When it comes to Payne, we are not pulling our punches.
Memory and intellect, much like knowing and understanding, were a fuel and energy combo, prone to being out of balance and faulty. Booms fixed that. The boomers, those who took the simple, leisurely stroll down memory lane, even if ending up in a neck brace, are called boomers here, as in right here with this handful of this-paged words, and nowhere else so as not to be confused with anyone else, such as dragons, time-pieces and players. The boomers don’t even really count here, it was an enterprise unto itself without need of the talents of a Millie and in which a Mr. Sun had no interest, not in one or the other.
Next to accomplish came witnessing something witnessed by someone you knew who was willing to share. Something akin to looking at your aunt’s holiday snaps or listening to an equator physicize about loose plancks, as you’ve already tripped and are falling down a flight of stairs to remind you that you were alive, but with a greater cost than time and boredom, while a neck brace was still in play. Again, not very interesting to a Mr. Sun apart from the spectacle of seeing someone fall down stairs.
That is going to hurt and there is but one way about it.
Then it got tryckier, as in open source witnessing, the birth of macro travel, the travel industry to be, for a time, that housed baaaQ-travel. Open source witnessing meant manipulating an alien source witness, one that wasn’t specifically witnessing what was there originally. In other words, getting a would-be witness, one that was actually there, to witness something other than what he or she witnessed. It gets very complex, and those were very other words, as one would probably think an alien source would-be witness wasn’t even there in the first place. Think again. They had to be there.
Thinking again was really one of the big trycks to get done when all was said and done. A double done, no doubt about it.