Because of where they exist, the powers that be cannot communicate with the people they’re in control of directly. It’s unclear how they wield any power at all, but they do have limitations. They can move certain people anywhere they want in the timestream, even to other planets, and they can alter reality to account for any pushback or errors. They can’t make a salmon physically do anything, but there are ways of encouraging desired behaviors. Not everyone is salmon, however, and in order to accomplish their goals, there are times when they need to send a message. Enter The Emissary, stage left. He was born with the mononym, Isaurus, but hasn’t used it for centuries. He isn’t the only person with psychic abilities, but his is one of the—if not the very—strongest. He is capable of receiving messages from other universes, which is necessary for the powers to stay in contact with him. He’s not able to send messages back to them, nor to anyone else. He would come to consider his limitations a blessing, for if he was capable of pushing thoughts into anyone’s head in the entire bulkverse, he might have become an unstoppable god. As he was not himself salmon, The Emissary could not be controlled. He agreed to be the intermediary between the powers that be, and the other choosing ones because he has nothing better to do. He knew enough about the universe to procure immortality water, so it wasn’t like he was worried about dying, or anything. He’ll occasionally travel to different universes to relay messages of great importance, unrelated to his usual work with the powers, but he’ll generally stay at home. He jumps back and forth throughout the timestream, on an as needed basis. He sometimes enjoys the local sights, but has very little in the way of a personal life. As impactful as his actions can be in other people’s stories, on his own, he’s a rather unremarkable person, which is exactly how he likes it.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.

Monday, June 24, 2019
Microstory 1131: The Emissary
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