November 21, 2072

The Primal Chip

Sophie was standing in the large room, in the open forum where nearly a thousand copies of Marylin stood. There was the portal, shimmering.

“I am Sophie Lapierre, you were told to kill my father by this evil version of yourselves. You will try, fail and greatly regret it. I am here from the future. This will lead to the end of the Multiverse. Your future,”

“Enough!” growled the creature from the other side of the portal.

There was shock in the room.

“Attractor,” spoke the voice ignoring the copies of Marilyn, “you cannot alter the future, no road changes the future, in this one, we forcefully initiate the merge. A green lightening snapped out and hit one creature. It became black in color.” The creature fell to the floor on all four. It was obviously possessed. A second flash went out. Around the city of light, other portals opened.

“We win.”

Then there was a glitch, a hiccup. But this time, it pushed back against the latest change. The infected Marilyn were being healed back to full health.

“I had a great master at Multiverse time dynamics. I will heal away your changes.”

Then one Marilyn in the room said, “it arrived.”

“What?” spoke the voice from the future.

“A dream,” said Sophie.

On a screen in the large room above the opening, images began to appear. Pages and pages of the story written in 2020 and read by the computer in 2033 began to scroll. Quickly, its content filled the collective memory.

“We should discover its ending together,” said the young girl. The story scrolled to Tome 2, Chapter 99.