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"Imagine the spokes of a bicycle wheel. Each spoke is a damaged or truncated reality, a sort of dead end in Time. They're formed by changes in established history, some big, some relatively small, which cause the flow of subsequent events to spiral out of control. Often catastrophically." - The Axis of Insanity
He is tempted, sometimes, until he remembers that, by saving one brilliant child, one selfless arbiter, one stubborn woman, he could condemn billions.
( When they lost Erimem, he told himself he travelled back to the Axis only to confer with the new Overseer – not to taste chaos and know again why he shouldn't, can't, won't. )
He is tempted, sometimes, until he remembers that, by saving one brilliant child, one selfless arbiter, one stubborn woman, he could condemn billions.
( When they lost Erimem, he told himself he travelled back to the Axis only to confer with the new Overseer – not to taste chaos and know again why he shouldn't, can't, won't. )
