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Mirror of the Soul
It was officially called the N-Dimensional Rift Stabilizer.
We nicknamed it the Magic Mirror. Unless you'd spent eight
years studying probability manipulation and
multidimensional physics, it wouldn't do me much good to
explain it to you. Suffice it to say that infinite parallel
dimensions did exist. The NDRS had given enough scientific
data to say this with some certainty. Of course, like the
speed of sound, I was sure our understanding of the exact
workings of the ND reality would blossom, eliminating the
'fudge factor' any scientific frontier experiences.
All that mattered was that it worked... well, that and it
meant I got more government grant money.
I sat at my regular chair, watching through the mirror. We
were running sequences of probabilities, approximating
infinite parallelism. It was scary, looking through, seeing
other lab techs working in the same lab we were in. We'd
accounted for twenty-two of our staff members across the
rift. There were twenty-three of us working on this side of
reality. To my utter amazement, I was the only person
unaccounted for. My problem with this was that it had been
my Doctorate thesis that was the genesis for this project.
It was funny... looking across the shimmering field into
the other reality. They were studying us as intently as we
were studying them. We were all lab rats testing other lab
rats. All of the scientists spent time at the magic mirror.
We used white boards to write messages to our otherworld
doubles, keeping careful note as to differences, both
subtle and profound. In each case, there was an
unmistakable point of divergence. Some of those were years
in the past. The nearest divergence was breakfast, two days
before.
"Geez... Tom, you still here?" came the familiar voice over
my shoulder. I glanced back at Harry. He was head
researcher on third shift.
"Yeah. Man, it's just weird that everyone else is present
in that lab but me. What happened to my double? Have you
gotten any answers from anyone on that side?" I pressed.
I realized it was bordering on the feeling of obsession,
but how did they start the damn NDRS project on their side
without my thesis? Who'd come up with the theories on their
side?
"Not yet. It's apparently classified data on their side as
well. Have you been watching the probability ratio? We're
drifting apart," he added.
"That was part of my hypothesis. Divergence events tend to
breed more divergence. It seems to be the nature of
multiple realities that they drift apart," I confirmed,
watching the approximation readout.
We sat at 0.126e-36. At least, that was our best guess as
to how closely parallel the two worlds were. That number,
while seemingly infinitesimal, was growing. It represented
a percentage of difference in the worlds. It boggled my
mind to think that such tiny changes could make such a huge
difference in outcome.
"So where did you dream up your 'scientists don't sleep or
eat for days' hypothesis that you seem to be testing now?"
Harry chastised.
He was an amazing man, undeniably a brilliant physicist,
but more amazing for not loosing sight of his humanity. He
was a scientist who asked both 'can we' and 'should we'.
I sighed. He was right, and I knew it. Maybe it was just my
ego, screaming to be validated. I dared to believe that
such wondrous achievement wouldn't happen without me. In
truth, it was likely that in the next several years,
someone else would have come up with the idea. All the
technologies are available, if somewhat expensive. Maybe I
wasn't the genius I thought I was.
As I turned to leave, a new team member entered the room on
the other side of the mirror. I'd never seen her before. I
wouldn't really call her beautiful, more that she could
have been beautiful, given the opportunity. She wore a lab
coat, and tan slacks. Her medium length hair was pulled
back in a ponytail. She spoke to her version of Harry.
I wished I could read lips. I turned, moving back to the
mirror, and grabbed a small white board and black dry-erase
marker, scribbling frantically.
"Who are you?" I wrote.
She read the message, then scribbled in response.
"Dr. May. Who are you?" the board said.
I stared, momentarily paralyzed. My last name was also May.
"I'm Dr. Andrew May. Head researcher... inventor of the
NDRS," I wrote as quickly as I could.
As she read it, I watched her smile, and finally laugh. She
was shaking her head slowly, looking across the divide. I
could see she was as perplexed and amazed as I was. Finally
she wrote back.
"I'm Andrea May. Head researcher, inventor of the NDRS,"
she shrugged as she showed it to me, still smiling.
I was so excited, I felt like I was about to pop. I guess
it had never occurred to me before that gender was a matter
of which sperm reached the egg, and how those DNA sequences
combined to create a new life. Even on such a small
variance, that combination could prove a major difference
in one person's life.
"We're loosing tracking. We have a huge shift in
divergence!" Harry was saying with urgency.
I leapt to the control panel. I saw my twin sister doing
the same. If my face held the same expression that hers
did, then I looked pretty desperate to keep this rift
stable.
