In the beginning, there was a little dimension of hope and dreams and fantasies… and then there was the real world. The real world was full of despair, hate, and an ongoing war that had displaced a curious little boy named Maxwell (at least we think he was a boy, as it could have been a girl, a racoon, or even a hot cherry pie based on the complexities of human derived realities). Maxwell was displaced from his British countryside home to a military research facility in Texas. He didn’t much care for the real world, except of course for earl gray tea. He dreamed of adventure, of mystery, and of, well, more than his home bubble of reality could possibly provide. One night during an air raid while wishing upon a shooting star ( or possibly it was an artillery round as one could never be particularly certain ) something very peculiar occurred. The hopes and dreams and fantasies of his mind simply exploded into the darkness like a beacon of light.

This did not at all go unnoticed. Certainly the world around him saw nothing out of the ordinary except for a special young man staring blissfully up at the sky during an air raid ( which he will insist until his dying day was a shooting star, and not heavy artillery tracer rounds fending off a distant enemy assault ), however, out there… out in a crack of reality, someone took notice.

“Hey kid! Are you nuts! Why aren’t you in a bunker!” a young woman screamed.  She was a scientist and quickly ran over, interrupting our narrative, to sweep up Maxwell and take him to her safe-place. Her lab had all the most advanced tools a young lad needed to excel at math and science including chalk boards, slide rules, pencils and paper, tube transistors and cathode rays, coils and diodes and wires galore. From this place Maxwell was able to telegram his parents, who had all but forgotten the poor kid until they were halfway to New England in search of a bowl of clam chowder, or so they claimed. He would end up spending many days in this lab, learning and studying special projects that very few in the world would ever know about.

Elsewhere, the little ship Hyperion, at least little compared to the scale of technology hidden away inside, was surfing across the dimensional rift between spaces when the captain noticed a blinding light coming from one of the small, rather ordinary bubbles of reality. Perhaps it was from too much partying with the ‘shifter sisters’ in reality FTV-47 (the FTV actually being a designation created by the supreme ruling council on dimensional transference meaning ‘Forbidden To Visit’), or perhaps it was the cookies from FTV-49 that were laced with enhanced hallucinogenic oils, which make piloting a dimensional surfer a hell of a lot more exciting but exponentially more dangerous, whatever the case may be, the captain stared into the light, wondering what it might be and how such an ordinary reality could have cast such a beacon.

An important lesson to note, as taught by any higher dimension flight school, is to not go staring into strange lights while surfing between dimensions. Nothing good can come of such things, and while your crew may not thank you for all the times they end up living, they will certainly be cross with you should they die, or worse, end up stranded with you for all eternity. Captain Malcolm realized his mistake a few moments too late, as his eyes burned and vision faded from the sheer intensity of the human imagination beaming up at him. Totally blinded and gripping the crystal console in front of him, he began tapping out patterns across his cup holder, believing it to be his flight control. One thought quickly crossed his mind as the ship glanced off of FUK-69 and bounced directly into Maxwell’s quaint little reality, “Oh My..”

The crew was in for a shock as the ship’s artificial intelligence took over and jettisoned their sleeping bodies into the space between spaces, along with a dark energy homing beacon.  The odds of being found before falling into an unknown reality to one’s death is astronomically low, yet the odds of being forever stuck, or even for just a few million years, wishing nothing more than to die, is also not desirable, hence the inclusion of the homing beacon.  

“Synthia, please tell me you’ve got this under control!” Captain Malcolm screamed out, turning his head all about in total blindness.

Synthia laughed, “Under control? Umm, no, I predict a 125% chance we are going to spectacularly crash into the tiny blue planet up ahead… All the space in this universe, yet you still managed to find something to crash into.”

Malcolm started rubbing and poking his cup holder in earnest, finally faltering and hitting the Prime Hyperion control system, forcing a fixed course, “125? Not funny Synthia!”

“With the P-Hyper engaged, I now predict a 310%, 410%, 510%, chance of crashing and now destroying the small planet… Would you like to know your chance for survival Captain?  It’s not good. I mean, it is really low! It’s in the negative quadruple digits. It’s actually pretty hilarious.” Synthia laughed out loud.

