quantum psychology takes shape

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I woke up cold at midnight. A tiny light was flashing in my room. It was my notebook. I opened the lid and found a message come in. Just a glance before sleeping on.

A pair of small meteorites measuring less than a kilo in diameter were approaching Earth. Well, it was still more than a quarter of million kilos away. Scientists are observing them closely, just in case they might run off-track and hit us, then we are all doomed.

When would this probable doomsday news be broadcast to common folks? Did they worry about it may arouse the-end-of-the-world melancholia? Few days later, maybe.

And how?

Just as I was going to bed, the voice-over-IP was ringing. I seldom got calls at this time of the night.

‘Hello?’ I answered.

‘Don’t involve yourself with the underground anymore.’ A low and stern voice said.

‘I did? No, I haven’t got involved...’

‘Listen, Lu is insane. And he has contact with terrorists.’

‘Who are you?’

‘You don’t need to know if you don’t know. Take my words.’ Then he hung up.

What a strange call. As I was lying on bed, Lu began to appear in my mind again. I began to relate some strange things happened these days. If the quantum psychology is right, that when you have threaded yourself into a line of correlated events from the mind, which is strong enough to merge into some kind of string, superstring, then you would live that line of history on. Judging from the things and events I recently encountered, I may have that quantum string happening to me.

Yes, I suspected so.

But mere suspicion was unable to convince myself. I had to see more. I am conscious that I am expecting something, and every morning when I wake up, I will consciously make my coming day.