Previously on Ar's Paradoxica.

You're...

Yes, hi, I'm you. From the future.

I spent decades running from the office of developed anomalous whatever and they're not bad people.

Misguided, certainly, but you know Wickman he cares Wickman what about Donovan as of today

You don't need to worry about bill Donovan Wickman's taking over operations

You don't know where you strangled an old man in a hospital bed.

You people took everything from me.

You've got a choice about what happens next.

I'm listening.

The booklet I found when I got here calls this place the black room a little bubble in

time isolated to a single moment tethered to the deck of the USS Eldridge

in the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard on the afternoon of October 28th,

1943.

My mission is to facilitate the communications for various iterations of OdAR across space and time.

Yes, I'm a time travel mailman.

How glamorous.

If you'll excuse me, I've got a flight to catch.

Recruitment?

Flying out to the seaboard.

I've been eyeing a professor at the University of Delaware who might fit the bill. Wish me luck. Oh, I'm going to be here. Oh, And that's check. You know, strategy is supposed to be your own will projected into the real world.

And from here I'm thinking your strategy is to let me win.

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