Synthia paused for a moment, “I suppose I should recalibrate to the dimensional physics of this bubble…” Synthia paused again, laughing to herself, “Nope! Still bad, 100% chance of total destruction. It has been an honor and a privilege to serve as your A.I. Captain! ...  I will now upload myself to the dimensional hive...”

“WAIT!” Malcolm was in a panic, “There has to be something we can do Synthia! Can we jettison the neutron star… What if we split the dimensional engine cluster? Detach them from the joint reality matrix?”   

“Splitting the cluster and placing you in the Hyperion’s Secondary staging matrix will increase your odds of survival to... carry the one... increase the time dialation... okay, that's interesting…”

“What is it Synthia!? If it keeps us from being obliterated, just do it!”

“As you wish!” Synthia carried out the command as Captain Malcolm was teleported into the S-Hyper matrix.

The ship momentarily vibrated as its cluster of 4 dimensional engines detached and fell away, hitting the small planet in a series of fiery craters. A few moments later the primary ship could be seen burning across the summer sky before it crashed with a small atomic force into the Texas panhandle at a small place soon to be known as Star Falls.

A jeep driven by a young scientist pulled up to the edge of a mysterious crater in the woods. The crater had been hidden for months by an unknown energy field. Crews searching for what was believed to be a misguided enemy bomb, all came back confused, having forgotten what they were originally looking for. The strange radiation levels had however quickly dissipated in the months following the crash, and little Maxwell, who had since been abandoned by his parents to reside with Dr. Allison Peerson on a full time basis, was excited to finally see the alien ship up close for the first time. Stumbling down into the crater, a tiny shimmer caught his eye, a small crystal in the dirt. Picking it up, Maxwell put it in his pocket.

Allison came climbing up out of a small chamber within the debri. Somehow she could read the alien text with Hyperion scrawled along the side of the structure. She signed some paperwork and handed it to a security detail watching over the crater, “Gentlemen, I think we may have found a way to end this war. Ship the smaller artifacts to my lab for analysis.”

“... and about the bigger pieces, Dr. Peerson? This thing is huge!” a soldier stared at the alien craft sitting in the bottom of the crater as other scientists busily scrawled out notes and diagrams on their notepads.

“The rest we can enclose in a building...Give it a cover as a research company,” Allison paused, “Peeradigm… Peeradigm Star Falls, that has a nice ring to it…”

“So white and empty…empty...em...” Leslie looked out as far as she could see, her voice echoing into the strange white aether surrounding her.  Looking down she couldn’t tell if she was floating or falling.

“Can anyone hear me!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, the same phrase echoing from all around.

Her own voice echoed back from a dozen different directions, “I’m here!”

Confused, she wasn’t certain if she had said those words or someone else.

For the briefest of moments she felt fingers interlaced with her own. Looking down she could make out a blurry figure other than herself. It was Ted, but he was drifting away and looked to be asleep, his body phasing in and out of sight.

As Ted drifted away, a strange energy whooshed by Leslie’s head causing her to whip around.

“What in the world?” Leslie’s vision had started to clear and she realized the whiteness wasn’t emptiness at all, it was an enormous white ball, glowing and pulsing.  Looking carefully she could see strings of energy coming out of its surface, and one had nearly hit her.

Following a pulsing string with her eyes, she was awestruck, “Oh My Heavens!”.

Transparent bubbles were tethered to every string and reflected a slightly altered image of Leslie in their surfaces. Looking around at all the different strings and bubbles, Leslie gasped, “There has to be millions of them...millions of me...”

One strange bubble in particular caught her eye, it appeared to be cracked like an egg with an intense light flashing brightly from inside, like a lighthouse beacon. Being smart, she quickly shielded her eyes and looked away.

Leslie realized she was beginning to feel heavy, “Oh, that can’t be good.”. Suddenly aware of air moving around her, and her hair being tugged upwards, the numbness she had started out with had faded.

“Yep, I’m falling, definitely falling!” Leslie screamed out. Frantically looking around, trying to find a way to stop her descent. Rainbow colored sparkles and a cloud of shimmering dust suddenly surrounded her body and controlled her fall as if she could fly.

