The Other Way Around
Story by Draven
Justs a head's up. There is no actual sex in this story and it is something of a joke. It's just an idea that i wanted to put down. If you want to do anything with the universe, be my guest.
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The other way around
Draven
Among the vastness of creation there are an infinate number of possible universe, in which every possible turn of events has happened. Some differ from others so little that one could spend eternity searching in vain for divergences. Others differ so greatly and alien that even the laws of physics are radically diferent and any being which tried to cross over from one of said universes to another would instantly fall apart into the finest particles and they would only be able to understand the nature of these universes through mathamatics. Here we have two universes, the one in which this reader sits infront of a screen reading this exposition and another, identical in physical laws to that one and similar in many respects to his/her home dimention, in which a planet earth exists and is basically identical to the one that the reader dwells in, but in regards to what life lives upon it's surface is in a major way diferent. Here is a snapshot of life for an unassuming human being in this universe.
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Sally Furushima got off the bus after getting off after a hard day’s work before popping in at a one of ner favorite cafĂ©’s for a quick bite. Ne was fairly attractive, descended from Zhiponese immigrants that came over a century ago, a slim figure with B cup breasts, was five foot four, smooth olive skin and had medium length black hair and was about 28. As it was summer and St Andrea was warm, Sally dressed lightly. Ne had a white short sleeved jacket, a T-shirt for the St Andrean Grizzlies, a pair of running shoes and socks and some short tight Capri pants with lines on the groinal region to highlight the bulge. The Restaurant itself was located in a respectable plaza around a statue, commemorating the overthrow of the theocracy and the foundation of the second republic that happened sixty two years ago with roses lining it. It was a nice airy family owned affair which offered respectable foods at decent prices. Janice, the shop’s owner came about. “So, how are you doing?” Ne inquired.
“Alright, we had the wedding party for Jan and Vanessa at the office. Heard rumours that they jumped the gun a few months beforehand and Vanessa’s already expecting.”
“Well good for ner anyway.” Jan was not a prude, but rubbers were invented for a reason “But anyway, what will it be?”
“Green mint tea and an apple twist for here.”
“Coming up.” About half a minute latter, Jan’s fifteen year old daughter came over with the tray and gave ner a look which lasted about five seconds beyond politeness and moved too far downwards. It was rude but Sally could hardly blame ner, ne nerself gave the better looking person a look like that when ne was that age. Teens will be teens. The snack was as ne expected, in general good. After leaving five marks and fourty five pence in payment ne made ner way home.
It was a respectable walk; slightly more than two thirds of a kilometer and for the first half, it was nice and relaxing. Then two things happened. The first was ne saw in the sky a thunderhead rolling in quickly, which caused ner to hurry up. The second was ne saw was a group of neo-theocrat nutjobs in their silly long skirted suits, hair tied up into buns and unfriendly scowly faces complaining about “immorality”, “inferior races” and “decadance”. A line of Police officers kept them at bay with truncheons at the ready. One of Sally’s grandmothers had fought in the second civil war against the Theocrats in the infantry and had a rather extensive collection of scars which led to Sally learning what the word “Shrapnel” meant at an early age. Ner grandmother Yumiko was a bomber navigator during the Tejas campaign, one night ne came down with the flu a day before ner squadron was scheduled to bomb Hosten and because of that was the only member of said squadron to survive the war. Ner other two were not involved in the actual fighting, either being too young or were turned down due to flat feet and spent the war making shells. Either way ne had plenty of contempt for those stupid prudish bigots and ne moved as quickly as ne could to get home so ne did not have to look at them any more before ne could no longer hold down the urge to castrate them.
Once Sally got to ner building, ne quickly got upstairs to her flat and crashed on the couch. It was clear to all who entered it that this flat belonged to a nerd. There were Super Hero posters plastering the walls as well as a few action figures and “Art of” books on the shelves. It was slightly messy, but it was still home. To calm down Ne decided to
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