Monologue in four-dimension across time; I’m talking with the past me, my history, all in one.

Energy into matter? How can one ever do that, except God.

‘It doesn’t take a god or the God to do so. If you’re not on the edge of a dimension, you can’t see what’s on the other side. But once you’re here, you understand.’

The Twenty-third century has that kind of technology?

‘It is here, but not entirely made by humans.’

Aliens?

‘In your terms, yes. You can translate it that way so as to understand.’

You have a different name for aliens?

‘Creatures, that would be suffice.’

Do you mean you use different terms and language there, but can text me from your times?

‘Yes.’

How can the text retain its form and wordings, if they are so different?

‘Some kind of temporal-spatial engineering. It is a part of the program. It would adjust into suitable cultural mode so that you can understand. Remember, we come from your times. Yours is history to us. We know about it.’

I was enlightened. This dialog can be in two ways because you enable it.

‘Sure.’

Why me... why do you come for me, except being bored?

‘Because you’re me. You’re just like my memory, but then we can talk. This makes me a better person, more full. I’m talking with the past me, my history, all in one. Monologue in the fourth dimension across time.’

I sighed.

‘You don’t need to sigh, or worry. I wouldn’t be around all the time. But please read these pages and keep in mind. These are the things you’ll write. To me, it’s already written.’

Do you do this to make sure I write them? Does it violate any law of logical relation in the universe?

‘It’s a loop in itself. Created loop, not uncommon these days. The cosmos are full of loops or knots, as you may hear of. It is hard for three-dimensional creatures to comprehend, but just as myself once a 3D being, I understand your concern.’

So I can write them down as my own? Is it plagiarism?

‘In our times, you’re, but can evade responsibility in court. Again, your charge is only that you are not being creative. You copy your old writings.’

I lost a laughter.