The Old Man’s Tale: Fragmented Memories of Miranda
“Time doesn’t move like people think it does. It’s more like… a rope. A three-dimensional rope with different strands… and I’ve seen what happens when it frays. I’ve lived the same moment 1,342 times, and each time was different.” — Old Man, Miranda Temporal Loop
Archival Note
The following account was recorded from a temporal refugee from the Miranda System bombing, who referred to himself as “Old Man 1” or occasionally “Fruzzy.” The subject displayed significant temporal displacement syndrome and causal memory contamination consistent with prolonged exposure to a temporal preservation field. His recollections mix actual events from the Miranda bombing with perceptions of the temporal loop created by Singularity Alpha’s intervention, in which he experienced 1,342 iterations of the same moment in the Bibimbap Saloon with distinct variations in each cycle.
Temporal physicists have confirmed that key details in this testimony align with classified data about the iron bombing and subsequent temporal preservation of the Miranda system. The account represents the perceived reality of someone caught in a temporal loop designed to preserve significant individuals from timeline erasure during the Singularity conflict.
The Card Game That Never Ends
Transcript begins: Recording ID #TL-3042-BMD-997
“Who’s turn is it? [pause] No, don’t tell me that the game’s over. I know that ain’t right. We’ve been playing this same hand for… I don’t even know how long anymore. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. Sometimes we throw the cards at that robot waiter. Once we even tried to build a fort with the cards, but they always reset.
You think I’m management? [laughs] I ain’t even a citizen. I’m from the future—the Celsius timeline, remember? No, not this Celsius timeline. The other one. The one where Miranda didn’t get blown to kingdom come.
I was there, see. I was on Miranda when it happened. I was sitting in this very bar—the Bibimbap Saloon in New Vegas District—and Chen—that’s Santiago Chen, greatest mixologist who ever lived—he’d just finished making what everyone was calling the Perfect Mary. It glowed, I tell you. Not like radiation glows. Like… like something holy.
He was just about to take the first sip when the air started to feel wrong. Heavy. Like gravity itself was getting confused. And then I saw it through the window—the sun was changing colors. Fast. Too fast. Red to orange to white to this terrible blue-white that hurt your eyes even through the atmospheric filters.
Then there was this sound… not really a sound. More like sound turned inside out. A vacuum of noise that pulled at your eardrums. And I felt myself… stretching. Like I was being pulled in a thousand directions at once.
Next thing I know, I’m sitting here. Playing cards with you fellas. Over and over and over again. Except each time, something’s different. Sometimes that robot makes a Bloody Mary with cucumber, sometimes with extra Worcestershire. One time it even glowed purple and floated. And then there was the time that purple monster showed up, and we had to fight it with bar stools. You remember that, right? No? Huh… maybe that was a different loop.”
The Bibimbap Time Prison
The Old Man’s account becomes more coherent when describing the true nature of the temporal anomaly he was experiencing—what he perceived as a “containment bubble” was actually Singularity Alpha’s temporal preservation field centered on the Bibimbap Saloon:
The Temporal Preservation Field
According to the Old Man, he and others existed in what he called a “time prison” or “containment bubble”—a localized temporal anomaly created during the Miranda bombing. Within this bubble, time operated differently, following recursive patterns that reset at specific intervals but with variations in each cycle. The Old Man calculated they experienced approximately 1,342 loops before the final extraction, with each loop containing increasingly strange events.
”We’re waitin’ on that star,” he repeatedly stated, “to burn through its fuel… turn to iron… blow us all to smithereens. Time’s moving real fast in here, faster near the singularity. We’re in the event horizon. It’s a loop. One big trap… ‘til the whole star goes kaput.”
This description aligns precisely with theoretical models of how a temporal preservation field would appear to those inside it during an iron bombing event. The subject was experiencing a perpetual loop of time at the moment just before the star’s collapse, preserved by Singularity Alpha’s intervention until selected individuals could be extracted from the doomed timeline.
”Y’know what the strangest part is?” he added. “Each time the loop resets, we do slightly different things. Once we tried to break the windows, but they were unbreakable. Another time, we built a pyramid out of beer mugs. And the Bloody Mary—dear God, the Bloody Mary. It was different every single time that robot made it. Sometimes spicy, sometimes sweet, sometimes it would even glow or float in the air. It’s like we’re trapped in the Bibimbap Saloon, but it’s slightly different each time.”
The Purple Force
Perhaps the most intriguing aspect of the Old Man’s testimony involves what he calls “the Purple Force”—an entity or phenomenon he claims was connected to both the Miranda bombing and the temporal preservation field:
Transcript excerpt: Recording ID #TL-3042-BMD-1015
“I was fighting that purple thing… before it wiped out humanity. What did they call it again? I forget. [grimaces, staring into space] Something about a grimace.