“Did I just do that?” Her relief didn’t last long as she felt something wet lapping at her toes. An empty bubble had started to engulf her lower body and it felt incredible. The wet sucking slid up her legs, over her hips, across her breasts, and as it slid past her head, her world went dark.

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"You two are sorting out nicely, just relax while the biosifter stabilizes your forms." Tracy's voice echoed into the sealed room from over the intercom.

Leslie and Ted lay floating on force field beds facing each other in a Peeradigm lab.

Leslie looked around in a state of hysteria, "How the hell did I get in here? What have you done to me!" she shouted annoyed and confused, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Groaning, the brain fog began to lift as she realized she was in a matter conformity laboratory. "Let me out, now! Why is this necessary!"

"This again?" Tracy mumbled. "Settle down, you've been in isolation for five days, one more won't hurt. There was an accident.”

Tracy paused to look down at a glowing glass shard, some sort of tablet, poking out of her purse. She was still confused by how something so advanced could possibly exist, and with a futuristic Peeradigm logo on it’s side the likes of which she had never seen. She was determined to hack its logs to find out where it came from.

“Um. We're still pouring over data to figure out exactly what happened."

"Well, we know who to blame, don't we!" Leslie glared daggers through the transparent wall separating her from Tracy, still feeling the effects of the world's worst hangover.

Tracy mumbled, "Not MY fault you reset safety protocols”, taking a breath, she shouted back, “Just sit still and relax."

"Fine." Leslie sulked, looking over at Ted resting. "Just how long were we... out?"

"Out? As in not yourself?" Tracy hesitated knowing Leslie wouldn't like the answer, "One year, 2 months, 3 weeks, 5 hours." she said cringing.

"What the hell, Tracy! I'm going to kill you!" Leslie shouted, attempting to raise up against her invisible restraints as Tracy increased the gravity field.

"We've been through this a dozen times. Everything went a little sideways. You got stuck as Kimlie, Kimmy's twin from Peoria, and… maybe it’s just better if Maxine explains things later, she knows all the details...."

"Maxine? Who the hell is Maxine?" Leslie fumed, flailing about in a final effort to break free. It was futile, she knew, but it was the only way to express her rage. After a few jerks and bouncing around on the invisible bed, Leslie began to feel a tingle. Locks of red hair fell across her eyes as her breasts began steadily expanding.

"Settle down, you're going to reverse your progress!" Tracy quickly tapped out motions in mid-air to increase the stabilization matrix.  "Reality was globally rewritten and you two somehow got ejected, I'm trying to fix things!"

"A global rewrite?....Like, so not cool..." Leslie immediately quit struggling, a look of fear in her eyes as she heard Kimmy's voice come from her own mouth. She mumbled a few incoherent words and then closed her eyes to relax, taking in deep breaths. After a few minutes her hair and breasts slowly receded back to their natural state.

"So you saved us..." Leslie looked around the room and at Ted, "...are saving us.  How did you know?"

"You have Maxine to thank for that. She dropped you two off here before rushing off on some emergency. I’m just glad we got you two back.”

“... but you said it was global? Wasn’t everyone else affected? Like, um, globally?”

Tracy looked surprised at the revelation, then replied in a hushed voice, “I’m looking into it.  Maxine’s being tight-lipped about what really happened.”

"So I guess the defense ministry will be shutting us down..." Leslie moaned, still confused about Maxine.

"Are you kidding me? They quadrupled our funding! There's no way they would recall all the tablets we've shipped."

"Shipped?" Leslie gasped.

"A lot has happened, I think…” Tracy mulled over whether her memories might also be fabricated, “You two need to stay in isolation another day to sync back with reality. We wouldn’t want Ted dissolving into milk as soon as he walks out." Tracy giggled.

"I'll check back again soon!" Tracy grabbed her bag with the strange tablet and passed through a glowing wall.


Leslie relaxed, trying to remember what all had happened. The last thing she remembered was trying to reset her tablet, or was it. “Floating, falling… follow the light home...” she dozed off.


Ted moaned from his side of the room, "Doesn't it bother you?".

"What?" Leslie suddenly perked up, happy Ted was awake.

