After quantum theoretician Ben Hill’s time travel/wormhole project is shut down by the frugal government, he realizes where it all might have gone awry, which triggers one iteration after another of better and better (or maybe darker and darker) lives.
I bought the qubit microscope. It was just sitting there, forgotten after the inquiries started. I scanned my own brain and noticed the telltale quantum irregularities we had only seen in the hart of the collider. Which meant the crazies on the internet were right: our brains are quantum computers.

It also meant something else very, very important. If we used quantum particles to think, we must be entangled with quantum particles somewhere else. Of somewhen else. Suddenly the whole doomed Project offered up a small ray of hope, but in an entirely new direction. We would never be able to send a person back in time, but I might be able to send information back.

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  1. “To Dream of Future Yesterdays” by Paul Siluch, in Still Out of Time, by Janet Guy et al., Unknown Publisher, November 2014 [e-book].
    2. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . written by Paul Siluch