Parallel Universes Of Self Novels & Stories

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.

I never thought of him as a husband but just a best friend only. I feel sorry about it but it’s all the fact that I can’t change. My heart can’t be dictated; it beats involuntarily picking up someone I didn’t expect to have feelings with. “Do you want me to call my other self?” he asked. I can’t understand how I am feeling now. It’s kinda weird to know there is someone like me who can actually talk to our other selves from a parallel universe. “O-Okay,” I stammered. He dialed a number and it rings.

Anna with death aspect flickering, ready to intervene somehow even though death can’t stop consciousness reunion. And I’m feeling the pressure Marcus describes, other versions of myself hammering at reality’s boundaries, trying to get home, trying to become whole again. The variants I could have been if I’d made different choices. The original I was before design shaped me. All of them wanting to merge with current-me and create something unprecedented. “Mama, what do I do?” Marcus asks desperately. “Let them through or hold them out?” And I have seconds to decide if I become a coalition of every possible Mabel or stay in singular consciousness and risk them destroying reality trying to forc

The problem is that whenever I start one task, two others arise and that messes up my itinerary completely. I set myself the goal of building a cabin and suddenly I'm going to look for wood to enlarge the bed so that Bob is more comfortable. It might seem like the two are unrelated, but Bob is our best lumberjack and he can haul wood a lot easier than the rest of us. One day he woke up contracted, his muscled were all tense in pain, and he couldn't go to look for wood, as a result of this the construction of the cabin was delayed a full day.

"So, you thought life's not worth living because of some petty mortal who didn't treat you right?" "What?" "You've got the entire universe for you. The stars shine equally bright for everyone. Everything majestic has been given to all of us. It's priceless in both the senses. Yet here you are, enjoying all that magnificent beauty and cribbing about a mortal." He turned towards Jericho and looked into his eyes, he suddenly found himself in the middle of the universe, where he could see all galaxies, all the stars. He passed through various galaxies and various dimensions, various alternative lives, various different universes,a complete parallel world within a few seconds. And suddenly he was

She said smiling "Thanks, Mommy," I said grabbing to eat with her. "What's up with your new attitude?" She said sipping her coffee "Yeah, I just needed a change.' "You know locking everyone out won’t help you, I know I have fallen short of many things as a parent and I have made you feel that relying on yourself, is the best thing and I also know that, so many things I should have done better, and differently, but the truth is, keeping things to yourself, the pain would still be there, it will just be suppressed and honey one day you’ll need to let it all out I just hope you don’t get shattered when you do." She said dropping her coffee

i walk over and sit on the couch and wait. She sits there watching waiting, after a few minutes she speaks, “i bet you are wondering where you are?” i nod and reply, “im assuming im dead judging by being in here with an angel.” She giggles, “yes and no, the gods are wanting you to try and see if its safe to bring the world’s together or if they’re going to go ahead and destroy themselves with their hatred of other species.” She takes a breath, “Each Species has their own god and this was decided to let you decide if you want to save them to save yourself.”

He’d never think his discarded daughter had just rewritten reality in her bedroom. Let him search. I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tracing the locket’s chain around my neck. My mind raced through possibilities. What if the duplicate falters? What if Morwen senses the deception? But then I remembered the book’s warning: “The duplicate is not separate. It is an extension of the self. What the original feels, the echo knows.” She is me. Just… elsewhere. And right now, “elsewhere” is exactly where I need to be.

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.

Stared at my notebook with the focus of a man who had never been more interested in a blank page in his entire life. My face was on fire. I could feel it. I clicked my pen four times. Wrote the date at the top of the page. Underlined it. Underlined it again. "Quantum probability," I said. My voice was almost normal. Almost. "There's a theory that in a sufficiently complex system every possible outcome exists simultaneously until observation forces it into a single reality." I clicked my pen. "Which means every choice creates a parallel version of events running alongside this one. Right now. Continuously."