These impossible stories... ...that could well happen to you...
MARTINGALE
...a perpetual novel...
1996
Locked up in the VIP section of the Health Department for a crime, he has amnesia, no past, no future and no present.
Until he was offered a 107 billion year journey followed by a pardon.
If he comes back...
<-- On se retrouve dimanche ?
BY THE WAY
HEADS OR TAILS?
A fun little experiment...
I stood there, smugly abandoned, staring at this blank page, wondering what would come out of it: what entity was I supposed to face this time?
But nothing!
Nothing came out and I came to hope for the appearance of a negative entity as this blank page remained blank. I almost wished that the microscopic fibers of this sheet would tear and reveal what was going to ruin humanity, once again... again! I hoped to reach this level of despair that would give birth to this something that we do not believe in, this simulacrum of existence that cannot be because it would break the very idea of what we believe to be true. I was ready to accept anything to break this wait, this torture of the blank page.
But nothing!
Still nothing, not even a gnome emerging from the deep cavities of our souls, nor even a shadow emerging from the abyssal depths of a distant hypothetical cosmos. I was both inanimate and drunk with deficiency: nothing wanted to emerge from the nauseating strata of the old encephalon bathing a cranium so withered with weariness. There was no more dream there, no more idea, no more madness and not even the distant silhouette of a fanciful chimera that could have allowed me to attack this tear with such black ink...
I was not naked: I was literally bald, uninspired, at the mercy of this very real entity:
Absence
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IS GOD MORE CREDIBLE THAN TIME?
PRESENT COMPOUND
Take a man with amnesia, accused of murder and sentenced to life in prison. Nothing new under the sun: he will simply have no past, no present, and no future.
Now, offer this individual the chance to redeem himself for this crime, of which he has no memory, by asking him, quite naturally, to accept a confidential, hazardous and absurd job, the outcome of which is particularly random, doubtful and obscure.
Mix all this vigorously so that the elements become entangled at the cost of improbable and chimerical quantum osmosis. Now that's a cuisine that deserves a few stars, right?
Either way, Martin has nothing left to lose, so if he's given a new life, why not! Why would there be complications during a quiet escapade of over a hundred billion years?
FUTURE ANTERIOR
A year of preparation for a task as abstract as it is incomprehensible and for a man who has never understood anything about general physics, let alone quantum physics...
Put the entity Martin in a device that has as much resemblance to a satellite as a molecule has to a pebble, and observe it.
…Watch him witness the destruction of humanity and the expansion of the universe, a helpless witness to a galactic conjuncture whose immeasurable dimensions are governed by an infinitesimally narrower structural framework.
Alone, forgotten by what remains of a caricature of humanity and then by what remains of the universe, he owes his mental survival only to these billions of years which ultimately last for him only a few minutes of cosmic solitude.
But honestly, let's be a little serious: alone?
PAST FUTURE
Take 24 hours to travel a little over 282 billion years. The rest of the time… it’s nonsense. Leave it aside or to another crawler.
Only a few billion years left! Just one more day, what! And Gâ-Ïah? Oh yes, Gâ-Ïah! Well why doesn't she give herself a little makeover before going through another session? Why not?
Provided that the Potentor, this mysterious character who took an entire civilization hostage, strives to achieve what is expected of him in each universe. Would he fail this time? In any case, he has always accomplished the task incumbent upon him, right?
It remains for Martin to finally find a semblance of memory, and discover why him, but also how and above all, for what astonishing and futile terminus...
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Oh dear...
- Rare feasts
- Many Agathes
- Last looks
- Yours, eternally
- Elimination
- The exchange
- Childhood
- Fade thoughts
- The big bullshit
- There was indeed a bone
- Semi-cornifleur
- Autopsy of an autopsy
- Last trip before the end
- On the other side
- Ghosts in the fog
- Under the bed, the monsters
- Account defeated
- Thyhon
Oh dear...
- I confess
- The hitchhiker
- The magic cauldron
- Géoterrapinism
- My cat's name is Tartine
- The cows and the prisoner
- Two hundred and three days at sea
- Super Maxime
Oh dear...
- Expiation
- Dereliction
- Berthe
- Adolphe-Victor
- That's all, folks !
- Pigs and company
- Evening split
- Rock star
- Shitty weather!
- Hans Trapp
- Transmigration
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