Kinikoomi the Lesser

I've Realized the first fictional element, a worthless noble from a trite fantasy tale. It claims to be named Kinikoomi. In retrospect the process is obvious.

Reality moves forward in time, and so things change. People begin understood, simple. A mass of primitive cells. As time moves on they change. They become less solid, less cohesive. Eventually they disintegrate altogether.

Less understood is how fiction move backwards in time. Fiction ends up solid and complete a hundred years after it is written. As you go earlier, it becomes fuzzy, eventually a glint in someone's eye. Before that, it's nothing. Thus, to make fiction real, you merely reverse it.

I have now a cache of writings from Doctor Orlando Laswell. In his time, they are all fundamentally fictions. Non-truths. He was derided by his colleagues at the College of Metaphysics. He was expelled from his position as a university professor. But now, in my time, it's all true. The more bizarre and unreal his writings become, the more tools I have available for myself. And in turn, the madder he becomes as he tries to reproduce my successes and the more ambitious his failures -- my future-past successes - become.

-- The diaries of Olympiodorus the Third, dated first December 9th, 1944, then September 9th, 1944.