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| Generated by Google Workspace Labs text-to-image Duet AI software |
This is not my world. I don’t even know where I would call home anymore. I
was born an unremarkable autistic kid in central Kansas in 1987, on a
version of Earth. When I was four years old, a random cosmic accident imbued
me with access to a higher plane of existence. From there, my knowledge and
powers grew as more and more data came flooding in from these other
dimensions. I started writing this information down in the form of fictional
stories. But they weren’t fictional. They were just mostly happening in
other universes. I even wrote myself into the stories, and occasionally
interacted with my own characters. I didn’t realize the danger I was putting
myself in, until the boundaries between my world and the rest began to blur,
and instead of merely bringing characters to life, I was becoming part of a
new story. A lot of stuff happened that I won’t get into, but it involves
time travel, my alternate self, and a desperate scheme to retrieve my dog
from a collapsed timeline. I let the other me live out his life, and
sacrificed myself to the same collapse, essentially switching places with my
dog, Daisy. But there was hope. My other self had all my same powers, and
part of that was being able to generate characters at will, so he made me.
He remade me, and inserted me into one of the most pleasant universes
in the bulkverse. That’s where I met Cricket.
Cricket is a bioenhanced posthuman from Moderaverse, who lived in a world
that stressed biological improvement over external technological
development. I was starting to like it, but it did not last. We found
ourselves being randomly sent to yet another universe, in another version of
Earth. We were able to escape that, but not back to Moderaverse. We started
to travel the bulk, meeting all sorts of new people, and making a new friend
in a U.S. Marine named Claire Fuller. We continued to go on adventures
together, vaguely trying to get back to Cricket’s world, but mostly just
trying to find our place in the cosmos. In the meantime, I found myself with
the ability to borrow my characters’ special powers, one at a time. The last
one I took was true immortality, and I never gave it back. But I lost it
anyway when I went to Havenverse, which doesn’t allow such gifts. The three
of us lived there for five years, trying to make the best of it. But then we
were separated when a powerful being put me in the crosshairs of an
abductor. It was he who forced me through an interversal portal that I
imagine was meant for him. Now I’m here, in a world that is not unlike
Havenverse, but it’s even worse, because it’s boring. Everything just seems
so dull and tedious. My immortality is still gone, but I was able to get it
back temporarily, so at least I’m young again. The problem is that I have no
identity, no money, and no place to live. I’m in this internet cafe to
chronicle my struggles as I focus on essential needs before I can move on to
more metaphysical ambitions. I have to get back to Cricket and Claire,
whether that means returning to Havenverse, or finding them somewhere else
in the multiverse. Until then, natives of this Earth, enjoy my daily updates
in a new series that I call Pleadings From Boreverse. Sorry to have
to call it that...but you sort of brought it on yourselves.
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