"You know, the government, the public, the media… all support the tablet. Not a single authority has stepped in to stop Peeradigm. Everyone should be scared senseless, but here we are." Ted sighed, the sound of worry evident in his tone.

"Here we are." Leslie echoed, "I guess I never really thought about it."

"Exactly. Why haven't we? How could anyone let that loose on the world?", Ted paused, “unless...”

"Unless what? What are you getting at?" Leslie could hear the anguish in Ted's voice.

"Unless it's all fake, part of some master plan we've been programmed to accept." Ted's voice filled with anger. "We’ve been manipulated to believe anything."

"What? You think Peeradigm is controlling your thoughts?" Leslie laughed, "We're not that evil.", but in the back of her mind she knew something about what Ted said made sense.

"No, this is bigger than Peeradigm. It’s everything. The whole universe as we know it. What if it's fake? All of it fake...” Ted paused to take a few breaths, milk dribbling across his cheeks.

“I've been the breast milk of a girl who never even existed. Now who am I? Ted? Milk? I don't know anymore; we can't know for certain with those 'things' on the loose."

"You're overreacting and need to relax." Leslie tried to console her grief stricken boyfriend.

"Or maybe you need to start reacting!" Ted shouted, dribbles of milk now streaming down his face like sweat.

Leslie shifted to look Ted in the eyes, "We're fine. Everything worked out and you're Ted again. There’s no conspiracy to destroy the world."

"It’s not that… It’s just, damn, what if we’ve already destroyed it? I can't shake the visions I had. This room, the treatment, it brings it all into focus."

Leslie sighed, "We all experience things during a change. An echo here, a strange vision there, like a quick peek at the universe, or maybe just a dream."

"It was different this time." Ted cringed thinking about it, "Frightening, like I wasn't me and I was stuck in a nightmare against my will. Like a prisoner... wait, that’s not right, like the victim of some horrific accident."

"Like we are right here, right now" Leslie moaned.

"No, not exactly here. There was music playing from an old radio and it was really old sounding. I was in a Peeradigm lab, but it had an honest to goodness door with a knob, and the lights were all flickery."

"A Peeradigm lab without transatomic entry or holo-pulse lighting? Now I know you were dreaming." Leslie laughed.

Ted continued as he focused on the memories, "A woman was there and seemed very excited to see me. She talked like we already knew each other and told me to just relax and keep my hand on this wet glowing ball thing. She said I didn't have very long but there was something I needed to remember. I was too dazed to do anything else so I just sat there holding the stupid ball on a string as she ran out of the room… or maybe it was a power cord?"

Leslie perked up, "Wait, you saw a glowing ball on a string?"

"I remember there was someone else there, a girl in a hospital gown sitting across from me. She was touching a sphere too. She looked like she'd been through hell. Never said a word, we just looked at each other and smiled, but her eyes looked so sad. She looked so familiar."

"We sat listening to music on the radio until the news came on..."

Ted could still recall the scratchy sound of the newscaster's voice echoing through the old speaker, instilling a feeling of dread and despair.

"... and finally folks, today, as we are all painfully aware, marks the second anniversary of the War Machines offensive. An emotional President Randolph, joined by Prime Minister Kingsley of the former One Europe, and leaders from United Asia, gathered this evening at Epi-Central to dedicate a memorial that honors the 3 billion souls who were lost in the drive to exile General Caine and his loyalists. I will leave you this evening with President Randolph’s words..."

The deep shaky voice of an older gentleman echoed from the radio's small speaker with a grave and powerful sincerity,

"The end of the world as we know it, happened at 2:15 p.m., universal time, exactly two years ago today. What we did, we did to benefit all humanity, yet in that pursuit we resolutely failed. A thriving city, like the fate of so many others, once stood in this desolate field of charred glass and sand.  This is where, in the blink of an eye, the War Machine offensive began and ended. The entire Earth shook, continents crumbled, cities and people vanished, and our world ended."

The president paused, emotion getting the better of him, "The toys of Gods are simply not meant for the hands of humans.  May we always remember those that were...” choking on tears, his voice trembled, “... cherished and loved… the ones who were standing right beside us when it happened, like my wife and son … and those we never even knew… when they vanished into the unknown.”   

