My work phone started blowing up at 3am, WTF I thought. I heard in a surprise tone,"This is the Director, shut up and listen, your going live by special messenger in 20 minutes, acknowledge you understand this message and get ready."
"Acknowledge sir", I said. Fuck 20 minutes, the bug out bag and a gym suit is all I'm ready for, no matter how many times they do this shit I never get used to it. This time the director himself placed the call. That means this Rabbit hole is going to go deep.
Delivery by special messenger means medically sedated and I have no clue how or where the hell we are. What's so deep is the man at the top giving out job's like an errand boy at 3am. I am going to find out soon enough they waste no time getting me set up for an interview. Nothing prepared me for the story to come, sometimes knowing what I know weighs heavily.
"How can I be of service", I said to what appeared to be a middle aged scientist. "How can you be of service?",the scientist said ,As if he was pondering some mathematical deep formula.
"How about we get straight to business", said the scientist, "I am following orders from my universe and have became a victim in a case of conflict of interest." My parallel dimension vs. yours. Said the scientist. Get out of town I thought, I'm all ears. I mean really what do you say to something that serious. "The Mandela Effect is real", said the scientist. "Somehow we moved 1/2 the world into a parallel dimension and there is no going back. It was meant as a Quantum Physics project at CERN. We didn't know that our experiment caused a global population to phase in and out of different worlds almost indistinguishable from their home. I can't get back, nobody can, it's a literal one way trip. If Bernstain Bears doesn't trigger you than this is your world, it's that easy. Nobody even knows who took our place? If we ran this experiment again no one can tell what happens to the other dimension. Is it erased? Is it left in a state of rapture like the bible with people just disappearing? The penalty is to great to roll the dice, and wouldn't you know they want me to teach them how to roll the dice!", Ended the Scientist sarcastically.
Fuck! I whispered, they know that 1/2 of us aren't native from this timeline, and don't care, and are ready to do God knows what in case of an emergency. Its the ultimate form of teleporting to another Time line to escape disasters or wars with negative outcomes. What are they not telling the scientist, I know from experience there is something left out, nobody gets the full picture.
I am reluctant to show them the final information to parallel jump an entire society, began the Scientist, My orders never came from this Universe, I should at least try to communicate with the dimensions and try to find ours. To repeat this expirement will shift half the global population to another parallel timeline that is not even distinguishable from ours. If I do follow orders you wouldn't know, you would just exist or not.
The Scientist was awkwardly silent and I was clueless, no way something isn't left out. I don't know the circumstances of my visit even. I'm just here talking it out with someone who holds the final piece of a coding puzzle to quantum dial Universes easily through a PC interface. His only choice will be play be to play ball, live or die. The department doesn't ask for opinions it's always orders...
I'm recording this in my journal just in case they fucked with the timeline, The Scientist and I didn't talk for long, I hope he felt better under the most insane pressure, the fate of us all for the whims of a few on high. Bernstein Bears is how I remember it...
