Alternate Universe Idea Generator Novels & Stories

he turned to look at Inspector Eallric who had his mouth and eyes wide open, “and others as useless as trying to fill up a sieve with liquid. And I could get away with all this which I'm sure would have been forbidden in the normal world for I had no restrictions.” “And what are some of the spells you - created?” Arron asked, sending a large lump of saliva down his long throat. Never in his life had he been this close to anything extraordinary or more precisely, magic. “That will be the story for another day, sir. It's best we focus on the situation we are on now. This might sound crazy, sir, but there is an alternate universe.” Couple of murmurs of ‘What?’ and a remark from Troef'ny Uthane

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

I said, although I didn’t sound very convincing. This was something I had already considered, although I’d tried very hard not to. What if jumping back in time didn’t make the universe stop and rewind, what if I just jumped into a parallel universe and started a new one? I could have left Jenny alone with both me and Claire dead. That Jenny’s life would go on while I restarted my life with another Jenny in another universe. Which brings up an even more pressing issue. Is it considered cheating if you fuck the same girl over and over in different parallel dimensions, or is it incredibly romantic? Only Stephen Hawking knows for sure, I guess.

As they spoke, it recorded what seemed to be like an otherworldly painting. “Kind of a weird thought,” said Eva, “but theoretically, they could awaken all your clones at the same time. There would be multiple you’s, but each one with different perspectives and thoughts and paths. Like, from that point on, each one’s gonna have their own different memories and lives.

Ken often teased me that being with the humans had altered the way I think but the truth was that, my wings had been clipped for so long that all I wanted to do now was fly to highest altitude and see what the world had in store for me. My favorite part about our visit to the planetarium, was when I 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.

He grinned. “I see that. I tried to sneak it but after the first time, Greyson made impossible for me.” I laughed. “Typical grandpa.” “What do you want to ask?” “Is it possible for alternative realities to exist?” “What do you mean?” “Let’s say that,” I lowered my voice. “Someone of greater value was sacrificed, so regression made it that the receptacle returned back way before the scheduled time, which annulled all the other regressions. Is it possible to keep that alternative reality that resulted from all the other regressions?”

The idea of parallel universes is not a simple metaphor: it is one of the many consequences that follow from cosmological observations. Space seems to have an infinite size. In such a case, everything that is possible will find some place where it becomes real, improbable though it may be. This is due to fairly consolidated physical ideas. If we consider less firm theories, we conclude that other universes may have different laws of physics. The presence of such universes would explain various aspects of our own and could resolve fundamental questions about the nature of time and the intelligibility of the physical world. Is there a copy of you reading this book? A person who is not you but

Before I’d left, Alarion had tried to prepare me for what I might find. “Each universe is like a mirror. alternate universes running parallel to ours,” he’d explained in that clinical tone of his. “Everything that exists here exists in another dimension. Me, you, Rave, even Edgar. But the circumstances, the choices, the realities are all different. You could find another version of me working as a farmer. Another you who’s a teacher. The possibilities are infinite.”* He’d warned me. But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared me for this.

“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.