The-Man-Who-Folded-Himself-David-Gerrold
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lead to a particular one, or is it just that that particular one is the one most suitable for this version of<br />
me? Is it my destiny to be homosexual and some other Danny’s destiny to not be . . . ? <strong>The</strong> real test of<br />
it, I guess, would be to try and excise some little incident and see what happens—see what happens to<br />
me. If it turns out I can remember excising it, then that would prove that I have free will. If not—if I<br />
find I’ve talked myself out of something else—then I’m running along a rut, like a clockwork<br />
mechanism, doomed to play out my programmed actions for some unseen cosmic audience, all the time<br />
believing that I have some control over those actions. <strong>The</strong> test—<br />
* * *<br />
• was simple. And I passed it.<br />
I simply went back to May 21, 1975, and talked myself out of going to the races. (“Here todays paper,”<br />
I said. “Go to the races yesterday.” Danny was startled, of course, and he must have thought me a little<br />
crazy, but he agreed not to go to the races on May 21.) So. I had excised my first trip to the track. In<br />
this world I hadn’t made it at all.<br />
Just to double-check, I drove out to the race track. Right. I wasn’t there. (An interesting thing<br />
happened though. In the fourth race, Harass didn’t bump Tumbleweed and wasn’t disqualified. If I had<br />
been there to bet, I would have lost everything—or would I? <strong>The</strong> Don I might have been might have<br />
foreseen that too. But why had that part of the past been changed? What had happened? Something I<br />
must have done on one of my other trips must have affected the race.)<br />
But I’d proved it to my own satisfaction. I had free will.<br />
I had all of my memories of the past the way I had lived it, yet I had excised part of it out of existence.<br />
I hadn’t eliminated myself and I hadn’t had any of my memory magically erased. I remembered the act<br />
of excising. <strong>The</strong>re might have been differences—perhaps even should have been differences—in my<br />
world when I flashed forward again. Perhaps the mansion should have disappeared, or perhaps my<br />
fortune should have been larger or smaller; but both were unchanged. If there were any differences,<br />
they would have to be minor. I didn’t go looking for them.<br />
<strong>The</strong> reason?<br />
<strong>The</strong> mansion had been built in 1968, a good seven years before Danny had been given the timebelt. (I<br />
had done that on purpose.) Because it had already existed in 1975, it was beyond his (our? my?) reach<br />
to undo unless he went back to 1967. <strong>The</strong> same applied to my financial empire. It should be beyond the<br />
reach of any of my casual changes.<br />
Of course, from a subjective point of view, neither the mansion nor the money existed until after I’d<br />
gotten the timebelt—but time travel is only subjective to the traveler, not the timestream. Each time I’d<br />
made a change in the timestream, it was like a new layer to the painting. <strong>The</strong> whole thing was affected.<br />
Any change made before May 21, 1975, would be part of Danny’s world when he got the timebelt.<br />
Unless he—later on—went back and excised it in a later version of the timestream. And if he did, it<br />
still wouldn’t affect me at all. It would be his version of the timestream and he would be a different<br />
person from me, with different memories and different desires. Just as there were alternate universes,<br />
there were also alternate Dannys.<br />
My house already existed. My investments in the past were also firmly in existence. He could not erase<br />
them by refusing to initiate them, he would only be creating a new timestream of his own, one that<br />
would be separate from mine.<br />
In effect, by altering my personal past, I am excising a piece of it, but I’m not destroying the continuity<br />
of this timestream. I’m only destroying my own continuity—except that I’m not, because I still have<br />
my memories. Confusing? Yes, I have to keep reminding myself not to think in terms of only one<br />
timestream. I am not traveling in time. I am creating new universes. Alternate universes—each one