"Wonders of the Universe!"

'Gah, I can't believe he was doing that!' the soul thought. If there had been a body, it would have shivered. 'Who gets off on that sort of stuff anyway? I'm glad I died when I did, I didn't want to see how that was going to end. Those eyes were creepy!'

'I mean, I was just a crippled old man. Who gets their rocks off on that sorta thing? If there's an afterlife, or reincarnation, or recycle thing going on, I'll have to ask God to excuse me from that.'

"I think you'll be out of luck, sorry."

'GAH! SHIT FUCK ASS TITTIES!!? ... poopy'

The two voices remain silent for some time before the one who interrupted begins to speak, "I'm sorry about that, you seemed to be lost in thought there, so I didn't want to interrupt."

'Who are you?'

"Ha! No. No, I just happen to... No, that's wrong. Hmm, how can I explain?" the man says as his form begins to appear. He looks like a man in his 20s, wearing a sitting jacket, with a long wooden pipe in his hand. He's sitting on a reddish-brown leather armchair, and what looks to be pink bunny slippers covering his feet. A room appears around the man. A fireplace burns wood behind him, with a bookcase filled with books next to it. Above the mantle is a painting of a ship in a stormy sea, and below the man's feet is a wooden floor with an elegant looking rug lying on top of it.

"I guess you would call me an anomaly. Hmm, my story is quite long, but even though we have plenty of time; I'll only tell you the part that led me here. There are more important things we have to attend to."

'I'm going to a world? What do you mean? I died. Am I going to some sort of heaven? I didn't believe in that sort of thing.'

"No, this is a summoning. We'll get to that shortly, and then we'll have some time to familiarize you with everything going on down there." The man clears his throat and adjusts his sitting jacket, after which he crosses his legs. "My name is... well not important, for now, just call me Anomaly. I was a human born on a technically advance world."

The man takes a breath and pauses, staring blankly ahead. "I had been born with a genetic disease. One which at first glance doesn't seem bad, but once you got to a certain age, your body would begin to break down at an accelerated rate. My civilization had found a cure for it, although it requires several months of painful gene therapy. Well, that was the old way, a new procedure, developed by the military, had become available to fix the problem. All within a single visit. It was a way to alter the genetic structure of all the cells in my body by use of a... well let's just say that the body is disassembled at the atomic level and re-written. This procedure had been tested and performed many times before it became available to the public and was deemed safe by the time I went in for my own procedure."

A frown creased the forehead of the man, as it appeared he was trying to think of how to word his next sentence. "During the first part of the procedure, the computer scans the body, and maps out the changes to be made, which actually takes a few hours. I was unconscious for this part, so for me it happened in an instant. You must be conscious for the procedure because foreign substances could cause problems. You also had to have an empty stomach and bowels, so not being conscious for the scan was really helpful. Once the scan was done, they'd wake me up, do a few tests, and then go over the procedure again before the next phase. I was told that for the next phase, it'd start with a tingling feeling, then I'd get a bit dizzy, before everything went dark, like I passed out. Once everything was done, I'd wake up and have to be monitored for a while before I could be discharged."

"Well, that was what was supposed to happen. I don't know what happened at the time, but somehow, I ... fell out of the universe. It's hard to explain, as it was more of a feeling than anything. It felt like I had shifted to a quantum state. Oh, do you know what that means?"

'I've never shifted to a quantum state.'

"No, do you know what quantum state means?"

'Oh, like something happening but not?'

"Something like that yeah. I was everywhere, and nowhere, while at every point in time, but outside time entirely. In that moment, I was both at the beginning and the end of the universe. And then I woke up. In my body. Before I was born. Same body, same genetic problem, same family, I could make new changes to my life without problems, and it seemed like my previous life was just some strange dream. When I got my genetic alteration procedure done again, there were no issues, and I lived my life to completion. And when I died, I woke up again in my body, again before I was born.

