not even a draft

Unfinished Draft Part 1

Breathing is something which only nonmicroscopic organisms need organs for. This is why across the animal kingdom lungs gills and spiracles come in all configurations, as they often only become necessary at certain scales.

Organisms smaller than those scales simply absorb oxygen whether they want to or not. This is why the mass accidental-production of oxygen in our ancient past by the first algal life forms was the same to the life there as if they been been globally carpetted in poisonous gas.

It was, however a useful poison, so those whome survived soon turned misfortune into utility.

There are worlds in this great tree of possibility, and in some of them, humans invent magic. Not as a convenience an first, but rather as a punishment.

When I was a young'n it was on one such world where I wasemployed while dreaming,I was summoned by my bosses to beside another girl around my age whom was playing "Sonic The Hedgehog" on a brand new SEGA Game Gear, I was fascinated by the minor differences in sound design graphics and level design, between their Sonic and our world's Sonic, and so: watched the screen intently as an unseen spirit as she played the late afternoon sunset away.

A gust rattle the blinds covering her window, and I glanced out to see a metrotopia of arching woven concrete curbs and rails suspended above stacked dopples of that which I currently saw; like a layer cake of architecture and engineering.

It was the cold damp breeze which passed through my face, and yet it felt like the drizzle of light coastal rain.

That fresh welcoming qualia in this strange sparsely lit hive of human habitation, snapped me to my senses.

I was suddenly self conscious about being an uninvited guest. "This is someone's room! Not an arcade!" I chided myself, as I drifted through the screen glass and frame of the window to gaze upon the ornate yet surely fatal fall beneath me.

I had not noticed the faint mumble of "Is someone there" leave the voice box of my new charge. Strange. I had not received contact orders yet, so the veil should still be strong- and uet I felt the phantom hairs on my ghostly neck stand up nonetheless.

I turned to dismiss my suspicion of being watched, and was startled to see they had removed the window-screen and were glaring at me rather imposingly- -no, they were squinting past me.

I looked in that direction to, I couldn't see what they were looking at, until I heard a rowdy group of ungangly misreants on the roof a building which menaced over this one from some distance away, To my horror, there was metal cable of somekind connecting the small watertower at the top of this structure, to a powerbox platform adjacent to one of the monorail tracks.

Using my supernatural powers, I enhanced my vision and hearing, just in time to witness the first one, a guy in a green shirt and bike helmet clink a modified coat hangar over the wire. My heart sank. They all had coat hangars like this. They were going to zipline across all of these rails?

Would I have the guts to do that back home? No, it isn't an issue of guts, that's dumb, behind me I looked, my fellow Sonic fan's eyes seemed to light up upon seeing the same sight which made my heart sink. These were here friends?

My mission to create a good future for them just became significantly more challenging. I watched in horror as the first kid, already on the zipline realized it was sagging too low to clear the current train, he smacked into the train, and I heard the sound of death.

I paused time, just as the wave of everyone realizing their friend had bit it, was about to occur.

I rewound time. This was my job. Observation effects measurement. The multiverse- well techincally the 'omniverse', is infinite, so it doesn't need saving per se, however, there are vested interested out there whome wish to ensure positive outcomes exist for each soul. To accomplish this, they send other souls to do what they must to ensure they can measure a positive outcome within certain parameters.