Throughout the 1970s and into the 1980s, numerous letters would arrive at the San Francisco Police Department, each of which claimed to be from The Zodiac, but nearly all of them were proven fake for one reason or another.
With The Zodiac having never been caught and eventually falling silent, the case went cold, and no one was ever brought to justice for the murders; however, NUMEROUS other killings were tied to him online and by third parties, some of which had a high likelihood of being committed by The Zodiac.
Still, the legend would become a deeper mystery as time went on, and dozens of people were named suspects.
Taking a deep breath, I closed the book and stared off into the distance of my imaginary library.
’So many potential suspects, and unfortunately, many have already died by 1993; still, I will pick up this case and see it through till the end, or at the very least, until the trail goes completely cold.’
’With my Talent, there is no reason I shouldn’t be able to point myself in the right direction…I hope The Zodiac isn’t actually dead, as that would make the game farrrrr too boring.’
With a smirk, I flashed out of my imagination library and realized I was lying in my crib…
As it turns out, during the time I was in my memory library, I was apparently so deep in thought that Amanda and my father believed me to have fallen asleep and, thus, put me to bed for the night.
Wearing a frown, I couldn’t help but be concerned about how easily I had been picked up and moved without my knowledge. However, since I technically had nothing to fear at present, I shrugged it off.
’Serial Killers aside, I really need to figure out my timeframe for the Second Event Quest. For starters, I need to calculate the spawn frequency of people from the future.’
Laying on my back, I lifted my left arm and began drawing in the air with my finger. Although I wasn’t actually doing anything, in my mind’s eye, I could see the numbers forming in my imagination.
’Alright, even though the maximum leap to the past was 50 years, Arkadia wants us prepared; based on how there were already 500 people here when I arrived, and there are 5000 people, it leads me to believe we are working with 40 years instead of 50.’
’Three hundred sixty-five days a year, times 40 years, gives me 14,600 days. Divide that by 5000 gives me 2.92….s**t That means there’s a hundred and twenty-five spawning every year.’
’More importantly, roughly every three days, a new person spawns…going off that rate,1000 people will spawn every eight years, so…I’ve only got four years to reach the Peak of No-Rank…I would be five years old by then…it should be doable.’ Dropping my hand to scratch my cheek, I examined the 2nd event quest further.
’1997 to reach Peak of No-Rank, 2005 to reach Alpha, 2013 to push my Talent up to Alpha, then I need to break through to Alpha by 2021. Last but not least, I need to reach Beta-Rank by 2029…it’s going to be rough unless I get my hands on proper resources; still, with enough money and Brenden fighting alongside me, the two of us should be able to pull it off…ugh but it’s going to take SO MUCH XP!’
’Adding onto the list of ever-expanding tasks, I’m going to have to help little Brenden train; while I can’t do extensive workouts with him since he will not have his memories, I can try to help build up a decent physique on him before he returns to the past.’
’That way, he will be able to exhibit at least some of his strength.’
Bringing my left hand to my chin, I began unconsciously rocking side to side in my crib while falling deeper into thought.
’There is just too much to do, and being stuck in the body of a baby isn’t helping. Pushing the timeline, finding Serial Killers, personal growth, finding money, ugh, you know what, f**k it, ima just go to bed for now.’ Feeling frustrated at my inability to move forward, I closed my eyes and let mental exhaustion take me to dreamland.
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Over the next few days, I tried to gather as much information about the world’s current events as possible; however, without access to the internet, as it was still in its infancy and we didn’t have a computer, the only thing I could do was speed read the newspaper as my father read it in the morning and listen to the news broadcasts every night.
Much to my surprise, not a whole lot had changed from what I knew about the early 90s, a fact I found odd considering there were already over 500 people from the future mulling around the world.
After some consideration, I could only come up with three plausible theories; the first was people couldn’t generate enough money to access the Arkadia shop’s resources, and without ample funds, it was virtually impossible to get future tech or the necessary items to boost personal training.
The second option was both illogical and highly likely, and that was that a good majority of the people transferred back in time were of the Myriad Races.
Considering they were in hiding until well after Arkadia’s descent, it makes sense that they would have little to no effect on worldly affairs at present.
The final theory I had devised was, like me, a good majority of those sent back in time were brought back to a time when they were either babies or very young.
It had been four years since the first person came back in time, yet from what I could tell, the only major difference in this timeline compared to the Origin Line is the fact that Clinton didn’t get elected.
During the few days after I came back to the past, my life was mundane, filled with the annoying pestering of Amanda, the stupid medicinal cocktail of drugs, and boring kiddy cartoons.