Here’s where the clock stands now:
The Immortality Project narratives will catch up to present right about when the clock reaches 100%. At least, that’s the plan. But, as the infant grandchild I never had will say when she’s on her deathbed: “Plans are like the suction cups of an amoeba floating in the eyeball of a small green frog hopping from cloud to cloud in a thunderstorm.” (Also, Alexandros has different ideas.) – Ox
P.S. Keep your eye on Janice. According to the Eldest, she’s the hinge of fate. Why? Because. I happen to like Janice, but that’s not why. Maybe there’s no reason why. Whoever said fate was reasonable? Not me. If you know someone who said so, make ‘em take it back pronto. Not wise to say things like that. Not when it’s raining small green frogs, especially.