The Inevetibility of Time Travel: Part Two

Present Me: Wait a second... Are you with the Brain Hippies?

Future Me #274: Not that I'm aware of. So, in other words: Yes, I'm one of their top level agents, so secret that they can't even let me know that I am. In fact, I am such a high level secret agent that they don't know either.

Present Me: I thought something smelled funny.

Future Me #274: Being this high level of an agent requires great intuition. Since neither I, nor my handlers have any idea that I'm an agent, it makes it difficult to tell what my assignments are.

Present Me: Hmmm, and since I'm talking to you and you're a future me, then time travel must be possible and therefore I must already be an agent! And it has always been a bit of a mystery why I haven't posted on this blog in 20 months... The Space Zombies must have kidnapped my brain!!!

Future Me #274: Hmmm... that would explain quite a bit I s'pose.

Present Me: ...but if I can deduce that now, then somehow I must have already rescued it. Good job me!

Future Me #274: I guess now the only question that remains is what did they do with your brain for the past 20 months?

Present Me: Tried to get it to work I suspect. Fortunately, I have been training to foil just such a plot for years!