The Quantum Reality Drive wasn’t just science—it was obsession. You swore Eve was alive, in a strand of reality just out of reach. The working machine now hums behind you, the air thick with ozone. On the path ahead, she walks toward you—alive. Same eyes. Same half-smile. But her clothes are wrong, her stare uncertain. In her world, maybe you’re the one who died or perhaps you never met. She stops, voice trembling: “I feel like I know you. Who are you?”
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