Quantum Leap Chaos 1:

Quantum Leap Chaos 1: The Missing Police Summit

As I remember it, I was recovering from a weird adventure. As I lay on a new, elegant bed, on the beach,...

Wait! What? Why do I have this cameo type of memory? What happened to get me into that situation? When was there a beach? I was looking at the monstrosity castle perched atop the strange, ever-changing Mount Vitality South...

Where am I now?

Suddenly, everything went dark.

I'm floating quickly, through a strange tunnel, with weird shadows, as sunlight sometimes hits the roof. It is difficult to tell if I was propelled like this previously, or in another "lifetime". I do know, that I traveled through time and space, on an absurd number of occasions. I just don't remember anything like this.

I'm stumbling into the "wings" of a brightly lit USA Presidential Auditorium. I know where I am, as supposedly, I was the USA President, at some point. I just don't remember much of it. In my perception, that was too long ago, to keep track of it.

Well, something is happening. I'm completely aware of my surroundings. What is today's date?

Previously, a time-entangled mess happened, on this date. Somehow, today was "re-set", for 7: 30 am, before the scheduled events of the day. Someone seems to be a perfectionist. Well, let me see, why I need to redo this day.

The Secret Service, Congress, President, ... were shocked to see me. I stood just outside the enormous stage, as a glowing translucent person. I am not supernatural. It is just a heavy all-purpose armor, that shines with sunembued water.

Everyone either bowed or curtseyed around me. It was quite a sight.

They shouted all sorts of grand titles, in hundreds of languages.

When they finally stood up again, I said, "Thank you. You can call me Steff. I'm still not comfortable with this 'Empress' job; particularly as someone keeps shoving me through the space-time continuum so that I can fight in epic battles".

They had mixed reactions to this.

Doug, our official historian,... was starting to say something, when he was interrupted. A growing multitude of various versions of him, in all shapes and sizes of red, started to talk, as they appeared.

It was like a floating red dust assembly, at first, until they grew to life-size. 🤗🐈‍⬛Immediately, it was cramped in that Hallowed Hall of Justice.

Just as quickly, all of the extra "Dougs", seemed to vanish.

The first one, fainted, in my arms. Somehow, one made hundreds of quantum leaps, simultaneously. Or, he kept falling through an opening, in the "fabric of space and time". That can take a lot out of a person. Jet Lag.

Well, someone revived Doug, with some especially filtered sun-infused water. This instantly transformed him into a perfectly human-shaped ray of pure red light, who could do anything. "Ah. I finally drank too much water over time"! he exclaimed, 2 hours later, when he awoke.

Well, with swirls, and whirls, the room seemed like colored air, as everything around me danced around. I thought it was like a scene from Harry Potter.

There was a mini-me, with Brilliant Doug, in my guest room. Wait! What? How is that room a few feet behind this auditorium? I'll never get used to this place.

Oh. The summit is starting. The USA President sat a little higher than anyone else, in my father's chair. Oh, yeah. My father was the king at one time.

There was a large assemblage of government officials in a semicircle, around, and behind the President. He was holding onto the table in front of him, which was too tightly holding him against the view screen, behind him.

"Is there someone who can adjust the table, for Mr. Biden"? I asked.

People ran forward, to help. The excellent team corrected the problems.

Gee.

When everyone was comfortable, the meeting commenced again, the same way as previously. It was like starting a movie over again. A young lady, named, "Julia", made her presentation, as she sat at another long table, across the room, from Mr. Biden.

It was strange. Many people should have been working in the rows of chairs and tables around Julia. Even so, nobody came. I kept getting haunting flashbacks, of those people. I don't know. I think someone or something played with reality, too many times, so that, the scene before me, could not flow smoothly. Does that make sense? It happens a lot in Southern Vitality.

As I said, the young lady was not affected by anything. As Julia concentrated on her work, she didn't notice the signs that somehow, time was manipulated.

Julia showed photos, on a large view screen as she described situations when the police didn't respond to a call or handle the emergency properly.

I applauded vigorously!

I have countless stories about how my "911 Stephanie" Crew failed me!

The President noticed some visuals, that showed up after Julia stopped her announcements. He went unnaturally pure white. Fear! Horror!

This time, I ran to my boss, Mr. Biden. I jumped over the desk and hugged him tightly. I gave him some Vitality Water Medicine, as I am also a doctor. I never jumped over a table previously.

Just when I realized, "I did not hear any of Julia's presentation, I just read the captions on the screen ..., " someone removed my shoes, to replace them with rocket-powered boots... I screened as I went up, towards the ceiling.

Suddenly, I am home, in bed. My husband, (pick a name - it is a long story for later) Brooklyn Roberts, or Brandan, ↔️ Brian Vitality, is staring at me. Fortunately, I can't see the lower part of him. ...

Either B is having trouble speaking, or someone keeps re-setting time. Poor man, B is having trouble speaking.

"Let Brandan speak", I say.

"It looks like illegal space-time dimensional manipulation", I finished speaking.

An unintelligible (= chaotic) racket arose,

Sorry.

A bunch of squeaky voices is screaming different things, at the same time. I can't understand anyone.

"I'll talk with you one at a time, later, in my office. You God-like people may leave now," I said.

A large multicolored, multigenerational, multi-sized cloud of Vitality Water life forms appeared, rose, and flew out of the window.

"You are rude," my husband exclaimed.

"Did you enjoy having someone keep you from talking"? I asked, defiantly.

"Well, no. Is that what that was? I Can't tell anymore," he was hurt.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," I apologized.

"I was rude too. Sorry," he said.

I went over to him. We cried for a long time. There are more burdens, in a ruptured space-time dimensional continuum.

Height, length, width, and Space, are dimensions that can be changed in many ways. Time is a different kind of dimension, that goes into the future, as the seconds keep coming. Every new second, as it comes, is "now". The second before this one is "the past". We can't go back to that time. It's gone. The second after "now" is the future. We can't keep the clock at midnight Saturday, January 21, 2023, for longer than a second, nor can we skip over it, to another point in time.

Well, that was before Vitality was created.

Today, it's hard to find out anything about the past, as the laws of nature and other sciences are broken. People have memories, of events, that happened. Yet, sometimes, the evidence is missing, because someone went back in time, to "fix it".

I know I walked through a battleground when the enormous museum, 4 miles away, exploded in front of me. The shockwaves, and the debris, from the blast, sent me flying backward, in my armor.

My next memory is that The war was going on around me, yet, I could not hear or smell anything. Plus, the museum was standing up, as before, as if nothing happened to it.

It is still in place. In the latest reality, The museum was never bombed. The rocket bomber, which originally destroyed the museum, was never built, from my extensive research.

Wait. What?

After my first experience, the country's extra-high surveillance machines showed the whole thing. They even filmed the aircraft.

Due to many quantum leaps, "The Vitality Water People", made an unnumbered amount of changes, to history.

The reason that I remember the full war, and the destruction, is simple: Memories are not erased. I did lose consciousness when I landed on the ground at sonic speeds. I did lose some memory, as that's natural.

In Vitality, memories can't be erased for any reason. Unless we're unconscious, we never regain memories. I know. If we simply forget, or start a new life from infancy, then memories can hide from us, for some time. I mean, knowledge is stored in the brain. Sometimes, I can recall it.

Anyway, I notice, Brandan is valiantly working to get my attention.

"I'm sorry. For some reason, I had to go into a long speech, about the new realities of Vitality,"

"Oh. That's alright. I get distracted too. On another note, I was surprised when this new elegant bed appeared where your old one was. It was like a weird transformation,"