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\section{Meeting With Destiny}
I sat at my desk typing away. I'd been here for hours. It wasn't like I'd had
any other choice. If I finished this project, I could save the world.
``Test One,'' I announced to the camera. I tapped a few keys on my keyboard.
The computer screen flashed several colours. I jumped when the machine behind
me started to emit a pulsating low hum. The magnetic field generator, no
doubt.
The pedistal behind me glowed with a bright blue light and a circle of blinding
white condensed light formed over it, hanging a half meter off the ground.
``The Transdimensional Phase Device appears to be functioning,'' I announced
excitedly. I wasn't sure if the recording setup could even hear me over the
thrumming the machine made. ``Continuing on to confirmation test.''
I plucked my coffee mug from my desk. It was long emptied and nearly ice cold.
I smiled at the camera and chucked it at the circle. As it passed through, the
circle of condensed light's surface rippled like water. I shifted slightly to
see the other side.
``The portal has been formed correctly,'' I laughed. ``We're saved!''
As I was excitedly stimming, something unexpected happened: the mug flew back
through the portal, smashing into my computer's screen. I stood there, shocked
at the remains of my mug and the destroyed monitor.
``What the--''
The form of a person passed through the portal. ``Air pressure stable,'' the
person said. Their voice was modulated. ``Atmospheric composition is
breathable.'' A pause. I realised I was only getting half the conversation as
I gawked at them. They shifted, turning what I assumed was a head toward me.
``Oh. Its another one of us.''
I furrowed my brow. ``Another one of... us?'' I asked.
Moments of silence hung in the air between us before they tapped at a screen on
their wrist. The suit they wore hissed as the helmet released and folded back.
I was surprised.
I was looking at myself.
``Hey, I'm going to assume your name is Lyra,'' she said, smiling. It was odd
seeing my own face smiling back at myself.
I nodded in shocked silence for a moment, then jumped for joy and stimmed some
more, wildly announcing success for the recording setup.
``Woah there,'' she said. Her voice was crystal clear and beautiful. It was a
surreal experience to hear myself from someone else's perspective. ``Clearly
you're happy that this worked, but we're trying to explore the Outer Reaches
here.''
I giggled. ``Isn't it multiverse, or multiplanar space?''
``Lyra Prime, the first to actually hop through the planar membrane, decided to
call it the Outer Reaches, and it just stuck.''
``Wild,'' I nodded along before approaching the other me. The machine was
still thumming its now soft pulse, a more stable link established. ``May I
touch you?''
She blushed, a crimson that clearly held a meaning I didn't intend to invoke.
``A little soon, maybe?''
``Oh,'' I blushed, ``I didn't--''
Another person, or another me, I supposed, walked through the open portal.
``Oh wow,'' her voice was still modulated through the suit. ``The new one's
too forward for Theta-3.''
``Oh, you're one to talk,'' Theta-3 responded as the newcomer's helmet
retracted. ``At least she didn't immediately ask if my univere had Death Notes
like you, edge-lord.''
``What are Death Notes?'' I asked, snapping up my digital writing tablet to
take careful not of my interactions thus far.
``They're an as of yet fictional notebook that allows you to kill people by
writing their name,'' the new Lyra explained. ``I assume you don't have them
here either.'' I was too busy writing to answer.
``Oh gods,'' Theta-3 sighed after a few moments. ``She's just like Prime, too
busy taking thorough notes `for science' to even answer.''
I continued making notes, trying very hard to catalogue and understand. I
didn't notice the newcomer approach me. Before I knew it there was a gloved
hand guiding my face up.
``Hey there, Little Prime,'' she said, a saultry tone permeating her voice.
I hiccuped as my face flushed. ``H- hi,'' I tried.
``I'm Lyra Zero,'' Zero continued, her eyes locked with mine as if probing for
the hidden secrets of the universe.
``Hi Zero,'' I replied, unable to look away from her stare.
``Zero, would you stop that,'' Theta-3 interjected, her face holding the most
unammused look I'd ever seen anyone make, let alone myself. ``And you, Little
Prime, would you quit writing notes, we have a full database of notes you can
copy back in Prime's lab.''
Oh, this was about to get incredibly complicated wasn't it?
\section{Complication, Chaos, and Computers}
``I don't understand,'' I complained to the me standing a few feet away.
Supposedly Theta was the commander of their self-defense force. Selves-defense
force? The terminology breaks down when there are multiple of a single person.
Though, I supposed the majority of us weren't quite the same. From what I
could gather, there were clusters of alternate me's that had similar
personalities, and that's how I- they organized and named themselves. This was
surreal.
The Theta designation was for those of me who had the personality or previous
life experience that lent well to militarized protection. The Prime
designation, of which only two were currently known, were supposedly both
leaders and scientists. I wasn't sure how that was supposed to work. Science
and leadership have almost nothing to do with eachother.
``We are pushing back several incursions already,'' Theta stated. Her face was
scarred in a few spots. I decided to respectfully not acknowledge them. ``We
literally don't have the numbers to fight on another front.''
``This is about numbers?'' I asked. It seemed clear to me that no matter which
one of me I was dealing with, analysis was still a skill. ``What about the
eleven billion people on my planar Earth?"
``And the thirty billion people on Prime Earth or the fifteen billion on
Omicron-4 Earth,'' Theta replied, an emotionless expression hanging on my- her
face before softening up. ``We've lost many planar homes, we can't save them
all no matter how hard we try. I'm sorry for your loss, but at least you've
secured your own safety and found a new home.''
So, I'd just been too late? I didn't know if I could accept that, really.
Shouldn't I, no matter which me we were talking about, value human life on a
very deep and basic level?
She gave me a sorrowful look. ``You can try to talk with Prime about it.
Maybe get an emergency shipment of weapons we've developed, along with
instructions, to your world's people. No promises that they'll be good for
your, uh, specific needs.''
``So the incursions you're currently fighting aren't--''
``No,'' she laughed. ``I'd say fighting demons is completely new for us.''
``Well it was kinda my fault..." I trailed off, feeling sour again. I had
written a general purpose program to summon demons. One of my research
assistants emailed the program to every address on a certain email provider.
Now Atan was trying to setup a thousand year kingdom for... whoever his people
are supposed to be. Christians, jews, and muslims, I supposed, but nobody
really knew who actually worshiped him. Everyone else was going to die.
Opposing Atan was a demon trying to create a more livable world for demons. I
didn't actually know what their name was, but more than a few humans were
opposing both factions.
It was only a matter of time before things started getting terrible for every
human on the planet though. Japan and most of Europe were already wastelands.
``You already explained how it wasn't,'' Theta said, breaking my train of
thought.
``Yeah,'' I sighed. ``I suppose I did.'' It didn't stop me from feeling
responsible, though. Afterall, I'd written the program.