"Well, didn't you?"
Wilson did not have an answer ready for that one. Diktor continued with, "Don't worry about it. The causation you have been accustomed to is valid enough in its own field but is simply a special case under the general case. Causation in a plenum need not be and is not limited by a man's perception of duration."
Wilson thought about that for a moment. It sounded nice, but there was something slippery about it. "Just a second," he said. "How about entropy? You can't get around entropy."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," protested Diktor, "shut up, will you? You remind me of the mathematician who proved that airplanes couldn't fly." He turned and started out the door. "Come on. There's work to be done."
Wilson hurried after him. "Dammit, you can't do this to me. What happened to the other two?"
"The other two what?"
"The other two of me? Where are they? How am I ever going to get unsnarled?"
"You aren't snarled up. You don't feel like more than one person, do you?"
"No, but―"
"Then don't worry about it."