Ball of Nothing

It was still dark but the atmosphere was lively.

(Objection! Even if time flowed backwards, the measurement of it still remains constant. One cannot simply redo the events of time using the same line.)

((How does one keep track of time then? There are no laws for it even if the concept is accurate. We are the only existence here. It is impossible to tell if time is moving forward or backwards. If we wipe our memory and redo the event, it would be the same as unwinding time.))

(That's simply doing it twice under the same conditions. Time doesn't actually unwind. It only moves forward as it doesn't exist.)

((For something that doesn't exist, wouldn't that mean that it goes in a never ending loop? We'll eventually return to the same starting point hence it is possible to unwind back time while moving forward. Rewriting it is possible too.))

Wow... what happened between the first memory and the second? It's a fierce argument that actually made sense on both sides.

(Look. I reduced the amount of consciousness given to you. It's only natural that you can't understand this concept. This argument is over.)

What a loser! Clearly the one with lesser consciousness has a valid point... are you going to dismiss it simply because you do not agree? That's a waste! I do not agree with the actions of my past self.

((I take offence to that. Lesser consciousness does not mean lesser intellect. We are the same after all. It just means that we do not share all parts of the intellect. It is now split unevenly. You wanted a different opinion, you have it now. From the first experiment that succeeded, you tampered with the various levels of intellect given to a split consciousness. We've always given you a very different opinion on the same argument. Why are you so dismissive this time?))

That's what I wanted to know too.

*BAM*

The loud noise scared me for a moment. The second half was now silent, I assume that my past self had absorbed it back to silence it.

(This can't go on. I need to separate myself from these thoughts.)

For a very long time there was nothing but silence. I looked at the notification from the system and frowned. The second memory shard was surprisingly short.

[Do you want to view Memory Fragment 3/6 now?]

Without hesitation, I agreed. There was no doubt, trouble was brewing.