The Omniscient Typewriter

Whilst Kram continued with his daily prattle, Dexler noticed a strange green light starting to emanate from the corner of the room. At first a flicker, then for some seconds it lingered, fading quickly, only to disappear entirely...

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"…One can't help being part of a time loop, you see. Gordon? GORDON! Are you listening to me?"

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"Er... what? Sorry, yes? Yes... Did you not see? The light…" Gordon rambled, still distracted, absorbed in that which he could not comprehend.

Suddenly, the whisky started to glow a striking green, and refracting shards of light danced around the glass. He averted his eyes back towards the corner of the room, and a pulsating green hue had returned. But this time, something seemed to be materialising through it. He could see shapes! Dexler sat there agape, his eyes widening in disbelief.

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The light shone brighter and brighter until a sudden flash changed the room’s interior space into an all-encompassing flat white material. The room stayed empty for what seemed like an eternity. As the room slowly became visible again, Dexler could see Kram kneeling on the floor, transfixed on the corner of the room, where there stood a figure of a man.

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Standing tall and slender, he wore a very simple cut black outfit. He stood there looking into some sort of handheld device, the screen illuminating and bathing his face in an array of bright lights. After a little while, the man finally spoke.

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"Ah, yes, this is it! The correct time/space coordinates." He slowly turned his eyes up to the two figures in front of him, reflecting their gaze and smiling, "Ah, you must be Reldas Kram."