The scene faded, changing to a different research project,
but still the same, familiar room.
"Harry... what happened? We were in a predictable
divergence path. What... what happened?" I yelled.
"You got me, chief," he said, looking over the data.
"Without knowing how far we bent each other's realities,
there's no way of finding the exact divergence we were just
viewing. Look... why don't you go home, and get some rest?
Come back in the morning. It'll give you a fresh
perspective."
I didn't argue. I was too tired and frustrated. The whole
way home, I was sort of off in my own little world. I
couldn't get the face out of my head. It was like I'd seen
my sister. I was an only child, and often wondered what it
would be like for me to have a sibling.
My ratty apartment waited for me. Outside the office, I was
a master slob. I have been accused of living too much
between my ears and not enough in 'reality'. I tossed my
trench coat over the sofa, and peeled the layer of clothing
away. I took my 'efficient' shower, meaning I did what
needed done, and got out. She had infected me. All I saw
was her face... the same need to know in her eyes. I
wondered if she was sitting in her own cramped apartment
right now, toweling off from her own shower.
The fridge was in desperate need of cleaning, but it at
least held several cold beers. I cracked one open, and
dialed for pizza. While I waited, I sat at my dining room
table, which had become a home for stacks of printouts, and
sifted through data. I stopped briefly to turn on the
stereo, and put on some classical music. I found I thought
more clearly while listening to Handel.
Hypothetically, the rift could be breached, and mass could
pass between. It would require a higher energy output. I
scanned the capacity of our equipment. Admittedly, it was
tight, but the system should be able to handle it. By the
time the pizza arrived, I'd worked out the mass that could
pass across. It amounted to only 0.4 ounces.
It would have to be something small. I ran through data
storage possibilities. Anything magnetic was obviously out.
The strong magnetic fields within the containment ring
would degauss any magnetic media. A CD might work, but that
would require sophisticated software to read, which I
wasn't sure existed on their side. I had no idea how
similar computer standards were.
Perhaps I could have information laser etched on a metal
plate. If I put it in microfiche format, quite a lot could
fit in a small space, and would only require a microscope
to read.
I closed the lid on the pizza box, thinking. The odds of
ever finding that reality were practically impossible. I,
more than anyone, appreciated the massive improbability.
These were the thoughts swirling through my head as I
slumped into my sofa, and faded into unconsciousness.
It was light through the living room window that woke me. I
stretched, and sat up. I felt rather nasty, like a mad
chiropractor decided to use me as an experiment. I changed
into clear clothes and started a pot of coffee.
Remnants of my dream floated in my mind. The mirror, and
the woman on the other side.
I checked the time, and called the West Coast. Mom ought to
be up and about her day by now.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi mom. Hey, I have a really odd question for you. I don't
want you to take this wrong in any way if I am completely
off base here, but did I have a twin sister?" I said,
trying to sound calm.
There was a pause that said to me that she was formatting a
response.
"Why would you ask such a thing, dear?" she replied
cheerily.
"Mom... The project I'm working on... Look, I saw her
yesterday, okay? Not in what you'd consider reality, but
she was there. What's the story? Did she die at birth?" I
was sounding less pleasant and more demanding.
"Honey... Shortly after you were conceived, the doctor told
us you were... special. You had both male and female sex
chromosomes. We opted for gene therapy before you developed
along too far, so you could have a normal life," she
explained in her best caring mother voice.
I felt the oddest sensation of vertigo. I sat down
carefully. The woman wasn't my sister. She was me.
"Mom... what would you have named me if I were a girl at
birth?" I asked, but already knew the answer.
"We had decided on Andrew if you were a boy and Andrea if
you were a girl. We knew as soon as the doctor started gene
therapy that you'd be a boy," mother said.
That's really all I remember of the conversation before
getting dressed and heading out for the day. I had a solid
six hours of sleep, more than my usual.
It was late into first shift when I returned. A new trinket
hung around my neck. It was a titanium plaque, laser etched
with about twenty pages of information, written so small,
it could only be read with a microscope. It looked
something like a dog tag. I had to let go of believing that
I'd ever see Andrea again.
I wear the plaque now in hopes that some day I may again
find Andrea, and have the chance to slip her some small bit
of information about me. Maybe she's done the same.
The sequences are set for the next rift opening of the
NDRS. The particle beams focus on a single point in space,
and a new magic mirror opens.
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