The wind blew very hard, nearly knocking him off his feet. He was magnetic, so it didn’t affect him. He was heavy, so it didn’t affect him. He walked down the street of an empty town, once full of life but now full of the bones of life. He was metallic, so it was nothing.
The experience repeated. He was eidetic, so he could watch it endlessly. The town was his home, or was at one time. No one was left – at least, no one that he could detect. He was receptive, so he would have known. He was an antenna, so he would have known.
There was war, but no warning. Lifelessness, but no life. Freedom fighting, with no freedom and no fighting. There was nothing but what was left. He remembered, so it didn’t affect him. He was turned down to numb, so it didn’t affect him.
The smells and sounds were not there. It was not a simulation, so he added them. It was real, so he added them. The doorway back home was glowing in the dusk. He had infravision, so it didn’t affect him.
He stayed in his former house for three weeks, searching for something. He was eidetic, so he should have found it immediately. Instead, he found a note from himself, telling himself that he would give it to himself in the future, if he would do one thing. He was a time traveler, so that was possible. He traveled through space and dimension, so that was possible.
He began doing the thing. The thing was this: Send a probe to the future that can send a signal from himself. Go back to when this was real. Wait. He was robotic, so he could do these things. He was a time-traveling robotic shell with his memories housed inside, so he could do these things.
He trusted himself. He sent a probe to the future that could send a signal from himself. The signal said ‘Send a probe to the future that can send a signal from yourself. Go back to when this was real. Wait.’ He was a robot, so he obeyed his command. He was human, so his command was correct.