Star Date #30

Yes, all. In a world with infinite universes, how many versions of you do you think there are?

Ehh, infinite?

Bingo.

So, like, there’s a version of me with blue hair?

Probably.

A lesbian one?

Probably.

One who didn’t go out on a date with a guy who asked her out via email, starting off in a bowling alley before quickly discovering an interdimensional portal hole, stumbling through and ending up on a mind boggling adventure that involved highly evolved tree people, a steam punk future version of the boy she went on a date with and for whatever reason, liquor snakes?

Most definitely.

Okay.

Wait.

What?

You think I dress steam punky?

Hahaha, you don’t?

Okay, you got me there.

Hahahaha.

Also, he asked you out via email?!

Yes. So?

And he took you to a bowling alley??

Okay that’s enough Mr. steam punk future boy, tell me about the festival.

Okay, so it’s a celebration of humanity…

As the voices of cowboy me and my girl conversing, a little too comfortably for my taste but whatever, slowly fade into the background. It’s time to flip another page and end up somewhere else in the story. Conveniently skipping some time to save me some typing and keep this story interesting. At least that’s what I hope will happen.

Why do I let my dreamgirl fall for another version of me you ask? Since it’s my story and all and I’m in control of this thing? I don’t know, maybe there’s a point to all this that I’m trying to get to. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m just rambling off into whatever direction I feel like going. This is a joke remember? I told you so in the beginning. I’m a little surprised you’re still reading but hey, whatever floats your boat compadre. Must mean I’m doing something right here.. Or maybe you’re just really, really nosy.