In a distant future humanity achieved such a level of technological advancement it was able to breach the borders of three-dimensional reality and move to the multiverses of multidimensions. But some of us were too afraid to move on. So, they stayed...
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I was standing in the middle of the grotto. Somewhere in the sky it rumbled as if a giant drill was working, rushing at the speed of the subway through the yielding rock. Crumbs of stone fell from the ceiling and into puddles accumulated in the recesses. The light came from me, and it was visible for about twenty meters, then darkness began.
Looking at myself, I found that my body had changed. It was as if I was standing inside several mirrors reflecting it many times. And when I began to feel the body, I touched several variations of it at once: male, female, medium and not at all human.
"Hey! Master Bike," a familiar voice called out to me.
I turned around and saw a whitish figure approaching me from the darkness. The thin body barely held upright and swayed as if a strong wind was blowing.
"Don't be surprised, Savior, it's me, Baraman," the figure waved to me.
As it approached, I saw it's completely flat face with narrow eyes, a thin mustache and a huge smile.
"Don't be surprised, don't be surprised," the face smiled even wider, "we all look a little different here," and squinted at me.
I looked at myself again and took a step, feeling that something was dragging behind me.
"The Worm's world is multifaceted," Baraman said thoughtfully.
"I... I'm sorry you died."
"It's not worth it, Savior, Baraman is not grieving, he has a new body here," he said and looked at himself, "But Master Bike does not have a body here."
"What do you mean?" I asked, startled.
"Look, among the fragments of memories from which you are collected, there is no street urchin from Plotania."
I felt and looked at myself with horror, trying to find at least something that would connect me with my idea of self. But I came across something else in my memories. A falling ship, someone's hairy leg with a brand, a lipstick inscription on a hand.
Looking up, I saw a young man in front of me. His face was very familiar to me. He was standing in the place where I saw Baraman and smiling with his wide smile.
"You see, no," he burst out laughing and gave me a ringing click, from which I was carried somewhere far, far away.
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