2020 vision

8/4/2016 Yukon province, Canada

Four years ago, in the summer of 2012, Phil Turoff was preparing for his sophomore year at MIT. No major had been declared, and he still wasn't sure where he was going with his life, but after scoring a perfect 800 on the math section of the SAT his senior year in high school all the big name schools wanted him. A New England kid, he decided on MIT.

It was weird, he'd always been a hard working student but not a genius by any means. But the night before the SAT, he dreamed of taking the test, vividly. All the questions were the same the next morning, and he knew all the answers.

So he went to MIT in the fall of 2011 with a vague interest in psychic phenomena. He thought there might be some relation to quantum physics, but he was interested in neuroscience as well. Anyway, in his freshman year he was confronted with the reality that all the kids around him were much better than him at math and science, much smarter. He was in the bottom quarter of the class but managed to pass all his classes.

In the summer of 2012, he wasn't really looking forward to going back to college. His attitude was deflated, the expectation of a second psychic experience giving way to disbelief.

Then, in early August it happened. And it was concerning to say the least.

He wasn't sleeping like the first time, he was actually pretty drunk with some friends at a party. In the bathroom, while relieving himself at the toilet, his consciousness made a break for a different reality.

He found himself in Boston, but it wasn't Boston. It was a wasteland. The streets were empty. Finally, he turned to his left and saw a man with a long white beard, wearing a cloth robe and holding a staff.

The man spoke, "You're one of the very few who can get this far ahead, you know?"

"Where am I?! What happened?!"

"Well in terms of time as you are accustomed to tracking it, it is the year 2020."

"2020? But-"

"Just listen, kid you won't be here long. It's 2020, yes. I have to explain this quickly. The last eight years have been filled with turmoil. The last 20 years really. But since 2012, here's what happened. Israel bombed Iran preemptively, this was followed by a nuclear bomb in Chicago. The bomb was traced back to Pakistan." The landscape blurred and faded. "You're fading! No more time for stories! You can master time travel! You must go all the way back to 2000 and stop 9/11! That was the critical event! It's a mental not a physic-"

Phil found himself back in the bathroom, trembling. Was that real? Who was that guy? It seemed real. As he wondered a thin page of a book fluttered into the bathroom through an open window. He picked it up. It was a page out of some bible, a biography of Moses, author of the old testament. He got chills as he came to the stark realization he just had a conversation with the great prophet.

He left the party, he left his life. Moved by a drive he interpreted as the force of God, Phil faked his own death and made his way out to the middle of nowhere in Canada. The date today was 8/4/2016. The world was in turmoil. But he'd made breakthroughs, and it was time to attempt the jump back to the year 2000.

It was a risk. But his intuition guided him.

He looked at the table in front of him. On top of it was the hollow skull of a polar bear, filled with snow. He picked up the knife. He slashed his wrist and buried his head in the snow of the skull. Holding the thought in his head, the memory that happened 16 years ago to the day. A strong, emotional memory. A day beside his father at the hospital, on his very last day before dying of cancer. Phil Turoff's conscious faded from the present as blood drained and his head froze.

Moses told him that time travel was mental, not physical. Thought particles are more consistent, faster moving, and coherent than physical particles. So he'd theorized about the mysteries of the mind through four years of isolation and thought experiment. He'd realized that accepting his divine purpose was important. He'd realized that the mind is made of light, which comes from the sun, so traveling would be easiest if going to the same date of a different year. Relation to the sun. And he buried his mind in ice to freeze the physical make up of his dying wish, which would enhance the thought form itself.

The preparation was enough, his will was strong. And the execution was perfect.

He woke up on 8/4/2000, as a nine year old, with full knowledge of what was to come.

ok I give up. Is the reason your thread is empty because we will not make it past 2012?

Originally posted by gaurdian2012
ok I give up. Is the reason your thread is empty because we will not make it past 2012?

Posted blank by accident it's there now, sorry.

great story many interesting points and kind of believable up to a certain point as shown below

Originally posted by MassOccurs

He woke up on 8/4/2000, with full knowledge of what was to come.

edit on 8-8-2012 by MassOccurs because: (no reason given)

you need to add this line at the end :

and no way of stopping it............................

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This here is just the first chapter.

I bet he witnessed this experience in perfect 20/20.