The Dealer at the Origin of Time: Can D. Colin Palmer Rewrite the Weave?

At the point where all timelines begin, an omniscient Dealer shuffles the first probability and watches reality cascade into less-perfect echoes of itself. And there, in one of the later worlds, sits Science Fiction Author D. Colin Palmer—clicking the finishing touches into place: the smoking jacket on the way, bold ascots arriving, the poker phone ready, oversized franks on the hot dog machine, films queued for a late-night ritual of edible, cinema, and cards.

This is a poker-metaphor monologue told from the origin of time—where hot peppers become tapas, mustard becomes the single taste of all phenomena, onions become compassion, and an old Matlock memory becomes a sutra about samsara, justice, and American absurdity.

The Dealer asks one question: in a universe that keeps degrading into copies… can one disciplined mind, one householder-bodhisattva in a smoking jacket, rewrite the weave?