They say a butterfly flapping its wings in China starts a hurricane in America. For those new to the concept of a multiverse and how little things can affect big changes, this is a reasonable example to look to.
This is also a lie.
A much truer example would be a butterfly flapping its wings in China, and the ensuing wind somehow turning into a dragon on a unicycle, wearing a polka uniform, singing ‘I’m Blue’ by Eiffel 65. Which only goes to show, the world is stranger than we know. Thankfully the safety measures implemented on the multiverse are many, all of which are dedicated to the equivalent of a well-placed stomp on that damn butterfly causing all the problems.
See, it’s not a multiverse so much as an omniverse. Anything that could have possibly happened has happened, and more then that, it must happen an infinite amount of times over an infinite amount of realities. Therefore, it is a truly impossible task to find an ‘odd’ universe because for every place where that dragon would be strange or frightening, it would stand to reason that there would be a similar number where folks look out their window and go ‘it's that damned dragon again! Fetch me the rifle!’ And to think, even an example like that has an infinite number of times when a choice made one way or another had spawned off yet another infinite amount of universes. But for all of these choices, there are also worlds in which nothing had happened, or universes where their concept of nothing bled into another version. Or worlds in which things had always been that way, and ones where they were truly nonexistent.
If you’re finding it hard to follow, don’t fret. I usually just blame the butterfly.
In any event, the result is a number of strange, strange worlds. Take this one for example. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away there was a child born. An only child, whereas in another time he never existed and was replaced with three siblings. Or perhaps he replaced them. At any rate, some things remain the same. The betrayal, the fear. The hatred and the loathing. In others, he pauses long enough to talk as he has learned from his grandfather. Still more has him cruising the galaxy on a joyride, his adoptive uncle hovering like a mother hen. There’s even one where he doesn’t exist, save as a role on the silver screen.
Sometimes, all it takes is the smallest change for that breeze from the butterfly wings to herald the personification of natures fury, smashing into the land and gouging out an entirely different world. And sometimes, it takes even less than that.
And sometimes not.
And sometimes both. Or neither. Or all of the above, cascading in an endless loop of repeating infinities, none exactly alike based on reactions that keep the cycle moving to a point where you can never see the end.
Isn’t that a fun idea?
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Matt- Bar - Everyone
Why he was chosen, he had no idea. But it was about time someone recognized him for his efforts and not for his name.
Why else would he have gone through the trouble of dying his hair and getting these glasses? It wasn't as though it was a bad job as well- He did very useful work with the minimum of rage, not an easy thing considering his bloodline. Nope. Momma Solo didn't raise no dumb kid who didn't learn from the mistakes of his past. And while Uncle Luke was a legend and everything, the man had a stick up his ass so large, a rancor would have trouble pulling it out. As expected, airing this sort of comment around the dinner table tended to end in arguments before he'd go off to contemplate life and not sulk, whatever certain wookie uncles might have said about it. Well, whatever. As of now, the joke was fully on his side. Putting his technical skills obtained by hard study-.
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In the Millenium Falcon, he stared at the immense pile of hard copy books as still existed in the back. Manuals mostly, possibly bought by Uncle Chewie out of a forlorn hope that his father would read them. He stared at that idea of work, turned to the window that showed the stars and said portentously.
"The Force will guide me."
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-And determination, he would blend in. He would be strong. He would become...
And in the bar, catching his breath as the work seminar week began?
He would indulge in the simple things as he brought his fork down to his muffin.