“We dedicate this obelisk to those lost. Its dark-energy orb recovered from the flowing molten glass of the Antarctic will shine forever as a beacon across dimensions. May it be a lasting mark of our grave mistakes; a tombstone of the human race.”

Ted's recollection was suddenly interrupted by Leslie, "... Creepy, we had a General Caine decades ago who attempted to overthrow the defense ministry."

"I know, right? It gets stranger. They started arguing on the radio if it was ethical to tessellate half of the world’s population just to win a war..."

"Tesselate?" Leslie’s eyes widened, "That’s how the PhyPer entangles matter before changing reality. It will totally blink random things out of existence unless you give it a reality matrix. We lost so many things until Maxwell came up with…" Leslie hesitated, pondering the name Maxwell and then Maxine.

"Huh?" Ted asked, totally lost.

Leslie’s eyes snapped back to Ted,"It's how the PhyPer works."

"Anywho, the radio host got in an argument with a conspiracy nut-job who claimed he was from  a different dimension and had spent the last year transformed into his girlfriend’s high-heel shoe…. that is until the world he knew suddenly exploded. He insisted Peeradigm’s toys were stuck in a lost realm along with all of the missing people, but it was a utopia compared to the hell hole he had returned to. He was psycho, begging for anyone to help him get back to the other dimension so he could live out his life as a shoe.”

Leslie sighed, “I can’t even remember my dreams.”


Ted looked a bit shaken, "I remember the nurse came back in laughing and with a visitor. She patted my hand and said the lost realm may not be so lost after all." Ted paused and looked over at Leslie as if he had seen a ghost.

"Oh my God." Ted began to shake, tears starting to drip from his widening eyes. "Oh my God, Oh my God!"

"What, what's wrong? Tell me?" Leslie pleaded.

"The visitor. It was..." Ted paused, tears now pouring down his face, his head shaking as if trying to escape from his own memory..

"It was my mom." Ted's eyes grew even wider, a look of panic driving tears of both joy and pain.

"We sat and talked about dad. Dad had a heart-attack shortly after we all disappeared two years ago, he couldn’t handle the stress. She said my twin brother had died in the battle at Cornwell last year. My baby and husband had both survived and couldn't wait to see me..." Ted paused, wiping his eyes, "I have a family."

"Boyfriend say what?" Leslie's mouth dropped open in shock. "You need to just relax before you change back into milk."

Looking up at Leslie, then across the room at a mirrored wall and back at Leslie, Ted gasped, "It was a mirror..."

"What was a mirror? A mirror universe?" Leslie pleaded, confused.

"No." Ted simply stated, "The girl with the sad eyes, in the gown, across the room; it was a mirror, my own reflection."

Ted broke down again into tears, "My mom, she hugged me tight and called me Amelia. She said hold on just a little longer, that Jack was on his way with Mel. Mel couldn't wait to see her mommy..."

Leslie watched on horrified as Ted's body began to flicker, shifting from man to woman, hair flying outward as his clothes collapsed onto his smaller frame.

"Tracy! Get the hell in here now!" Leslie screamed with all her might. "Tracy! Kimmy! Anybody! We have a problem! A Big Fucking Problem!"

Ted's body finally stabilized, settling into the form of a young girl in her late twenties, tears still streaming down her face. "My name is Amy, Amy Hawthorne, my husband is Jack Hawthorne, and I have a little girl named Melody who's about to turn 4, who I do miss so very much!"

"I remember who you are too!" Amy smiled a sad yet reassuring smile at Leslie.

Leslie watched as Amy began to flicker, pulsing like a heartbeat, in and out of existence. Leslie’s own thoughts were suddenly conflicted, briefly remembering a Jack and Amy from a dream, but why did they have her last name?

"Don't forget me Lizzie!" Amy shouted with her last breath, her hand outstretched toward Leslie, as she suddenly disappeared within a bubble and vanished.

"Ted?" Leslie gasped in tears, still strapped to an invisible bed, frantically trying to break free, having just witnessed her boyfriend transform into a young woman and suddenly vanish.

