Novelas y relatos de A Parallel Universe

Verity shrugged. “Right. Wordswood is that museum,” I said. Verity contemplated me with silence. “That museum wasn’t in some hidden alley, or some unlocated location. It was spread across Wordswood. Yes, as fictional as it may sound, but there is a whole another world operating parallel to our world, and it is hidden and it is expanding every second.” “A place that big? Where is it hidden?” “Inside the books,” I said, leafing through another book. Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest.

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

"She asks about Theo daily. Through Thelma." My chest tightened. Theo, my brother in all but blood, now the foundation of reality itself. Existing in infinite awareness and agony, holding existence together through sheer will. Getting tired, according to his last message. "Commander Xavier!" Dr. Nakamura burst in, his quantum physics team trailing behind. "We've had a breakthrough with the parallel universe gateway. Theoretically, we could send Earth's entire reality sideways into an adjacent dimension." "Theoretically," I repeated. "Well, yes. The power requirements are astronomical, and there's a ninety-three percent chance we'd simply cease to exist in both realities simultaneously." He a

Despite the secrecy, we were perfect together and we were happy. We spent every Saturday evening at the planetarium where Maria's eyes would glow to the color of soft moss green as she spoke about astronomy and some other stuff he didn't understand. Her dream was to study astronomy in university and fly to space someday despite being a practicing psychologist. My favorite part about their visit to the planetarium, was when she spoke about the theory of the multiverse; which postulated that every past and present of one's self exist in a different universe, for every choice you make an infinite number of yourself exist while you make that choice, so in this way, we get to live multiple lives.

Hadad looked at James and asked, “Do you know there are twelve universes?” James nodded lightly and replied, “Yeah.” Hadad explained, “A new universe has just been born in the Chaos. If we rank the universes merely by the time they were formed, this new universe will be called the Thirteenth Universe.” James and Melinda exclaimed simultaneously, “Huh?” Startled, James thought, ‘The Thirteenth Universe? This shouldn’t be happening, right?’

I don't want to hope because hope hurts. I bowed down. I trained my eyes on my shoes. Not because I'm shy but because I am thinking. I don't want to stare like an idiot. I always saw that in every movie and the female characters look stupid so I promised myself not to do that. But I'm confused. How come to Cayden and Lucas look alike here on earth? Do they look like me? Like me who has a doppelgänger in Pandora? Probably, that is not impossible. Earth is Pandora's Alternate Universe, right? That might be the case. Suddenly I came to my senses with the thought of someone shaking me again. I looked up at Misha because I knew he was the one shaking me.

She didn't know that Roman Volkov was checking the timer on a localized EMP charge. ​She didn't know that the "Ghost" was no longer a man, but a force of nature. ​The yacht moved further into the darkness, leaving the jurisdiction of the world behind. Inside, the elite laughed and drank, celebrating a merger built on a graveyard. They thought they were in a floating fortress. They didn't realize they were in a gilded cage, and the key was already at the bottom of the ocean. ​Vivienne looked up at the stars, the cold salt spray stinging her cheeks.

and into the "Cyclical-Forge." The solution lay in the "Paradox of the Infinite." Audrey commanded the Council of All-Unions to stop trying to "Contain" the energy of the Bastion. Instead, she ordered them to "Open the Vents" to every parallel universe simultaneously. They were going to turn the Interstitial-Space into a "Multiversal-Forge," a place where the energy didn't just flow out, but "Looped" back in on itself through a billion different timelines.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

This lifespan decreases every time that the intelligent race, inhabiting it extract resources, the years of exploitation put enormous stress on it and shortened its remaining time. He needed to "lengthen" the planet's remaining time, but the energy required for such a project was so immense that it would be impossible to generate it. That's where the second theory came to play. If he could connect his universe to the countless parallel universes, he could resolve the energy problem. After years of work, the dreamer finally made a working device: The skyforge of dreams. Nobody knows how it looked like or how he managed to make it, only its purpose: giving energy in exchange for other kinds of