'd decided to visit one of the oldest libraries... oh, sorry, bibliotheques... in Canada. Rows upon rows of books, huge cases of them, stared me in the face. But there was only one thing on my mind; finding out everything I could about Judas fucking Dathyn.

Oh, I knew who he was. At least, the persona he put forth for the couple years I knew and worked with him. Well, worked in the same company. Usually I tried to avoid the jackass at all costs, with no help from Jen, who was all over his dick like a fat kid on cake.

"I found a couple books on shiz like time travel and immortality... how 'bout you?"

A smirk crawled upon my face... "Oh, I found something similar but far more intriguing. It's called Quantum Immortality. And it's a fun read..."

Efficient.

Soon we were sitting at a table in the far back of the bibliotheque, pouring over these books. She pointed out a few inaccuracies here and there, while I pointed out a few... 'similarities'. But again, these theories... everything we thought of... all of it was relative. And it was getting us nowhere. At least a couple of hours passed......

Relentless.


"So it's like quackdom suicide then?"

"Qua... you're trying way too hard to annoy me, Jen."

"But ain't me tryin' so hard annoying in itself?" She shot me a sweet smile, which I rolled my eyes at, before responding curtly.

"I assume you know about Schrodinger and his cat... it's very similar to that..." I pause, eyeing the book in front of me. "It's basically the idea that you build this kind of device to kill yourself with... rig it to kill you automatically at some point in time... and essentially you become the cat in the aforementioned theory."

"And then ya add in some of that fun lil 'other-worlds' theory!" Jen exclaimed, obviously enjoying this conversation. "So when the suicide machine thingy goes off, BOOM, the universe is split and in one world you died... but in the other... you're still alive! Whooaaaa..."

"Exactly." My eyes darkened slightly as I continued reading the page I was on. I continued the thought dazedly, "You can even go as far as saying that.... that makes one immortal..."

"Quantum Immortality!" My manager grinned brightly, looking quite proud of herself. My eyes narrowed even more as I closed the book in front of me.

"Problem is, following the ideology of this theory... everyone would be immortal. You supposedly die, everyone sees it happen, but really you're just alive in another universe. And it goes on like that forever."

"Kinda seems a lil lonely..." Jen replied, the grin fading. "Ta be the only one you know alive, since they all die but you live, at least from your perspective..."

"Maybe..."

"What's even freakier is if somebody remembered livin' in all these iterations... and knew about their immortality..." Jen mused absently, as my body tensed up. I stared at the other woman sitting casually at the table, as my thoughts began running a mile a minute. But I shook it off and cleared my throat, piling up all of the books.

"Anyway. This stuff isn't getting us anywhere right now, and I don't feel right just, uh, asking questions. It's fine to have theories, but those mean nothing without logical evidence behind them. That's your job to dig that up."

"Yup! I look up facts ta back our quantum bullshiz, and you just kick some booty."

"If that's how it goes..."

"It's gonna have ta, Cera Bear. From what I've seen, Dathyn-san ain't nothin' to cough at how he is right meow..."

"Well, I'll just have to push a little harder to get what I want then..." I drummed my fingers on the table with a slight frown, before getting to my feet to return the books to their rightful places (because I'm a good fucking citizen). As I was putting one of the books back in the bookshelf, Jen twirled up next to me and cheerily responded to my previous comment...

"Too bad what you want doesn't go along with Judy-kun's plans!"

Twitch.

"So ya should really stop while you're ahead, cuz it's all hopele--"

BAM!!!

Assault.

I slammed Jen into one of the tall bookshelves, keeping a tight grip on her small neck. The small Asian looked semi-startled at first, before grinning mischievously at me.

"My my, Cera. It's such a public place ta be doin' somethin' like th--oof!"

My fist slammed into her stomach, and I let go of her neck, watching the small Asian slide down in pain. As she did so, I spoke slowly, calmly...

"His 'plans' aren't my problem..." Casually flipping out my lighter, along with a single cigarette, I lit up as I continued. "This isn't his game to win. And perhaps it isn't mine, either. Sometimes, to achieve something... you have to alter the rules a bit... allow someone else to share the mountain that you stand upon. To gain one thing, you have to sacrifice another. Even if that means sacrificing your pride..."

Jen looked up at me thoughtfully, one hand on her neck and the other on her stomach. After taking a drag on my cigarette, I yanked my manager up to her feet and blew the smoke in the air. After a moment of collecting herself, Ryette was about to respond to me... when suddenly a guard stormed over. Within minutes we'd been thrown out. For smoking. I was kicked out of a fucking library for lighting up.....

"Typical..." I growled, throwing the butt on the ground and stomping on it. Jen giggled and started skipping away from the bibliotheque.

"C'mon, Cera Bear. We have even more trainin' to do in the hotel!" She winked at me, rubbing her neck again, before skipping forward. I watched her head to our rental car, a frown painted on my face, as I started following. But something told me to ask what she meant. "Hm? Oh... well... nothin's a secret when ya got Jenny on the case. And le's just say... Judas Dathyn is exactly who... or what... I thought he was."

I had no idea what she was on about. But when Jen started talking like that... I knew there was something relevant to be said. So I followed her to the car, ready to do some more mental training on my opponent. No. Not just my opponent... my potential future; good or bad. I would not allow this opportunity to slip through my fingers. But even then, whether it be Dathyn or anyone else...

I'd make sure anyone who stood in the way of my goals... learns their place.


"Teamwork is the ability to work together toward a common vision. The ability to direct individual accomplishments toward organizational objectives. It is the fuel that allows common people to attain uncommon results..."

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