"Again and again, I lived my life from birth to death. Countless times. Changing my life each time was what I did at first. I developed a thirst for learning. I studied every subject. I walked as many paths in my life as I could. Eventually, I had done every job, spoke every language, and I could probably say with confidence I had met everyone on the world in some way or another. But it didn't stop. I didn't know why this was happening to me, and only me. I was called insane when I tried to tell others. I spent quite a few lives just killing myself. I resorted to crime and spent plenty of time breaking the laws and other selfish things. I was tired of this existence, and yet it continued on and on. Until one day, I found myself here." With this he held his hands up and looked around.

"This is the void, which is outside of the existence that is the universe. That bright light over there that's constantly flickering and moving, that's the universe.

"I believe the first time I was kicked out, I caused a problem, which put the world into a loop, around my existence. And I think the last time I was kicked out, was the universe's way of fixing the problem. I became a catalyst for my own multiverse of existence."

A smile came to his face and a twinkle came to his eyes at that point, "Do you know that the universe, the whole of existence is, in fact, a singular entity?"

'What?'

"It's true! That glowing bundle of light over there is alive. No idea how, or why, but it suddenly came to be. Out here in the void, there are no laws, such as time, or matter, or existence. And yet, there was an existence right there, in the middle of nothing. That existence asked itself a question. That one question has haunted every sentient life form that has ever or will ever exist on any world. 'Why do I exist.' So, it sought a way to find the answer."

The man held his hand up and an image of a pulsing light appeared there. It started as a small dot, expanded to a glowing cloud that swirled around for a while, then compressed down to a small dot again before repeating itself. "This is the universe. From beginning to end, this is it." He said, as the cycle kept happening in his hand. "Every time the universe ends, a new one is created with slightly different rules. At first, there weren't enough rules, and nothing was formed. More rules were added, but the balance was never right. More and more versions were created and destroyed until the consciousness found a way to create sentient life. Something that would help it to answer the question, 'Why do I exist?'

" Life is born with a blank slate, and allowed to live to learn, to feel, to have experiences. And when life dies, those experiences are added to the consciousness of that existence. And it will continue on and on until it finds the answer." The man shrugs, "But the answer hasn't been found yet."

"Or has it? It's hard to say." The man says with a shrug.

The man leaned forward and held out the hand with the image of the universe above it. The image changed. It appeared as if everything was happening all at the same time. New universes starting and ending at the same time, or in sequence, or at offset timing, until it became confusing and difficult to look at. He then gave a nod to the universe that existed behind the soul.

"You see the universe, or rather universes, exist in a quantum state. All happening at once. All in the same space. All at the same time. And yet, also not." The image then changed to the small point of life, "Some worlds call this the singularity. The point of origin. This right here, this dot of existence that is everything in the universe, is the existence which creates and destroys everything. This right here, is God. Everything else is just an experience. Their purpose is to bring more information about the reason it exists. This existence doesn't care about anyone, and yet it does. It wants everyone to have a life, to experience things, learn things, do things. And when those things die, their experiences are added to the solution. While I'm on the subject, there are universes where gods do exist, and they may claim to have powers, or be the creation of everything, but they too are just experiences."

"Some have theorized this existence as a multiverse, a string theory, parallel worlds, and inter-dimensional worlds, among many others. And they're not far from the truth, but they are wrong. And they will continue to be wrong because of the quantum state that the universes exist in. The singularity will change the rules of existence in another universe based upon theories that are thought up. Ideas become reality. Imagination becomes life. Fantasy becomes history. Myths become facts. If someone somewhere in any of the universes thinks of something completely new or different, a new existence comes to being to try to see if it finds the answer there. If I were to take my own world as an example, if we were to count every fictional story ever created, or imagined, by anyone that ever existed on my world, the number would be mind boggling. Some authors by themselves can flesh out several on their own. All of these can lead to a new existence, a new universe. And that's just one planet, in one of the universes. Any one of those newly created universes can create countless more. A single person's idea can create a universe with millions of planets filled with life, or a single planet with a starless sky."

The man clears his throat, "Ah! I rambled on, I apologize, I don't get many opportunities to talk to anyone these days." He again adjusts his sitting jacket, and leans forward, "Let's get to your situation, shall we?"