Previously on Ar's Paradoxica.

Hi, I'm Anthony Partridge.

I can't imagine that if you're listening to this that you wouldn't already know that.

The booklet I found when I got here calls this place the black room. There is a floor, but beyond that there's nothing, an inky black curtain cutting me off from the rest of the world and time itself. This is where I live now.

This room is my prison, my cage. I'm not being dramatic either. It's really called a

cage. Controlled atemper a temporal something or other.

Basically we crank up the emitters until the glue-on wall just barely begins to condense

then pull back on the it's just a time bubble.

Isolated to a single moment, tethered to the deck of the USS Eldridge on the afternoon of October 28th,

1943.

This place right here, right now, is the nexus that makes time travel possible there were vastly more

boxes and equipment than I was sent with and it's from the future

tally this is the way make the anchor boat and bam!

Odal loses its grip over the history.

Ah!

Mickeyel, stay with me!

Everything is the worst. I think I'm going to talk to Roberts about that shrink.

I'll call you later. here. Oh, Hello and welcome back to the continuing adventures of Anthony Partridge in the desk clerk's office without time.

Today I have stumbled upon a rather interesting quirk of my Philadelphia forever home.

Sure, it may have cost me a few of my precious medical supplies, but that's a small price to pay around here for something new and exciting.

I had cleared out my cue, and while waiting for the system to refresh, I was killing time by building a rubber band ball.

Now before you go asking, yes I do have a ton of office supplies here and yes rubber bands do seem

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