Life.
How heterogeneous could it be? Having one that besieged every mind and every person who walked on the earth in this dimensional set of universes that constantly multiplied themselves within different points of time. But is it really, just one life?
How monstrous life could be? Having one that whispered wonders and ephemera to wake-up minds and eyeballs that were looking at the night skies; a moon with shining stars, and those minds were plagued with a question that emphasised what's up there?
How poisonous could it be? Having one that sent curiosity and imagination through dreams in a sleep, and they created different sets of images and hieroglyphs that were embedded in blocks of stones that still remained as one of the most sophisticated monuments in the world; The Great Pyramid of Giza, as a symbol of belief, obsession and determination towards life after death.
How virulent life could be? Having one that made a man dig into The Holy Bible, The Holy Quran, and other sacred texts in the name of religion that punctuated what to do and what not to do. Again, talking about substantial life and another life after that.
How impressive could it be? Having one that challenged human brains to study and find out things that were out of reach, sending space probes to orbit the entire Milky Way and then out of there; into the interstellar space to find new and more planets, and different worlds or dimensions that were separated by speed in light years. And with all they had discovered, scientific theories were born to raise even more curiosity and addiction to possible other lives out there.
So tell me, Chae, all of those thinkings, efforts, worship, buildings, studies, inventions, research, are done only to learn on how to live a life?
How important this life is?
"Are you mad at me?" Her sad voice cried into my ears as her arms guarded me. "Lisa, I'm sorry..."
Shaking my head, I shifted myself at the edge of the bed and felt her tighten the hug. "I would never get mad at you, baby"
"Are you upset then?"
I nodded to that.
It was true that I was upset. In fact, it was a combination of dismay and distress that were just overpowering. But those things were never meant to be expressed towards Chae. Instead, they were perfect for my own self.
I was so frustrated when I found out about how the rules of universe managed to turn my perspective towards my own life upside down; I wasn't the first Lisa. I was just the same like the culprit one, or other Lisas in different set of universes out there. That was so stupid of me to think and act like I was the original one before, while me myself, was nothing more than just another clone.
Thinking of the possibilities that were widely spread out, no one would be able to tell which Lisa was the original version. One universe is already big enough, imagine having multiple of it; a thousand? A hundred thousands? A million? A billion universes? If I wasn't the very first, original Lisa in the first universe that was created, I guessed it worked the same for Chae. She was another clone too, just like me, and so did her Lisa in their universe they came from. All of us were only the outcomes from multiplication of universe, thus, we were surviving in our own place for our lives there.
But I chose not to care about the universe anymore because it is what it is. I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't prevent it or anything. It would keep moving and multiplying as I was sitting on the bed with Chae, and it created new universe where the Lisa in it would get mad at her Chae since I decided to stay calm in this universe even after finding out the truth. That universe existed for the choices I didn't choose and it was unstoppable.
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Take Me Back To Paddington (SERIES)
Mystery / ThrillerBearing a famous resemblance of the modern Sherlock Holmes, Lisa Isaac never fails to uncover murder and suicide cases that wind up to be homicides. Her skepticism, science and logical stand have become her natures to hold the title of the best dete...