Parallel Universes Of Self Novels & Stories

Their situation was once read this theory in a book by Flo—it feels like a multi-universe where there are similar existences in every dimension. "I am not that person, but in some ways I kind of related to him," Gior said straight forwardly once he turned to face the driver again. Gior and Mr. Frauzon were basically the doppelgangers of each other, so where is the lie? "We would like to meet him, but we got stranded here without anything we could rely on," Marie chimed in, taking over the conversation by pretending they were hopelessly lost in the woods. "That is unfortunate." The driver commented that he looked hesitant, but gradually he decided to help them. "Hop in. I'd drop you guys off.

Aurelian said quietly. I stepped backward immediately. "No." "Iris…" "No." I shook my head harder now, tears falling freely. "I don't believe this." "You don't have to. I don't want you to remember. Your body will destroy itself if you do." "You're talking about recreated universes and rulers and gods and alternate versions of me!" My voice echoed loudly across the empty hall. "And now my body will apparently self-destruct if I remember? Do you even hear yourself?!" Aurelian looked genuinely desperate for the first time since I met him.

They had long since prepared for this day—to sacrifice one daughter in order to protect the other. Inside Mom's handbag was a medical certificate stating that I was mentally ill. My parents were just waiting for me to make a scene so that they could lock me away in a mental asylum forever. They would hire abusive nurses to torture me all day once I was inside, forcing me to paint for Jane until I died, just like in my previous life. I was overwhelmed with exhaustion all of a sudden. It seemed that, just like in my previous life, the odds were stacked entirely against me.

Cuore agreed and Prince Tay also nodded. "My project Tanencha was to discover parallel worlds. I believe that when the experiment exploded and the beam struck me, there was enough energy to take us away from our observable universes and place us all together in this one. Considering we all have the same name and birthday... I think we are all the same person. Just different versions of ourselves." "So you telling me that I'm a black mad scientist, a skinny white teenager and hmm let's see a woman. Yes, that makes perfect sense." Prince Tay sarcastically smiled.

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.

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.

“Hindi! Bobo, kung mayro’n no’n, doon na lang ako! At kung mayroong parallel universe at hindi ako p’wedeng tumawid doon, sana okay lang ang aking other self doon.” Matapos niyang sabihin ‘yon, tumawa ulit siya nang tumawa. Napapailing na lang ako sa mga sinasabi niya pero kahit naman ako, hindi pa naniniwala. Nagiging interesado ako sa tuwing nagku-kuwento sa akin si Savannah, pero parang masiyado kasing mahiwaga ‘yon para paniwalaan. “May nabasa rin kasi ako,” panimula ko, dahilan para humupa nang unti-unti ang pagtawa niya. “Tuning fork phenomenon.”

Not power, but permission. The Administrator hesitated again. That hesitation cost it. The structured light beneath Autumn fractured. Not shattered—forked. Two possible architectures overlaid the ruins simultaneously, realities diverging by fractions of probability. Wolves flickered between outcomes—alive in one, extracted in another. The world began to split. Autumn felt herself being pulled apart—not physically, but causally. Two versions of her began to exist in parallel: one compliant, one defiant. The system attempted to isolate the compliant iteration.

“What are you talking about? It’s not my fault someone climbed inside you and pushed you into the backseat. It was still your body.” “I’m not talking about the times I wasn’t in control of my body” said Jenny. “I mean when you travelled to different timelines. Those weren’t this me.” She wasn’t even speaking English at this point. I gave my smaller, less-reliable self a hard glare. “What have you been telling her, Judas? It’s all lies. He doesn’t know anything. It’s always been you, in every timeline. There is only one you, you’re a singularity.” Which is truly what I believed. If it wasn’t, that meant I had abandoned and left behind numerous alternative versions of her, and I couldn’t accep

(SHIP OF FOOLS) “THE WORLD THAT YOU HAVE KNOWN IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE LOOPS CREATED BY HIM. THE WORLD THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE NOW IS REFLECTED, DUPLICATE AND TURN INTO SEVEN, AS THE LAST IS THE ORIGINAL WHERE THEY ARE ALL STRUGGLING TO FIGHT IN THE PUNISHMENT, LIE, PRICE, AND CONSEQUENCE HE CREATED AND WROTE HIMSELF, JUST TO UNDERSTAND MY LOVE AND BRING ME BACK TO THE VERY BEGINNING. SHARD OF THE ROYALS IS TORN INTO SEVEN, AS THEIR MEMORIES TURN INTO KEYS SCATTERED ALONG WITH THE WORLDS AND BOOK, CREATING ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS AND PARALLEL WORLDS.” Grasping everything as one thing is pinning unto the reality that she is right now and is standing upon. Her life, existence, and spared soul i