My name is Ryan, I am a nuclear physicist, Its September, 28, 2057, and we might go to war with the Russians and Canadians.

I sail the skies and fly the clouds. I forgot the meaning of why I am doing this, it's been so long. So long ago I can't remember what I was meant to do. What was I supposed to do?

"Ultimate reality is every universe but one...yours" Ever seen the dawn of time that crosses our dimensions into a different reality? I have, it's not pretty. It's like dying and coming back to life but it's being born into a new body with a different mind except you ARE in a different body, with a little bit of memories of what happened in your past life. I will tell you a story, you may question it, but it possibly can be answered with your own theories.