208 To Think Differently (2/2)

It is a form of brainwashing. Something that I dislike greatly due to it breeching my principle. It also is not the same as what I did to Pauline, as I am not altering her original personality or memory.

I am merely fabricating a temporal persona that I can use for one thing or another.

And when this is all over, I will restore her to her original persona.

I might even give her back her child as well, as it wouldn't take much effort on my part.

But it does beg the question of whether a temporal clone has a soul or not.

I am leaning towards no since Zeus and Zephyr do not have a soul. It is the whole reason for what they are doing right now, opening a portal into the Twisted Nether.

While I believe that is a bad idea, but I also believe that no pain no gain. Besides, I trust that Zeus and Zephyr know what they are doing and have the power to back it up. So far, it seems to be that way.

I head into the kitchen to get something to drink, all to hydrate myself and restore my lost body fluid, and by ransacking through the fridge and cabinets, I notice there is quite a lot of anti-depression drugs stashing here and there.

Knowing how many of them there are does make me feel somewhat for Pauline. I am still a human at heart after all, and I prefer to be so.

I take a seat by the table and pour myself some milks. There are some beverages available, but I think milk is a better choice. Getting drunk in the morning would not be a good idea.

As I consume the drink, I create a temporal bubble in front of me to see Pauline and her son. He usually sits at the table every morning across from me while his mother makes him breakfast.

”I got a 10 on my test yesterday, so can I have some pancakes, mummy?”

The boy asks, and his request for pancakes has made me remember my own family. A family of three, so far. Has it been months already? Months since I have seen my daughters. Both of them.

Both Antigone and Christina should still be where I have left them. Back in 1990. 14 years from now.

I would have been gone for like half a day when I meet them again, but from my perspective, it would have been years.

”Of course, darling.”

Pauline replies and proceeds to make some of the best pancakes for her son, who smiles at her.

After breakfast, Pauline helps her son get ready for school and drives him there herself. After that, she heads to work to make ends meet. She is a single mother, as her husband is… not dead. He is actually one of the cult members, but she doesn't exactly know who.

That is usually what happen when you have a huge ass orgy.

Watching the interaction, I have half a mind to bring the boy from the past into the present, all just to give Pauline something to live for. She wants to die, but somehow, she is unable to due to her fear of dying.

That fear is not her own. It was insert within her psych, thus making her fearful of death.

I can do something like that with my power, but it is not restricted to my power. There are many ways to insert the fear of death into a person, and it doesn't require having supernatural powers either.

As a matter of fact, I can do it with hypnotic suggestion. Just take a lot of time and conditioning of the brain. Really smart people can do it themselves, as hypnotists aren't exactly all quacks.

Once I finish my drink, I clean my cup and put everything back in order before exiting the house. I did not exit the front door, but rather teleporting away.

No one had seen me entering the house, and therefore, no one will see me exiting it.

There is also no need, considering I can teleport anywhere I want, as long as no one sees me doing it, as that would cause a reset. I have to be pretty careful.

It helps when I can just freeze time and teleport anywhere that I want without anyone being the wiser.

I did exactly that before heading to a branch of Chrono Reserves. It is a somewhat early to get financial aids for my transportation company, but it is not much of a divergence. I can just state exactly when I want the company to start, thus matching up with what George did.

To be honest, I want to get this out the way, so I can concentrate on more important things.

Things that I might enjoy immensely. Trolling people for example. I mean exploring more depth to this ability, which involves trolling a lot of people.

Chrono Reserves is always packed with people. Like incredibly packed, but like every corporations and subsidiaries of mine, there are no line to queue. It is incredibly annoying to stand in line all day. A big waste of time too.

Instead there always a ticket machine.

The ticket machine is not as advanced as in the 1990, in Lok Entertainment and Infinite Medical Center for example, but it serves it purpose.

I just need select the right option through the level and pick up the ticket that it spews out. Obviously, if I still have a Hydra ring, I could skip the line.

Since I do not, I guess I will have to wait in line like everyone else.

The ticket did imprint the estimate time until my turn, allowing me to leave the bank and do something else before returning. Of course, the time should be treated like an appointment time, thus if I am late to it, I forfeit my ticket.

It is not fair to hold everyone up just because someone didn't show up after getting their ticket.

Despite that, most people still didn't leave to do something else, just incase they get hold up in traffic or something of sort.

As for me, I feel like I need to take a nap.

I did spend the whole night fucking Pauline after all, and for the same reason as restoring my body to pristine condition, I cannot just make my tiredness go away.

Nevertheless, it might be better for me to get some shut eyes. I do not actually sleep while I am resting my mind and body. My mind is still pretty active, as I think about other stuff.

Not a very good idea, but I can fix brain damage once I return to normal.

”Is this seat taken?”

I ask one of the guys sitting by the waiting bench. There is an empty seat next to him. One of very few remaining since it is still early in the morning. Business hours just started after all.

”Yes. Sorry. It is taken.”

The man answers as I cast a look at his proposed idea. It is opened right in front of him, as he is trying to memorize his lines. It is all to pitch his idea to the bank for some investment funding.

A computer. Like a super primitive computer, but by 1976 standard, it is cutting edge technology.

And just knowing that, I wish I am back in the 1990. At least then, computer is not a piece of shit that has like 4KB of memory while costing upwards of $600 bucks.

I mean. Seriously. C'mon!

”You proposing a Computer Company, huh? May I suggest a logo to go with your brand?”

I point out with a smile.

The man looks at me strangely for a second, wondering why I am chatting to him. Well. It is for obvious reason. One. I would need to chat him in one day, proposing an idea to him.

”Sure, what you got in mind?”

The young man questions.

”How about an apple? It is much simpler than having Newton sitting under a tree, readying to get his head crack open by what appears to be an apple. People might think differently if it is just an apple by itself. More in line with what you want them to think.”