CONFESSIONS OF A WITCH GIRL: THE TIME WEAVER CHRONICLES.1.
CHAPTER 1: tHE aos
He drummed his fingers thoughtfully against his desk, gently brushing over the soft finished grain of the oak paneling. His gaze drifted over the different colored papers on his desk, scattered, as they always were when he had much to do but little patience to do it.
The sun drooped lazily behind a cloud as the inky darkness of dusk began to paint the pink skyline. His office being on the 23rd floor served well for the most beautiful view of the city. He lifted his gaze to the horizon and leaned back clasping his hands behind his head creating a cradle affect for his sore neck as he stared in to the darkening distance. Another week had came and gone, more paper work, more files, more of the same. Over the last three years his passion for his work had started to fade, the humdrum of it all had crept up on him like a thief, snatching away his ambition, drive, and curiosity, all characteristics of a great Time Tether.
He was on the 23rd floor of the largest Time Tethering Company in the Western World. A feat not many of his young 27 years could acclaim to. The business of time tethering had become a growing industry over the past twenty years, reaching an all time high in profits and world use right at the time Jake was getting out of University. The market for Time Tether jobs at the time had been full of opportunities for a young, new, ambitious tether-er, just waiting to make his mark on the world. Jake had jumped on his opportunity for a position with the Time Embassy of AOS, more specifically named ‘Time Corp’.
AOS, or ‘Assembly of States’ had taken place of the once divided North America. After the war, most of North America had been plummeted in to a toxic wasteland. The areas of North America that prevailed united together to form the AOS, creating a new World Power. Politics had become even more lucrative in Jake’s lifetime and they had a heavy hand in the running of the Time Embassy, and the wages earned by the skilled tether-ers they collected in their employ. A position coveted by many, and achieved by few.
In the late twentieth century it was discovered that time was not really what everyone had always thought it as. It was not the Linear A equals B equals C equation that had been considered truth by the entire planet until the year 2023 when the first ripple was made in the discovery of what is now known to be truth. Henry Collag of the University of Oxford in England had finally come up with the theory behind time itself, and how its movement is not in a straight line as once thought, but rather many lines moving in all directions all at once. Collag discovered that time was spherical, not linear, meaning everything was happening in all directions all at once. The only reason humans thought otherwise was as it turned out the sheer inadequacy of human brains.
‘The problem is our thoughts form our realities,’ Collag noted.
Therefore, the issue we all had was that our pivotal point of attraction was the thoughts we all held on to from each passing moment meaning we continuously created linear experiences aligning with whatever was occurring to us at the time, rather than creating a entirely new reality with the simple switch of thought. Once this principal in itself had been proven true with a series of questionable, (animal right issue) tests, Collag stepped forward in to the World to claim his rightful thrown in the scientific Quantum Reality society, being coined the most influential genius since Einstein.
His work, now gone public, opened up an entirely new realm of possibilities, not only could we create our own reality (with an exquisitely trained mind) but we could technically move through time. Collag did not know it at first but his equation was in fact the conception of time travel itself.
Since time was now known as spherical rather than linear we were no longer confined to the linear realities we had for so long been restricted to. We could now travel in all directions; not just foreword but also backward.
Because our knowledge had surpassed our genetic adaptations, our own minds were not yet ready to create time travel for themselves and thus we had to be helped along with an administered substance. The substance was created by Collag and colleagues and was a derivative of DMT. Dimethyltryptamine had already made scientific waves decades prior as people began to seek it to achieve spiritual awakenings and then gradually it made itself to the street in synthetic form. His formula compressed the DMT in to a press-able compound that, if given in the proper dosage, would actually allow both the mind and body to travel through time. Now the logistics of all of this were; as one can imagine, not the most simple. Though his pills allowed the ingester to travel through time, the picking of where they were going was less easily tuned. This was finding people back in their infant stages or past their deaths. Neither of which an ideal situation for the traveler. Therefore, with the inability to control the places one would end up, the time travelling project was placed on halt, and made illegal to administer the time travel drug.
