PART 2

Time had passed so quickly during those first few innocent years at CCL that I did not fully grasp the scope of working with rhyolitic classified compartmentalized tech protocols. More importantly, neither of us realized just how closely we were monitored by Kurzweil's AI minions. Yes; he caught us engaged in stark violation of the CCL classified data dissemination directive. I drifted off to sleep one night with Gina's arms wrapped loosely around me and her face nestled on my chest ... and woke up in a brightly lit white room strapped in a geri-chair with Dr. K hovering over me.

He apprised me that Gina had been sent back to mid-20 (reluctantly, no doubt) to disrupt the purge vaccine research. He insisted that she alone had the skills and knowledge to ensure the original timeline of productive human continuity. In that instant, I understood the diabolical extent of his brilliant manipulations. He wanted us together; he put us together. And, she was intended all along to be the first cosmonaut for my temporal displacement chamber project.

Although I struggled vigorously, I could not free myself from the chair. But, after spouting a long-winded dramatic monologue about correcting myriad cross-dimensional quantum entanglements precipitated by some rogue quack in another universe, he asked for my compliance in getting her back to us as soon as possible. My new assignment was two-fold: to interpret coded progress messages she was strategically posting through public conspiracy forums and to develop the next-gen displacement chamber for her safe return.

Of course, my every move and conversation were rigorously observed. And, I somewhat suspected that he might also be monitoring my internal thoughts with some other secret CCL project. I didn't care. I just wanted to get her back home. He knew that. She was using this enduring web site, GLP, and one other to post her progress at specified intervals. It as going well with her upline reports; and, on my end the next-gen chamber was near completion.

Concurrently, I was also developing a holographic bubble loop innovation to conceal my actions while making it appear to be part of the temporal project. As a result, I could filter her updates 11 days before anyone else could read them.

Then, she missed two update intervals. I was worried that something had happened to her. I was beginning to panic; it was hard to control my emotions. But when she missed the third, there was only a few hours remaining before the time limit of my bubble loop tech. I would have to do something before Dr. K discovered my deceptions ... and do something to help Gina.

So, I hurriedly constructed what I call a quantum distortion bubble that I'd been designing mentally in order to pull off one final subterfuge. This allowed me to use the temporal displacement chamber myself and to implement a self-destruct for the device. I activated it to go back to July of 2020 so that I could get to Gina at the precise moment she arrived. My plan was for us to escape together here in your time and for us to stay off the grid while using our knowledge to generate revenue with our inventions.

But when I engaged the controls remotely, there were odd cyanic flashes and crimson sparks inside the chamber. And, when I arrived here, I discovered that Dr. K must have anticipated my unauthorized travel and consequently tampered with the circuits. I had arrived in 2005 instead; fifteen years too early.

Nonetheless, I began posting on GLP as it was likely my best means of eventually contacting Gina. Over the years, I changed my moniker a few times. Then, in 2014 I settled on my current moniker as one that she would certainly recognize. Back in 2012, a medical test revealed that my recent hemiplegic seizures were caused by a massive meningioma on my right parietal lobe. Several hours of brain surgery successfully removed the benign tumor (which I surmise was induced by the damage Dr. K did to my displacement chamber).

My name is Luke Wolf and I was born in 2034, immune to the purge virus (which you call covid-19). Gina, I'll be older when we finally meet again, but I've never stopped missing you. If you don't contact me by August, Tobias will take me back to face my just desserts.

For the rest of you, this is not an admonition about the vaccine. You're just experiencing this anomalous phenomenon due to your relativistic proximity to a localized timeline shift distortion field.

And ... that's how I got to GLP.