The thought made his stomach turn.
I'm not accessing memories at all. I'm the one in the driver's seat. I'm the one creating them. Everything the future Arros did, every choice, every action, that's going to be me making those decisions…?
The paradox threatened to break his mind.
Was there ever an original Arros? Or had it always been Finn, sent back by Madoc, living this life and creating the very memories he'd later glimpse in Brambleton?
A bootstrap paradox. A closed causal loop.
He set down the spoon, his appetite was now gone entirely.
Then what's the point? If I'm just stumbling through this blindly, making it up as I go, learning nothing I didn't already know—
No. Wait.
Finn forced himself to think more carefully.
The Brambleton memory had shown mastery. Profound mastery. Arros — future Arros, the version from that memory — had wielded Error with such level of precision that bordered on superhuman, and was practically supercomputer-level.
