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Hello. . . .  My name is Miles S. Barker and I’m going to tell you about the day that changed my life forever, and yes, as you may have guessed. . . I am a dog.  A French Bassett Hound to be exact.  No, I am not French, but France is where my race originated.  Now to start . . . it was a completely normal day with Bradly, my friend. . . .
“We had to sign up for physics class,” Bradly whispered to me sarcastically in the large ugly classroom.  “We HAD to.”
“Well, I have a little bit of interest in quantum physics, but if I had known it would be this boring, I wouldn’t have bothered,” I said.
“I had to because I was failing English.  My parents said if I didn’t sign up for another class, I’d be grounded for a month.”
“Bradly, you seem to know the answer.  Why don’t you tell us what the theory of the multiverse is?” the teacher suddenly blurted out.
“Well, uh,” Bradly stuttered.  “If you get a cheese burger and go to another universe, you can get another cheese burger?”
“Pity,” teacher said.  “Can somebody else tell me the answer?”  So I raised my hand.  “Mr. Barker?”
I said, “The theory of the multiverse is the theory of their being unlimited parallel universes that can have the slightest to the biggest difference in common.  It is believed that you can use these universes to travel forward and backward in time by traveling to another universe.”
“OK,” said the teacher.  “Can you tell me what an example of a time paradox is?”
“Um,” I said.  “If you went back in time and killed your grandfather, so you couldn’t be born, so you wouldn’t have killed him.”
“Right,” said the teacher.  “And what is the recent theory of Welcer J. S. Tallen?”
“Um, I don’t know, sir,” I said.  Another kid in our class raised his hand.  The teacher called on him.
So, he said, “The theory states that worm holes can not only happen in outer space, but somewhere in time here on earth and it can change the entire space-time continuum of our planet.”
“Very good,” said the teacher.
Then the bell rang.  Bradly and I rushed out of the room and out of the school.
Later when we were walking home, we started talking about the physics class.
“Dude.  I can’t believe I sat through that whole dang class!” Bradly said.
“I thought it was pretty boring too,” I said.
“Do you even believe that stuff about the multiverse and the possibilities of a worm hole sucking someone or something into another universe?
“I usually believe the impossible,” I said.
“I mean even if that stuff is real, what are the chances of a wormhole hitting in a very tiny spot on this very tiny planet?  We have a better chance of you becoming a dachshund.”
“Well, the chances aren’t impossible.  They’re highly, highly improbable, but not impossible.  One could happen right now, for Pete’s sake.  And I bet your parents are going to make you sign up for a different class, which will probably make you happy because you won’t have to do physics anymore.”  And as I turned around, Bradly was gone.  Completely vanished.
It took me a few years to figure it out.  Only one good thing had happened.  I had proven Tallen’s theory.  Bradly and I were in almost completely the same universes.  Except that in one universe there was no Bradly, in one universe there was no me, at least from my perspective.  How we can solve this problem, we don’t know, but I bet the chances of us being rejoined by another wormhole are even smaller than the chances that we were separated.

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Hello. . . .  My name is Miles S. Barker and I’m going to tell you about the day that changed my life forever, and yes, as you may have guessed. . . I am a dog.  A French Bassett Hound to be exact.  No, I am not French, but France is where my race originated.  Now to start . . . it was a completely normal day with Bradly, my friend. . . .
“We had to sign up for physics class,” Bradly whispered to me sarcastically in the large ugly classroom.  “We HAD to.”
“Well, I have a little bit of interest in quantum physics, but if I had known it would be this boring, I wouldn’t have bothered,” I said.
“I had to because I was failing English.  My parents said if I didn’t sign up for another class, I’d be grounded for a month.”
“Bradly, you seem to know the answer.  Why don’t you tell us what the theory of the multiverse is?” the teacher suddenly blurted out.
“Well, uh,” Bradly stuttered.  “If you get a cheese burger and go to another universe, you can get another cheese burger?”
“Pity,” teacher said.  “Can somebody else tell me the answer?”  So I raised my hand.  “Mr. Barker?”
I said, “The theory of the multiverse is the theory of their being unlimited parallel universes that can have the slightest to the biggest difference in common.  It is believed that you can use these universes to travel forward and backward in time by traveling to another universe.”
“OK,” said the teacher.  “Can you tell me what an example of a time paradox is?”
“Um,” I said.  “If you went back in time and killed your grandfather, so you couldn’t be born, so you wouldn’t have killed him.”
“Right,” said the teacher.  “And what is the recent theory of Welcer J. S. Tallen?”
“Um, I don’t know, sir,” I said.  Another kid in our class raised his hand.  The teacher called on him.
So, he said, “The theory states that worm holes can not only happen in outer space, but somewhere in time here on earth and it can change the entire space-time continuum of our planet.”
“Very good,” said the teacher.
Then the bell rang.  Bradly and I rushed out of the room and out of the school.
Later when we were walking home, we started talking about the physics class.
“Dude.  I can’t believe I sat through that whole dang class!” Bradly said.
“I thought it was pretty boring too,” I said.
“Do you even believe that stuff about the multiverse and the possibilities of a worm hole sucking someone or something into another universe?
“I usually believe the impossible,” I said.
“I mean even if that stuff is real, what are the chances of a wormhole hitting in a very tiny spot on this very tiny planet?  We have a better chance of you becoming a dachshund.”
“Well, the chances aren’t impossible.  They’re highly, highly improbable, but not impossible.  One could happen right now, for Pete’s sake.  And I bet your parents are going to make you sign up for a different class, which will probably make you happy because you won’t have to do physics anymore.”  And as I turned around, Bradly was gone.  Completely vanished.
It took me a few years to figure it out.  Only one good thing had happened.  I had proven Tallen’s theory.  Bradly and I were in almost completely the same universes.  Except that in one universe there was no Bradly, in one universe there was no me, at least from my perspective.  How we can solve this problem, we don’t know, but I bet the chances of us being rejoined by another wormhole are even smaller than the chances that we were separated.