2001

It was a day like any other at Krytech–lots of coke, lots of work, lots of shouting and lots of laughter. Work hard, play hard, as they say–yeah, we embodied that.

At no time during said day had I devoted any thought whatsoever to the memory of my mysterious doppelgänger from the future who I’d spent the past several years convincing myself was a residual effect of a bad acid trip.

I had my whole team check the code, and I checked it myself–no evidence of tampering was found. Nobody’d changed anything.

Eventually, I was able to make peace with the idea that the entire incident would simply have to remain one of life’s little mysteries. No small feat, I can assure you, given my distaste for the mysterious. I’m an answers man, by nature–I’ve devoted my entire life to the pursuit of them. This was one that I…