It wasn’t always purple. It was yellow first, then red, then that awful purple. Colors mean something in the higher dimensions. They’re like… like frequencies or vibrations.
The purple is what killed Miranda. Not directly. It was more like… it influenced the things that could influence reality. The big ones. The ones that think they’re gods.
I’ve seen it come back, you know. Right here in this bar. When the loop resets. Everything goes dark, and there’s this moment when you can see it—this big shadow eclipsing the sun… and then—BOOM! Everything’s back to normal, and we’re playing cards again, and nobody remembers but me.
We fought it once, you know. Around loop… 600-something, I think. It came through the door instead of the sandwich lady. Massive purple thing, all teeth and tentacles. We hit it with bar stools, whiskey bottles, anything we could find. That robot waiter even activated some kind of defense mode and shot it with lasers, but nothing worked. Then we woke up at the card table again, like nothing happened. But I remember. I always remember.”
The Sandwich Thief and the Volkswagen
The Old Man frequently expressed anticipation regarding an individual he referred to as “the sandwich thief” or occasionally “the hamburger bandit,” claiming this person’s arrival would somehow disrupt the temporal loop:
The Expected Visitor
In several recordings, the Old Man exhibited unusual excitement when discussing this figure: “This ain’t no joke! I tell you, fellas, she was a real thirst trap. You guys are in for a treat. Just wait! She shows up different in each loop—sometimes she’s wearing the tie, sometimes not. Once she came in wearing the full clown outfit with that creepy smile. But it’s always her, and she always orders that Bloody Mary.”
Temporal analysis indicates this individual is the same figure documented in other accounts—a temporal traveler known as (name redacted for legal reasons) who appears to be collecting significant artifacts from various extinction events. The Old Man seemed to innately understand that this individual possessed the means to extract people from the temporal preservation field, specifically mentioning the “Volkswagen Beetle” escape vehicle in later loop iterations.
”The first hundred times she showed up, I didn’t know what was happening,” he recalled. “But around loop 300-something, I noticed the pattern. She orders the Bloody Mary, something weird happens with the drink, and then—reset. It took me until loop 842 to remember the Volkswagen. It’s parked outside, you know. Saw it out the window during that loop where we were able to wipe the fog off the glass for a second. It’s our ticket out of here, but we need her to complete the cycle with the perfect drink first.”
The Perfect Mary Connection
The most coherent portions of the Old Man’s testimony relate to the legendary Perfect Bloody Mary that was being completed at the moment of Miranda’s destruction, and how it manifested differently in each loop iteration:
The Evolving Recipe
”That drink was something special,” he insisted. “Not just the taste, though that was… [pauses, searching for words] it was like tasting every good thing you ever had, all at once. But it was more than that. When Chen made it, the air around it kind of… shimmered. Like reality itself was taking notice.”
The Old Man described in detail how the Bloody Mary changed across loop iterations: “First time around, it was just red. Plain red drink, nothing special. Around loop 50, it started to get brighter. By loop 200, it had these little flecks that glowed blue. Loop 473—I remember that one clearly—it actually floated an inch above the counter. By the 900s, it was changing colors as you watched it. But the really weird stuff started happening after loop 1,000. That’s when it started showing us things—reflections of Miranda as it was, images in the liquid. And that robot bartender kept making it different each time, like it was searching for the perfect recipe.”
The Old Man claimed that the destruction of Miranda was specifically targeted to prevent this drink from being consumed. “They blew up a whole star system to stop someone from taking a sip of a cocktail,” he stated. “That’s how important it was. That’s how scared they were of what would happen if that drink existed in the timeline. And I think by loop 1,342, that robot finally got it right. The Perfect Mary. Just like Chen made it before everything went to hell.”
The Strange Adventures
A particularly engaging aspect of the Old Man’s account involves the widely varying events that occurred across different loop iterations:
Transcript excerpt: Recording ID #TL-3042-BMD-1027
“Each loop was different, see? That’s what drove me nuts—trying to keep track. There was the time those space pirates broke in—well, they looked like pirates anyway, with the eye patches and laser cutlasses. That was around loop 300-something. And then there was the loop where the bar turned inside out—ceiling became the floor, floor became the ceiling. Gravity flipped and we had to hang onto the table legs to avoid falling ‘up.’
Loop 721—I remember that number exactly—the robot bartender went haywire and started shooting at the jukebox. Loop 889, the windows showed the actual Miranda skyline like we were really there, and we could see the sky changing color as the star went supernova.
There were loops where we tried to escape. Loop 430, we built a battering ram out of bar stools to break down the door, but it just absorbed the impact. Loop 519, we tried digging through the floor with broken bottle necks, but the floor material just reformed as fast as we could dig. Loop 683, Old Man 3 tried to break the window with his head—don’t laugh, we were desperate—and just bounced off like it was rubber.