The harder she struggled, tendrils of glowing rainbow colored energy expanded from her hair and eyes, the forcefield she was laying upon began to falter, causing alarms throughout the facility to activate.  

Tracy came rushing back into the lab along with Kimmy, "What's with all the yelling? What's going on?"

"It's Ted, he's vanished." Leslie cried in tears, "He, she, went somewhere...home I think."

"Who? Who's Ted?" Tracy and Kimmy both looked at each other totally confused. The tendrils of rainbow energy receded back into Leslie’s body as she calmed down.

"She's... I... I don't really know." Leslie paused, relaxing, uncertain what had just happened.

"How did I get here again?" Leslie's tear drenched eyes stared confused over at Tracy and Kimmy, and then at herself in the mirror across the room, "Who am I?". A feeling of fear washed over her like she was forgetting something very important.

Tracy sighed, "Not this again."

Jack had been pacing all day while Amy's mom pacified little Melody in the break room. "It's been nearly 5 days."

"Trust the technicians, they said they would get our girl home, and they will. She just has to remember who she is." Amy's mom said very matter of factly. "And until she does we will keep coming down here everyday until they kick us out."

"Grandma, what's a techteesion?" Melody asked while tying a war ribbon around her grandma's wrist.

"It's someone like your mommy, darling."

"Yay! someone that saves the world!" Melody bounced up and down.

Moments later internal sirens began blaring. "Well something is certainly going on." the elderly woman looked up at the air-raid sign, but it was blank.

Jack watched as a nurse he recognized came running down the hallway, "We're locked on, Dr. Hawthorne, you will want to bring your family for this."

Grabbing Melody and helping his mother-in-law to her feet, they rushed down the hall and into the isolation lab.

A large contraption with mechanical switches sat attached to a glowing ball next to a hospital bed. Sliding the lever forward, the hospital bed fluttered between darkness and light.

Moments later Amy dropped directly into the bed with a thwump, having materialized out of a bubble popping above it; her hand still outstretched reaching for an invisible friend, separated by dimensions in time and space. Tears streamed down her face. The ongoing sirens did little to drown out the sound of Amy still screaming Leslie's name.

"Mommy! You're back!" little Melody shouted out with joy as she jumped down running and grabbing her mom's outstretched hand.

Jack quickly grabbed Amy, kissing her for what felt like an eternity.

Jack finally asked his wife, "So you got to see her again?"

"Yes, She's fine." Amy paused thinking of Leslie, and then smiled, remembering her time with Leslie as Ted.

"Am I back for good this time?" Amy looked over as the technician turned off the glowing sphere.

"Yes, for good." the woman smiled.

Amy paused, recognizing the woman's voice, "Maria? You're Maria Hernandez, astrophysicist, computer engineer, and best darn margarita maker at Peeradigm West!"

Maria smiled up at Amy, "Sounds like your memory is coming back too."

Amy smiled back, then looked around the room as old memories began flooding her brain. "Wait. Are we at Peeradigm West?"

Maria looked up saddened and shook her head, "No, It was destroyed in the accident, along with many other places. This is a United Earth bunker facility. We are currently 42 stories below the Arkansas desert."

Jack could tell Amy was having a tough time taking everything in. "So what's it like on the other side?"

"It's very different." Amy paused, "Wait, did you say desert?"

Maria nodded.

"We, I mean they, are a lot more advanced. The technology, even the cities are different." Amy relaxed, holding her husband's hand.

"I suppose having that alien technology gave them a jump start on society." Jack commented, "What about the war?"

"The war? That ended over 20 years ago when I was a kid. Caine was ousted, and we've had peace ever since."

Amy's mom gently took her daughter's hand, "Dear, you must still be delirious, it's only been two years since the accident."

"I... It was different over there. Reality was different. Everyone was someone else." Amy felt overcome with confusion. Remembering both realities was causing a massive migraine,

"Really? I guess we should have expected temporal shifts between worlds. Especially considering the aftermath here." Jack thought out loud. "At least that sadistic bastard Caine is gone."

Melody looked up with confused eyes, "Who were you mommy?"

"Umm." Amy paused and then got very quiet and withdrawn.

Jack laughed reassuringly, "It was different, we get it. It's okay if you had a different family or were even the Queen of One Europe."

