Allan’s time machine kept him in an impenetrable static temporal bubble set to dissipate in a century.


    Once he animated, he observed something unusual … A figure of a man shoving him aside.


    “Wait, you look just like …”


    Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    “Yes, Allan, I’m one of us.”


    “Of us?”


    “Multiverse convergence.”


    “You mean?”


    “Yes, sooner or later, we’ll all fill up this space with infinite versions of ourselves.”


    “What can we do?”


    The other Allan showed a time machine with the date marked April 14th, 1975.


    “My … Our birthdate?”


    “Indeed, Allan.” He held up a vaporizer gun. “To save the multiverse.”