And the Purple Force! Sometimes it would appear—a massive violet entity, like a shadow but with depth. Sometimes it attacked, sometimes it just watched. Once—around loop 777—it actually helped us. We were fighting these weird spider creatures that came out of the bathroom, and it swept through the bar and absorbed them all.
This ain’t real, you know. Not completely. It’s like… it’s like a memory wrapped around us, but it’s buggy, glitchy. Each time the loop resets, something changes. The drink is different, or the lighting, or what’s outside the windows. It’s all the Bibimbap Saloon, but infinitely many versions of it, overlapping.”
Assessment and Analysis
Temporal specialists have concluded that the Old Man’s account represents the authentic experience of someone caught in a temporal preservation field during an extinction-level event. His perception of multiple iterations of the same moment is consistent with the theoretical effects of temporal stasis fields, which can create recursive probability loops when maintaining complex conscious beings.
Excerpt from Temporal Physicist Dr. Eliza Wei’s analysis:
“The subject’s references to a ‘Purple Force’ align with theoretical models of probability suppression fields that would be consistent with Singularity Omega’s known temporal manipulation strategies. His description of the sun’s accelerated fusion preceding Miranda’s destruction matches classified data on iron-bombing techniques.
Most significantly, the specific sensory details he provides about the evolving Perfect Bloody Mary across 1,342 loop iterations suggests the preservation field was not simply maintaining a static moment but exploring probability variations, possibly searching for the optimal causal configuration. This aligns with Singularity Alpha’s known strategy of probability optimization in temporal conflict scenarios.
The subject’s detailed account of varying adventures and events across loop iterations is consistent with what we would expect from a temporal preservation field trying to maintain psychological stability in conscious subjects. Rather than experiencing the same exact moment repeatedly—which would cause severe mental degradation—the field appears to have generated variations with increasing divergence from baseline, while maintaining core elements like the Bibimbap Saloon setting, the card game, and the eventual arrival of the temporal traveler.
The subject’s unique ability to retain memories across loops, while his companions had varying levels of memory retention, suggests he possessed some form of natural temporal sensitivity, making him valuable to the larger conflict.”
Epilogue: The Extraction
The final recording of the Old Man captures the apparent arrival of the temporal traveler and the beginning of the extraction process:
The Cycle Breaks
As the doors to the Bibimbap Saloon swung open for the 1,342nd time, security cameras captured him freezing mid-sentence, his eyes widening in what appeared to be recognition and vindication. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he whispered. “She’s really here. And it’s loop 1,342—the final one. Just like I predicted.”
The temporal traveler known as (name redacted for legal reasons) approached the counter and ordered a “Bloody Mary, no pickles, make it a double.” This specific phrase appeared to function as an activation sequence for the next phase of the extraction process, as it triggered a localized temporal anomaly lasting 8.7 seconds.
When recordings resumed, the Old Man appeared disoriented but lucid, repeatedly stating: “I just remembered something.” What he remembered was later documented in a separate interview: “The Volkswagen. The Bug. That’s our ticket out. It can travel through time. I saw it in loop 842, and again in 1,007, and 1,224. It’s parked outside now—for real this time, not just another loop variation.”
Subsequent temporal distortions suggest that the Old Man and several other preserved individuals were successfully extracted from the temporal loop by the traveler, using what appears to have been a vehicle modified for temporal displacement. Their extraction coincided with the final collapse of the temporal preservation field as the full force of the iron bombing finally reached the protected bubble, completing the destruction of the Miranda system.
The Cosmic Traffic Jam
Perhaps the most bizarre element of the Old Man’s account is his description of what happened immediately after their extraction from the Bibimbap Saloon:
Interdimensional Gridlock
”You think escaping was the end? Hah!” the Old Man recounted with a bitter laugh. “We get into that Volkswagen Bug—which is somehow bigger on the inside, by the way—and shoot up through the atmosphere. I can see Miranda below us, the whole planet starting to break apart as the star goes supernova. Beautiful and terrifying all at once."
"Then we hit what the sandwich lady calls ‘interdimensional traffic.’ Turns out, we weren’t the only ones being rescued from timeline erasure events. There was a whole damn queue of weird vehicles—space cars, glowing bubbles, even what looked like a horse-drawn carriage floating in vacuum. All of them lined up, waiting for clearance to enter the timestream."
"That’s when the arguments started. Old Man 2 swore we’d fought a purple monster seventeen times during the loops. Old Man 3 insisted we’d only tried to escape through the windows, never the door. I remembered it all differently. Even the sandwich lady looked confused—said something about ‘memory divergence across loop iterations.’ Turns out we’d all experienced a different version of those 1,342 loops. How’s that for cosmic irony? We finally escape the time prison only to get stuck in cosmic gridlock, arguing about which version of our imprisonment was real.”
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