So then came the Weavers.
Weavers, or more specifically time weavers, were a type of psychic born with a genetic anomaly that allowed them to manipulate time in to a tangible, workable, and malleable object. These weavers could tap in to the consciousness or energetic force of any living, breathing entity and create what largely resembled a quilt, mapping out that specific being’s past and present in to a large fabric like tapestry. Once the individuals ‘clock’ was woven in to the tapestry the weaver could then manipulate any of the areas the being so desired to change. Make the wrong merger with the wrong company- no problem, the weaver simply re writes your history therefore altering your present and ultimately your future. Marry the wrong woman- not an issue! The weaver simply alters the fabrics of your tapestry in to a different choice made, and your whole life changes. This new genetic ability had made the need for actual time travel almost completely unneeded. Now you just simply need alter your past and your present would follow suit.
As you can imagine the Time Weavers became very sought out individuals. The arrival of the Time Weavers genetic gifts completely altered life’s playing field. Those who were poor could become rich, those who were sad could become happy, and those who had lost everything could regain their status in the world. It was a doorway to a new life, a doorway with an endless line up of people wanting to step through.
As time went on, the use of the Time Weavers gifts became more and more demanded, and more and more mainstream and it became evident that the Weavers had to be governed and the use of their skills monitored and policed. Too many incidents had occurred where someone’s individual desires were altering the very fabric of society, throwing hundreds or even hundreds of thousands of people in to complete turmoil. Cases like this, though few, occurred enough times for the AOS to step in, taking full reign over the Time Weaver industry. Time Weavers went from working from their own homes or weaving shops to being forced to work under constant surveillance of the AOS. Seven huge structures were erected to house the Weavers. They stretched from the earth so far in to the sky that they were lost among the clouds earning them the daunting name of ‘The Towers’. This became the place the Weavers were held, where they worked, and where they essentially stayed their entire lives.
Every day society became dangerous for the Weavers to be a part of; many weavers were killed when the governmental regulations were set in place, restricting the usage of Weavers. Once the regulations had been implemented, Weavers were bound with their lives to uphold the Governments orders. Small implants were placed behind their left ear, delivering a deadly dose of poison directly in to the brain of any disobedient Weaver found administering an illegal weave. The implants not only acted as an emergency pull cord but also as a tracker, and a monitor. Each weaver was connected to a screen, which was survelienced 24 hours a day 365 days of the year. Essentially Weavers lost all of their human rights and became tools of implementation for the AOS governing bodies as well as the elite that could afford their now taxed and monitored services.
To become a Weaver had become a death sentence, mothers cried if their children were born with the ‘Glint’. A ring around the iris of ice blue that faded into adulthood. Each new birth was mandatorily held in AOS observed hospitals and inclined to send pictures of the new borns’ eyes directly to the Towers, where they were scanned for the Glint. Any child born with such a trait was removed from their parents and raised in the Towers with the rest of the Weavers, raised as an object of use rather than an individual.
There were not many weavers left in AOS after what was now known as ‘The Regulation’. Many Weavers died resisting their move in to the towers. Some perished when they tried to weave The Regulation out of the minds of the governing AOS, but of course this was after the implementation of the implants and these weavers were terminated almost instantly once they began the illegal weave. Other weavers refused food and drink, starving and dehydrating themselves in to dust, a husk of their once powerful, all seeing selves.
The thought made Jake shudder. He blinked rapidly and looked down at his wrist. Seven thirty-six already. He shook his day dream of information out of his mind and gathered up his papers in to what probably only he would consider an organized lump. Seven thirty-six. How could it have gotten so late already. He was meant to meet several of the other Tether-ers and the CEO of Time Corp, his boss, at a late dinner where a ‘great announcement’ was to be made. Jake stood rapidly and gathered several documents he figured he may need for the evening and shoved them deep in to his brief case. The shiny gold Time Corp logo glinted in the last of the sun light as he closed the clasp. He reached for his black wool jacket he had draped over the coat rack earlier in the day and exited his office.
