“Circular,” Captain Traumatic retorts, “we are the living proof of it: we are from the past meeting you from the future, in the present: we are now aware of the future law and you are now aware of its non-existence. Therefore, that law is annihilated through a state of consciousness that alters through time.”
“Are you done?” Captain Sunblast asks.
“This is the new reality,” Captain Traumatic say, unstoppable, “where past overtakes future, until a new cycle comes.”
“Well then, if what goes around comes around, you should have come across the law before and you should have been aware of it, I—,”
“—Imagine a tornado with a life of its own, one that can see,” Captain Traumatic asserts, unaffected, “the junk it captures from the ground becomes alive as it is pushed higher and higher towards the sky, to the front of the tornado, to the back, in a continuous spiral. But, when that junk is caught in the tornado’s eye, the now, the present, the tornado becomes unaware of it and the junk ceases to exist, as it falls, all the while existing in a state of lifelessness as it lays onto the ground.”
“I’ve a headache,” Labaguette says, mimicking Captain Sunblast pinching his nose where it meets the eyes and tries to steady his step.
“I AM the sole inventor of the time Capsules,” Captain Starcrusher yells, “no one else can claim to understand the mechanism behind time travelling.”
“There are consequences for breaking the law when you should be aware of it,” Captain Clusterflame repeats, keen to become a respectful lawmaker in space, for where else should a failed law student sets its teeth into?
To be continued…