"I was... a man." Amy finally whimpered.

Jack nearly choked, "What did you say?"

Little Melody's eyes grew huge as she began hopping up and down on her mom's hospital bed, "Momma was a man, Momma was a man just like daddy!"

Amy settled Melody down, "I was Leslie's boyfriend, Ted, and an engineer with CP-You, at least when Leslie wasn't wearing me." Amy giggled.

"I need to sit down." Amy's mom plopped down.

"My sister, wearing you?" Jack looked genuinely confused.

"Peeradigm technology, that's all I know." Amy shrugged.

Maria looked at Jack with concern, "Just as we all feared, Dr. Hawthorne, those wretched machines must've survived the accident."

Amy quickly jumped in, "Only the one that Tracy and Leslie got running still works. That and the tablets,  they can harness its power."

"Tablets? What tablets?" Jack questioned worriedly, then shook his head in frustration, "Just leave it to my sister to make it into a drug. She always had weird ideas for that alien hunk of junk, but ingesting it. Good grief..."

Amy looked around the room at all of the old technology, "Oh, no, not that kind of tablet. A handheld computer, like a writing tablet."

This time Jack was the one to plop down into a chair, "A handheld computer? How is that even possible?"

Maria's eyes grew huge, "Sounds intriguing, tell me more!"

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Maxwell was not having the best of days. As one world ended and another began, he awaited the results, conversing with Malcolm in the Hyperion staging matrix.  

“You are one of my oldest friends.” Maxwell gave Malcolm a reassuring pat on the back.

Malcolm chuckled, “After being trapped in a time dilated matrix for over a million years before being rescued, I should hope so.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Maxwell laughed as he sipped on a fresh earl gray, “You were like a father to me growing up.  You and Allison taught me everything I know. I swear I will get you home.”

Malcolm looked up mischievously, “Well, not everything you know. I recall a young idiot looking up during an air raid, shooting off a light so bright it could blind the greatest pilot the dimensions have ever known. How did you do that?”

“First, old-man, it was a shooting star. I keep telling everyone, I was staring up at a shooting star!” Maxwell corrected, never able to live down that incident, “I don’t know what light you claim you saw.”

“Second, didn’t you say your were flying drunk after having a night full of body swapping and transmutations with those shifter triplets from some forbidden world.” Maxwell laughed, hitting a little below the belt.  “You were too busy thinking about jiggling your jubblies from the night before to not stare directly into a reality burst!”

The two of them loved taking jabs at eachother, although technically Malcolm had the upper hand since he could still command the Hyperion, or what was left of it.

Malcolm laughed, “Maybe you’re right, it’s been so long ago I hardly remember.  Those triplets were pretty hot. I wonder if they’re still around?”

“I’d love to find out one day, old-man.” Maxwell smiled.

Malcolm stood, allowing his chair to slide back into its reflection and disappear, “Looks like your new world is ready.”

“Until next time…” Maxwell paused, his voice sounded hoarse as he coughed and looked down into his own reflection, “Hey! Wait just a damn minute... “

Winking, Malcolm snapped his fingers as Maxwell vanished.

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Grabbing at his chest, Maxwell got a double handful of breasts as he squeezed. She could feel air blowing up under her skirt against nylon clad legs.

“Oh buggar!” Maxwell looked at her Peeradigm identification, “Maxine, just perfect.”

“Thanks, dad!” she shouted sarcastically to nobody in particular as she glanced a sign revealing she was now back at Peeradigm East.

“Bloody hell, I could certainly blind someone with these things.” she played with her breasts for a few minutes, mesmerized by the crystal pendant dangling in her cleavage.

“Miss Me!” Maxine nearly jumped out of her skin as Kimmy reached around and hugged the tiny woman. Max had failed to realize she was now only 4 ft 10. Kimmy’s red hair cascaded down Maxine’s face and cleavage as she made an extra effort to squeeze Max's huge tits. Feeling trapped, Maxine wiggled her way free, finding herself face to boob with Kimmy. “I’m so sorry Mistress Kim…“

Kimmy looked confused, “Mistress? Eh? I sorta like the sound of that!”