Mortal Protection Services Chapter 53: Epilogue

Epilogue Hello, it's me, the Abstainer. Good ol' Grandpa A. My little slice of hyperspace stabilized while the rest of it collapsed throughout the entire universe. It tried to collapse in here too, but Mafdet stopped by once in a while to scream at the walls until they comported themselves properly. All the cracks have sealed up now, and it seems stable. She stops by less often now, preferring to hang out with Jim. I get it, he's her human... android... whatever. They're a bonded pair. I still have about a Jim level of power, so... Type 3 civilization stuff. Quite limited compared to what a certain kitty cat is walking around with. Reading her full logs was... informative. Also, I can't fully pause time anymore, just make it go reeeeeal slow for me. That's four e's of extra slow. Generally that's good enough when I want to do something with it, but not fast enough to stop a nuke that's already exploding. I cannot quite reach plank time like before. If you're wondering about how the hell this whole book made it your universe... Well I can explain that too. When things had been stable a while, a few thousand years, I ended up with a visitor from another universe. A talking skull of all things. I put this talking skull into the experiencer to be all of them points of view you had. Before you go thinking ill of me, he gave me permission. Practically begged to try it out, actually. The floating talking skull said he used to be wizard's tool, a kind of sentient repository of magic knowledge, a long time ago. All his rightful owners were long dead, so now he roamed the multiverse in search of weird shit to experience. He said the collapse of hyperspace had let just enough magic in that he could get in here to visit me. So I said, "You wanna experience some really weird shit? Put yourself in this thing." I started him with Ingamar, and after that he absolutely had to be us all. Even me. Fun fact, I was never 'alive' so to speak, so the experiencer can just... read my logs. When I put the helmet on him there was a shock and then I woke up on the floor of my office with Mafdet licking my face and no sign of my skull friend. He returned later to take this epilogue from me, he promised to publish it as written. (Bob sucks farts) I noticed he had some scratch marks on his.... skull. Across one eye. Apparently he and Mafdet had a little... conversation about weird shit while I was out. Anyhow, apparently Ol' Skully boy is named Robert, or Bob to his friends. He's turn some poor schmuck in your universe into his telepathic tuning fork. This, Bob, the Skull makes his tuning fork type for him. Sounds like a problem that could be resolved with the proper pharmaceuticals to me, tuning-fork. Either way, good luck with your finger wiggling. Back in my neck of the multiverse, Jia came to live with me. Jia and I thought we might have to escape into real space while Hyperspace and the PMS campus both just fizzled away. fortunately she knew how to get to my place without the Dilty handshake. Mafdet ain't kicked her out so I won't either. Besides, as the Hyperspace avatar representing all Solians, it sorta makes sense that I'd end up with a mild tentacle horror as my roommate and... Ahem sometimes lover. . . . A few thousand years have passed since intervention day, from my point of view, and pretty much everyone is dead. I mean the people you've come to know, the FAP's still strong, people still live, just not our protagonists. The Scourge is basically a Dilt meat fountain at the zoo now. People live in Diltopia. Non-Dilts even. Let's see, Leia's still alive... sorta. We'll get back to that. The hive at Diltopia too. The eraDiltator hive is gone. They did their job quite well and helped the humans of Earth achieve their highest purpose, which was to purge the Scourge. Each individual Dilt was the most sensitive scourge meat detector even invented, put them in an array and pfft, no chance the Scourge could hide even in the deepest cave or thickest nebu