Coil returned to the end of the complex furthest from the entrance, entered his quarters. He paused at his computer to check his emails and the latest news feeds. Nothing crucial.
Do you reckon Coil ever made one of his alternate reality selves take the time to reply to a blatant Nigerian Prince scam just for fun (like James Veitch likes to)?
He divided realities. In one, he stayed at his computer. In the other, he entered the room reserved for his pet. “Good morning, pet.”
I have a feeling the numbers are going to be different. Exactly why, I don’t know, but I have a feeling they’re going to be higher this time.
“It’s morning?” she groaned, sitting up. “I thought I just finished dinner. Candy?”
“You know my morning questions.”
He already knew the numbers – he noted they had barely changed, as she rattled them off – but if he always canceled out the reality where he asked her for the chance of any danger in the morning and never asked again because it would be redundant, she would never remember.
Ah, yeah, that’s a good point.
Even a mind like hers had its limits and boundaries.
…I mean, it makes sense. Her power looks forward, not back to realities that quite possibly don’t exist anymore.
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