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  • ...and as the curtain speech concludes, the lights dim, and I hear a voice to my right mumble “That’s new.” I glance over. I’m surprised, I didn’t even hear the pop of the wormhole opening, but there he is, that version of me from ten years ago. He’s leaning forward, perched on the edge of his seat, wringing his hands, eyes shining in anticipation. He continues, “Usually the house manager gives the speech.” I grunt. “Replaced them with recorded speeches years ago.” I look him…
  • ...and as the curtain speech concludes, the lights dim, and I hear a voice to my right mumble “That’s new.” I glance over. I’m surprised, I didn’t even hear the pop of the wormhole opening, but there he is, that version of me from ten years ago. He’s leaning forward, perched on the edge of his seat, wringing his hands, eyes shining in anticipation. He continues, “Usually the house manager gives the speech.” I grunt. “Replaced them with recorded speeches years ago.” I look him…
  • ...and as the curtain speech concludes, the lights dim, and I hear a voice to my right mumble “That’s new.” I glance over. I’m surprised, I didn’t even hear the pop of the wormhole opening, but there he is, that version of me from ten years ago. He’s leaning forward, perched on the edge of his seat, wringing his hands, eyes shining in anticipation. He continues, “Usually the house manager gives the speech.” I grunt. “Replaced them with recorded speeches years ago.” I look him…