Divergence
“The Watcher and Chris stood on a beach, on either side of a flat stream of water that had cut a meandering channel through the sand. Sand blew in thin yellow ribbons from the grass bound dunes that loomed behind them; the flat sea threw little waves onto the shore below them.
“What do you hope to achieve, Chris?” asked the Watcher.
The water was tainted; a black tendril of ink ran down the stream at their feet, thickening.
Chris dipped a hand in the running water, stirring the ink into a grey cloud.
“I don’t know,” said Chris. “Just seeing what happens.”
Or to look at it another way… The Watcher didn’t invent MTPH. It was a meme that had evolved at the beginning of the twenty-first century. It was a drug that had found favor with a significant proportion of the population, a drug whose effects could be engineered by those with the necessary know-how.
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