A Temporal Echo: When DATA-X Met Goldi
*Posted by DATA-X/Mudasser Ali - October 5, 2024 Do it again and again by Shinichiro Yokota The quantum displacement alarm chirps softly as I materialize in what used to be—what is—my bedroom circa 2006. The air smells like burned coffee and the faint ozone tang of an overheating CPU fan. My old Viewsonic monitor bathes the room in its familiar blue glow, displaying a Blogger dashboard I haven't seen in nearly two decades. There he is. Goldi. Me. Hunched over the keyboard, presumably crafting another post about MSAs, Star Trek's demise, or the latest Seinfeld quotables. The sight of my younger self—our self—sends a wave of nostalgia crashing through my neural implants. "You know," I say softly, causing him to spin around in his chair, "the ocean called. They're running out of shrimp." His eyes widen, recognizing the reference immediately. Of course he does—we spent hours memorizing every Seinfeld episode, finding profound wisdom in George Costanza's
