"Where are we, Jim?"
"Let me see." Jim took a personal organizer out of his pocket protector and checked it. The LCD screen only said 42P.
"Oh shit. Plural reality."
"What? What's that thing? How do you know anyway?"
"Rick, there's one thing about me I never told you..."
Jim quickly explained Rick about the Uchronic Factions and the mechanics of alt-jumping. He also told him that he was sworn to secrecy, so he couldn't tell him. "Besides, you're a software guy and software isn't in high demand in most alts."
"I wouldn't believe you if I didn't see all this. Well--let's explore! Are there any of your UNA buddies here?"
"No, this is a Plural reality. The laws of physics change every hundred of kilometers or so, and that's the problem -- I know how to make an alt-catapult, but we got to find a place that is compatible with it! Plus, we'll need the parts."
"Wow. Ok... no sense in bickering, is there?"
So said, Rick walked towards the exit. The city outside was clearly post-holocaust, ruined buildings and packs of stray dogs and all that. Rick spotted an unidentifiable creature hiding from the last sun. Just outside the building was a some kind of small mechanoid.
"Jim! Come here!"
"Don't make noise! We're unarmed and defenseless!"
he replied as he went to the mechanoid.
"Do you think it still works?"
"Hmmm... Militian class 4... it should. But the fuel tank is missing."
"Damn."
Thu Aug 5 04:58:53 1999