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Some of us would remain on the planet.... Others would move offworld.
Some would go to live on the Sun. Others would migrate to places nearby but
invisible. Some would open holes in the fabric of spacetime, and
step through doorways where no doors were previously known to exist.
I watched the phantom futures lap over each other like waves; none constant, none fixed, all of them melting and solidifying in a swirl of probability and potential. |
