[ WP ] You are going through your life , when one day you start hearing voices in your head offering advice on everything you do . Except they argue and you slowly realize the voices are you from different periods in the future .

“ Everyone has that internal monologue. You know, that ‘ voice ’ inside your head helping you make decisions, reflecting on the actions you take. Well today, I heard two… ” 
 
 I stared at my computer screen and hit the delete button. Journal be damned. You learn a lot in medical school. And I ’ ve learned enough to know that what ’ s happening to me will ruin my career, let alone my life. Two voices. Arguing. Schizophrenia. I ’ ll never get a license to practice. No one can ever find out. I ’ ll learn how to manage. 
 
 “ Transference established, Sir. ” 
 
 “ Thank you, Jen. ” I sit at my desk and draw the helmet down over my salt and pepper hair. What is he going to be doing today? It ’ s hard to remember sometimes. Too much going on. 
 
 “ It ’ s been a week now, and I ’ m starting to feel the effect of the disease. It ’ s hard to concentrate. Although it ’ s interesting. One voice seems more ‘ real ’ than the other. I don ’ t know how to explain it… ” 
 
 Repercussions be damned. I kept the journal. Writing my thoughts down seems to help. Maybe. I don ’ t know. 
 
 “ Transference established. ” 
 
 I pull the helmet over my graying hair. That middle-aged fool! He ’ s going to mess everything up. I have to undo what he ’ s done. 
 
 “ There ’ s another voice now. It ’ s weird. The ‘ realer ’ voice seems to be a bystander now. The two argue Both clawing for my attention and trying to silence the other. The arguing happens more and more often. Each decision I make… ” 
 
 It ’ s late, 4AM late. It seems to be the only time that I can get some peace and quiet. I guess even the voices need their rest. 
 
 “ Transference established, doctor. ” 
 
 “ Wheel me over please, Greg. ” Greg reaches up and pulls the helmet to my now bald head. Today ’ s the day. This year is the year. This time I ’ ll be able to stop it. I may be old but I now know what to do. 
 
 “ It seems liked hundreds of voices now. Telling me how to answer questions on my tests. Telling me how to diagnose my patients. It ’ s kind of funny. If you concentrate hard enough, and I mean really concentrate, you can distinguish one or two of the voices. And they are always right. The big problem now is the volume, each new voice is louder than the last, wanting my attention more and more… ” 
 I close the laptop and put on my coat. Holy crap. Keep it down guys. Fuck. 
 
 “ Ready babe? ” 
 
 “ Yes, hon. Got the directions? ” 
 
 “ Yes ma ’ am! ” I give my wife a kiss and we head to the car. The voices are growing even louder. There ’ s a frantic tone to them. They are all barking orders. “ Turn around! ” “ Wrong shoes ” “ Take a different route. ” I ’ ve never heard this much dissent among them before. 
 
 I start the car and follow the directions. The voices pleas become most panicked. Usually, I can ignore them, but this is getting to me too much. It ’ s so loud that I ’ m losing focus and my vision is starting to blur. 
 
 I run a red. I am punished for my mistake by a vehicle hitting my car. The world spins rapidly and finally the voices are in unison. They are crying out in pain. They are crying over my death. 
 Wait, no they aren ’ t. I ’ m alive. I ’ m here. I look over to my right and realize what happened. She ’ s dead. The voices knew. They knew. They knew… 
 
 “ Take it off, Greg. ” Greg removes the helmet from my head. 
 
 “ Any better this time around? ” 
 
 “ No, Greg. Same as the last time. ” 
 
 “ I can ’ t believe she ’ s gone. But at least the voices left with her. My life is in shambles. The hospital was gracious enough to give me plenty of time off from my work… ” 
 
 The phone rang and I picked it up. 
 
 “ Hello, Dr. Geady? ” 
 
 “ Yes, may I ask who ’ s calling, please? ” 
 
 “ This is Dr. Yates from Columbia. We met last year at the NIH workshop. We ’ ve been studying your work on cognition and sense of self. We combined our research with quantum physics teams to create something that we would like to get your involved with. It ’ s called Transference and I ’ d like to tell you more about it. I ’ m sure you will be an asset to the team. ”
