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I'm No Time Traveller

I wanted to make it clear that I'm not doing any fancy time traveling.  I use my personal system to upload these entries to Adrias' device, which I have dubbed "The Time Bomb."  I call it that mostly because it scares the hell out of me and I'm afraid its only a matter of time before it explodes, turning me into a bright pink mist to be scrubbed off the walls by other diligent Guardians.  That's the reason this is called Final Dispatch.  I'm never sure when any given entry will be my last one.  Between unstable technology, uncertain power and an indifferent, if not hostile, world, it's hard to say how long I will be able to continue this. At any rate, nobody is traveling in time.  Adrias assures me that to do so, it would require an amount of energy that only a sun could produce.  On the other hand, getting a few bytes of data to change in a database in the past only requires a days worth of reserved wind, water and solar energy and the proper bits of old tech.  Even that I find staggering.  At Homestead this much energy would be hoarded for critical systems and the occasional Community night.  Of course, Adrias has the ability to pull a lot of energy from the water here by making use of the remnants of the old dam. It's a good thing we are buried in a mountain here as sending these messages creates a pretty big EM signature.  You don't want to be doing that unless you are properly shielded, otherwise the Demons, or worse, would pay you a visit.  That's one of the many reasons why a lot of people shun the old tech.  Wield too much of it and either it will kill you, or someone (or thing) will kill you for it.  "Finding the balance in things," as Adrias would say, "is always the key to success."

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