This isn’t the weirdest story, but as someone who lived through it, it’s pretty surreal. I mean, this is the kind of thing that happens on TV and in comic books, but to think it might happen to me? Nuh-uh, impossible.
Then the universe hit, right when I least expected, and nothing was ever the same.
Okay! Okay, I’ll get to the point; and trust me, there is a point. You want to know what actually happened and I want to tell you where it all began. It’s just hard to say where that is, exactly.
I could tell you that it all started that night in the park; you know, with the thugs chasing me and the scientists.
Or I could say that it started the day I was born, when my parents thought they had a boy. (Surprise!) Or I could be really obnoxious and say that it started at the birth of the universe, but even that doesn’t go back far enough.
Imagine a place that’s not a place, that exists outside of time, outside of any universe; a place of pure abstract…
Physicists and artists spend lifetimes grasping at what a place like this might look like, and still come up short. (You got that? Neither did I.)
Now, imagine that in this place there’s a pool, and this pool is a morph-adaptive substance that takes on the physics of whatever reality it touches.
“Primatter” I’ve heard it called, like something out of sci-fi.
Think of it like the stem cells of a universe, each drop containing infinite possibility. All it needs is to connect and grow.
One day, if this place had days, something stirred.
Something stirred and it found a will, and with that will it made its way to a universe; not just any universe, but my universe.
It came to my time, to my city, and changed my life. Like I said, nothing was ever the same.
My name is Kaira Cade, and this is my story.
To be continued…