Learning to Love Time Loops Without Going Insane

The world was very different than it was the last two he had lived through. Last two…? He still had trouble thinking about it like that, but the world had repeated, twice. Whatever forces he had been exposed to threw him into the middle of what felt like a weird movie plot. He hadn’t done anything special in his second chance. This was by choice, as he had done so much wrong the first time around. He was treating this third loop as a miracle, but how the world had changed. He assumed many of these changes were caused by his coworkers, who were likely also experiencing the same thing he was living through.

Marshall Technologies, people on Mars, President Trent, hell, the entire nation-state of New Babylon, none of this had happened last time around. This was the world he was going to raise his family in, and no matter how many times it looped, he would always do it again, he would do the same. He was happy now.

“Dad, mom says dinner’s ready.”

“Coming.”