McCord was getting a kick out of hanging out in Eva’s brain. Presently, he did something spectacular. He projected my voice and said, telepathically, “She’s an idiot.”
I heard that in McCord’s voice—and I was thrilled! My theories were all coming together, and I was becoming increasingly assured that telepathy would become a part of the future—perhaps sooner than I might’ve otherwise thought.
When McCord told me he’d sent that message on purpose, I asked him to try projecting something in Eva’s voice. So he projected Eva’s voice: I heard this, “She’s naked,” in Hitler’s voice! So what was going on? McCord must’ve tapped into some future vein because he projected a female voice, and that person must’ve projected the idea of Hitler when they said that “She was naked.” That’s what kept the thought between me and this futuristic soul (who might’ve been just a kid) because nobody would respond to something negative unless they knew that the message encoded something else. But the rub was this: to open the message they would have to project the idea of Hitler back in the same voice that they heard it in—that was the only way to talk back—and, when this pure individual from the future heard or saw the image of Hitler in their mind’s eye, they would know that somebody was trying to intercept the message by effectively changing their address when they projected Hitler’s voice.
Anyhow, McCord was learning, and, because of that, he had potential; that potential would attract others in the same way that a wave would be attracted to an area of lesser potential, such as a big negative number.
I explained to McCord, then, that in the distant future, humans would be able to do what their phones do telepathically. I argued that people were already going in that direction when they used their phones, and that it was only a matter of time before people began to internalize that. It was a brave future ahead, indeed!
Now, the thing about Pervitin is that you don’t want to come down off it—you want to keep the high going forever, even if you could turn to alcohol or barbiturates to overcome the side-effects. Furthermore, you didn’t want to eat. If you were taking Pervitin, which is a methamphetamine, you didn’t want to lose sight of the amazing thoughts you were having, and the amazing thoughts you were about to have. If you allowed yourself to come down, everything you managed to think about while under the influence could be forgotten—or lose it’s meaning. Eva, according to McCord, would sometimes stay up with Hiter when he was chasing the dragon, no matter how much nonsense he was talking. Therefore Eva could pick up on thoughts from the future through Hitler’s drug saturated brain—even if those thoughts came with a price; the sender, more than likely, was also getting high, and, in so doing, accessing the chemicals that changed our address and made it possible to snoop on others. Some thoughts, however, might have vetoed Hitler when they were sent by the careful and conscious decision making that came from coming down. Talented minds from the future might’ve figured out that something was wrong and changed their thinking and or their delivery such that Hitler was blocked out of the message, and the message, by default, went to the next possible person(s) in that range—one of whom might’ve been Eva.