his hands were shaking when he gave her his keys
That was what Hitler heard—which I heard being spoken in the sound of my natural voice; it was, in effect, Hitler’s thought; I wondered who would be saying such a thing, and, since the thought was channeled through Hitler’s brain, I also wondered who was doing the talking.
Now, since voices from the future often come in female voices (indeed, these voices are addressed, originally, at their mother’s address), I assumed that somebody that was talented but a little on the jerk side was passing on thoughts that they had; even this jerk, however, no doubt knew that Hitler became something evil, and so I suspected that the thought was intended for me, and, since I filtered it out, it went by default to the next person in range.
So, who was he? Who was she? Why was he shaking, and why did he give her his keys?
I assumed that he was Hitler and or this second tier person from the future, and they were just pointing out, or thinking about, the fact that Hitler was shaking from all his Pervitin and he, basically, had given his doctor the keys to his brain. Hitler couldn’t make this inference, however; he heard the thought, didn’t recognize it, and thought, instead, that it was time for his oxycodone. He certainly wasn’t going to drive himself crazy trying to figure out the laws of telepathy—he probably didn’t even know that telepathy was real, across both time and space.
But what else could it mean? Maybe this person from the future, call him the Gaugin of the future, was a little too sure of himself now that he’d been given access (through villainy, no doubt) to thoughts that we, as a human collective, were thinking.
“What, then, am I supposed to do?” That was something that I heard in the sound of Hitler’s voice, so it could have been the good part of this Gaugin from the future in his determination to push through a hangover or rejection—looking after himself. I tried projecting this thought in the sound of Hitler’s natural voice, my narrator, as it were, and I got this:
it’s the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
that was a line from a popular song that was sung when I was in my twenties, or something like that: in my experience, memory, when you age, is not always linear—it seems to function, in part, on association.
I wondered, then: did the thought in Hitler’s head come from that song in the future, or had he, in his euphoric state, passed the thought forward?
Was it run-off from all the real things I was thinking? Was it some bigshot from the past (before Hitler) trying to reach me and missing my address by just a little bit? Was it addressed to me and I filtered it out, leaving it to the next available person in range?
then Hitler heard the thought (as opposed to projecting his voice in the creation of a thought) from the same band:
that’s me in the corner—that’s me in the spotlight, losing my religion
the song, I always assumed, was about a person struggling with the fact that they were gay, so why was Hitler having that thought?
I don’t think that Hitler was gay.
so maybe it was someone in the future filtering me out—I was from the past, so, naturally, I wasn’t advanced or efficient as telepaths from the future, and I’m sure there were times when I tried a little too hard to tap into that—maybe I wanted to be in the future a little bit too much