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My name is Talus Proteus. Back in 2210 before they sent me rocketing towards a black hole as punishment for my nefarious deeds, I was considered the foremost criminal genius this side of the galaxy. Now I'm stuck in a time paradox between worlds...not that this prevents me from annihilating YOUR world.
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Talus Proteus: How I came to be.
...written on 2005-03-28, @ 8:38 p.m.
I escaped in a most ingenious way. I didn't try to flee the pod. That would have been impossible. I had already entered the hole's gravitational pull. The only option I had, however slim, was to set a course directly through the worm hole.
Small as my craft was, I had to plot my course so the ship would pass directly through the origin of the black hole--a point no bigger than my thumb. If my ship entered at any other angle than the perfect center, if it was more than a thousand plancks off, my jettison pod and I would be ripped apart on an atomic level: protons, neutrons, electrons, all scattered throughout the vastness of space and time.
As I approached the hole its perimeter began to tug at my craft from any angle possible. Traveling at near light speeds, trying to stay on course, attempting to punch my ship into a hole the size of a thimble--a hole that was a galaxy away--my chances were literally non-existent. Incalculable.
I had no chance in heaven or hell of making it. But somehow--I don't know how--I found the entrance and slipped through the cracks between both.
Time slowed down. I began to shrink and compress along with the ship. And finally, in the middle of eternity, time stopped and I became infinite. I became pure energy, part of the very fabric of space-time itself. It took me a while to realize what had happened. Centuries perhaps. Then it took me millenia to figure out how to control it. Once I did, I returned here, to this world. It is not the same world I came from. It is not as developed. Perhaps it is a time from the past. Perhaps it is a different reality all together. I am still there, in that hole. And I am here. Now and then. Perhaps I was scattered across space-time. But my consciousness remains in control of every bit of me.
And what's more surprising, just as I was in control of my immediate surroundings when I was finite, so now do I retain that control as an infinite being. I am a false god, cast out from my home, weaving the tapestry from which I was wraught. Do you understand? I am an enigma. An aberration in God's perfect plan.
Once they called me a genius. then they murdered me out of fear of my power, just as Daedalus did to his nephew Talus. But I am changed. I am not Alpha and Omega.
I am Talus Proteus.