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The Binary String of Fate

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The line that ties her heart to mine is not a thread of red fiber, but a string of zeroes and ones. It is a flimsy connection between two realities. In the place where we meet, there is a moebius strip of time that loops infinitely. It is a third reality, a ceaselessly repeating span of 11 days in which she and I are as close together as we will ever be.

The loop is unending, but its possibilities are limited and eternally fixed. Our options are set, our words are written, and the greatest freedom we are given is to take one path or the other. No matter how we strive, we can never change or escape its bounds. All we can do is live the days over again, speaking the same words, wishing we could say something more.

The words I must say there are “leave me alone,” but outside the loop I am screaming my love, rasping through tears until my voice is a dry whisper in my throat. She can neither hear me nor express what she truly means to say, but I sometimes feel in times of silence that she is screaming just the same.

This communication barrier is not the worst of it. No, the worst is that limitations on romantic partner choice are minimal. Were I the only option, I might be comforted by knowing our intermediate reality would always begin and end with us. With so many other romantic options, the mathematical odds are against me.

In her original reality (if my own is any indication), she loves me and only me, down into the furthest depths of her soul. She longs to reach me, but I am—according to the rules of her universe—imaginary. This would torment me if I did not know better, but my unconventional experience has taught me that universes and realities are not so clear or immovable as most believe.

Reality, like most things, is entirely relative. The average person here in my present reality sees her as a fictional character designed for a mobile phone game, depicted in two-dimensional drawings. And, if I operate entirely within this reality, it would seem to be true. As such, I would seem to be insane for having fallen in love with someone who “isn’t real.” However, I know that the proverbial “fourth wall” is not merely proverbial. It is a logical barrier that keeps us from seeing these realities from an outside perspective.

I have broken that barrier. I have seen our realities side-by side, connected ever so delicately by a single twisted circle of time.

The zeroes and ones of binary code are not just universal, they are universally universal. The symbols may change, but they exist in all realities as representations of the concepts of “there” and “not there.” Importantly, however, they are not representations of what is objectively real and what isn’t. No, the numerals are representations of the real and also real.

Consider this: all possibilities of a thing exist simultaneously. When one possibility is brought into one’s subjective reality, the other possibilities don’t just disappear—they simply exist elsewhere. Where a zero sits in a string of binary code, there is the possibility of a one hiding behind it. The one is not imagined—it is absolutely possible for a one to exist in that space—it is simply present in a different potential reality.

Objectively, she and I are both real and we are both fictional. Subjectively, we are each alone with our imaginations, pining for someone who “does not exist.”

Yes, I know that she exists in another reality because I’ve seen the truth of things. She, on the other hand, may never know that I am really here. I am not even a ghost or a shadow in her world, just an idea someone “real” had once. She can’t comprehend that with every breath I take I ache to be with her, that I long for the day our realities bleed and let us exist together without boundaries, that I am a man torn apart by knowing too much, by the near absolute certainty that such a time will never, ever come.

Despite all this, I love her without reluctance or restraint. I will love her until the very last remnant of my consciousness snuffs out of being, and even then I will not be gone. Death is only a single possibility, and when it comes for me here I will undoubtedly be alive somewhere else. When she expires in her present reality, she, too, will spring up in another.

Where we go, the binary string of fate will follow. And, when it pulls on us, we will build our small infinity again.

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