A/N: I really don't know where this came from or what it is, but hopefully someone enjoys it.
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Variables.
That's what it's all about, isn't it? Science. Changing something and getting different results, different conclusions. Just one something can cause such an alternate outcome. Or, more specifically, a whole lot of little somethings making one big something that changes everything.
Because it applies in real life too.
But then the somethings are usually classified as 'if's. Accidents, purposeful actions. People become just another variable, and their placement during an event can drastically affect the outcome. It can determine who lives...
And who dies.
Fate, really, is what it is. Chance. Beyond my control, beyond anyone's control, no matter how we like to think otherwise. Because it's frightening, knowing that the majority of your life isn't under your command; it's with whatever the world and chance decide to do with it. That's why there are people like me, who make things like the Freeze Ray. To gain more control.
The universe... fate, whatever... doesn't really seem to like that. It unbalances the flow of things, sets the little somethings in place so that they cause destruction.
That's where you get back to the 'if's.
If only...
If only I'd been able to tell Hammer that the Wonderflonium had bounced, that it was unstable and firing the Death Ray could have catastrophic effects - which it did. Not like he would have listened to me, though.
If only he hadn't pulled the trigger.
If only I hadn't hesitated when I had that shot, no chance for the Freeze Ray to power down.
See, there it is again. Chance.
... If only I hadn't built the damned Ray in the first place.
If only, if only, if only. A thousand aspects of all the little somethings that had ended up causing what happened, swirling around in my head. I don't know why my mind keeps on picking at these thoughts, analysing every aspect. It's not like I could change it...
No. Don't even think about it. No messing around with time, that'll only make things worse, and you know it.
And there's another little something... Temptation. That little yearning voice in the back of my head, the one I try to ignore, the one that says that I can change it, I can take control of time. Because then I'd really control everything, bend everything to my will.
Rule world with Penny at my side, creating a brand new day...
Or not.
Because, really, no matter how much I like to think I'm the one in control, I'm not.
I never will be.
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A/N: So, there you have it. I'm really not sure what it's actually about, and I know it's kind of talking itself in circles, but... y'know. At least, I hope so, because I haven't got a clue.
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-pixie.