Mark McCord was worried that the drugs Hitler was putting into his body would be bad for Regina. Would Hitler’s drug induced mania affect her thoughts, and, if he could affect her thoughts, could he affect her actions, or her health? Mark was still trying to come to terms with some of the things Hitler thought about. According to Regina, he believed that he had been born on another planet and that person, the alien, lived a long time, if not forever, and would occasionally go to earth and play a part to clean up the chaos that people were experiencing due to people—many of whom had come, from this other planet, to die on earth (where death was inevitable), that lived unhealthy and anti-productive lives, lives that scribbled all over the cosmos until you were dead.
In Hitler’s mind, then, he’d come from a planet on the other side of the sun—around and or through the sun, and that planet was part of the earth neighborhood. There were a couple other planets in the mix, but earth was the planet where people lived really short lives. The sun, on the other side of the sun, was actually a white dwarf, and the white dwarf radiation was different; it kept you alive longer; it wasn’t an outlet for the whole cosmic neighborhood; only new stars, like the sun, were like that.
Mark secretly wondered if any of this could be true, for Hitler’s mind had gone to no end to rationalize his place in the cosmos—and the “cleaning” or the “harvesting” that he had been instructed to do. But of course this was nonsense—the product of a mind losing sleep and fueled by methamphetamines that could counteract the depression and anxiety that follows cocaine use. Mark realized, then, that if he allowed himself to believe any of this—that is to say, if he thought that earth was a dump and Hitler’s home planet was the top of the food chain, then that made him racist. But Mark, didn’t go around making up songs about “nigger-ria” any more. He’d vacated those beliefs and the person that was left over did his best to offset any harm that his former self might’ve caused. At least he didn’t think and behave like that when he was around his kids—and, now that he didn’t behave like that, he wanted to make those kids a reality.
He was a little worried, however, that Hitler might sneak into his children through Regina’s position in Hitler’s head. But what could he do? He sometimes wished that he could go with Regina on her trips, but he didn’t want the risperidone to do unforeseen things like reduce his testosterone or make him grow breasts. Furthermore, other people that took risperidone never reported anything strange—which meant that it was unlikely that they were tripping through time, or, if they were, they must’ve liked it. But what would happen to a person that wasn’t mentally imbalanced? What would happen if you took risperidone and you didn’t need it? Mark vowed he’d never find out, but, now that Regina was committed to changing her future, her future, as opposed to the history of a nation, he was feeling a little left out. He considered taking risperidone, then, because, if Regina was really into it, and, he reminded himself, Regina could have tried something different than risperidone if she wanted, then he might be thrilled, too.
But how was his body going to fit into the past while he was busy listening in on some other infamous Nazi? How did that work? According to Regina, your body, and an ancestor’s body—or even someone you simply had a lot of confidence in, merged—your body existed as a superposition of your body and this other person’s body. You were hidden behind the light they reflected, but you were really there when you tripped. What’s more, you could interact with this other body, doing things differently than they might otherwise have been done, as long as you didn’t pervert the course of history that led to the present as we know it. It was a win-win situation for everybody but Hitler, who was doomed to alienation and suicide—that was the price he paid for making his mark on the course of history—everybody knew the he and his wife would kill themselves, and that couldn’t change.