“I never had holes in my memories,” said Jennifer, possibly talking to the sexy stranger. “I always had memories in my holes. I’ve been created so many times, and always for the same reason and in the same way. I’ve never been except when I’ve needed to be, and I’m not entitled to have any memories at all. Yet there’s a resonance across all the dimensions, and every time I’m reformed, I resonate, and memories form that have no right to an existence. I’ve been so many people and to so many places, that the world itself records my presence and tells me of it when I come back again.”
The stranger gazed at Jennifer, eyes wet with tears meeting eyes that were only dark holes in a woman’s head.
“When we met… in the brothel…”
“I was there to meet a woman and start a war.”
The stranger frowned and a tear leaked from the corner of her eye. “We started the AmeriConf—”
“I was the woman?”
Jennifer nodded. “No-one ever knows how vital they are to the cosmos before I pay them a visit. By then, it’s too late.”