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Wishing on a shooting star takes on a whole new meaning when your in space especially when it's possible the damn meteor could hit the space station, killing you. The last time I wished on a shooting star had been before I woke up here in what used to be one of my favorite tv shows. I was in my last year of college and walking to my car when I saw the falling meteor shooting across the night sky. I wished for adventure and excitement in my life just before looking after to find a notification on my phone that The 100 was being taken down from Netflix at the end of the month. Surprised I ended up dropping my keys and had to bend down to pick them up, only for a speeding car to hit me while coming around the corner.

"Welcome #4686347, human name Cleo Delgado, to Purgatory Realm Floor ZAQ- Level T6347." A bored voice says, as though they rather be doing anything else. "Congratulations, during this floor's creation the number you were designated upon your death was chosen in the lottery for this entire realm's one time only transmigration. If you could please stop the whining and crying we can begin getting you ready for your new life."

"I'm not doing either of those." I respond somewhat annoyed but holding my tongue, for now. "What do you mean my number was chosen before it was designated?"

"I suppose you aren't, strange. I thought it was merely a default setting for you mortals after death considering how many of you do so. To answer your question there are numerous Purgatory Realms and before opening each one draws a random level number before drawing a number designation in which the last numbers must correspond."

"What happens if the numbers don't match?"

"The numbers must match upon the first drawing, if they do not that realm will find itself without the ability to reincarnate or transmigrate. The power that would have gone to such is then transferred to the following realm and so on. The power builds until a match is found but once it is the power can form in a few ways. A) wishes limited to the new universe's capabilities. B) a chance at accessing other universes to link an item or ability from there to you. C) In the case of the assigned new universe being extremely perilous the power can merge to open a new path to another far less dangerous universe though this removes any chance of gaining anything else aside from the possibility of choosing to remember or forget your past.

"And do I have any of those options? Can I know what where I'm supposed to be going?"

" As you have asked the knowledge of it may be provided. You have been assigned a universe which appeared within the modern media of your past life."

"Oh for the love of god." I mumble, bending down and wrapping my arms around my legs, thinking of how many horrifying ways this could go wrong.

"You're new universe is that of The 100 tv show though there are some elements of the book that hold true within that universe just as some things were never included or cut out while others were added. You will be transmigrated there a little over a year before the 100, of which you will be part of, are sent down to Earth."

"Oh thank god it's something I actually know and not one where I'll get eaten by a fucking dinosaur or worse in Twilight. Ugh." I shiver.

"From what I am aware Twilight was the last transmigration before yours. Now from that match to your own, power has formed indeed been transferred numerous times and has of now, should you accept your new universe, culminated to form 3 universe specific wishes and one chance to spin the wheel of fortune which will provide you one random ability or item from anywhere in the multiverse to be bound to your soul."

"A wheel of fortune? Seriously? I mean why can't I just pick something?"

"It is, what it is. This was designed as a way of ensuring numerous multiverses do not collapse by open breaches which would effectively become multiversal black holes swallowing all which is connected to it. Instead the wheel finds natural breaches that have opened and displays the options available at that moment. Breaches do not open often and as such you are quite fortunate in your arrival time however the breaches connected to this realm are set to close in ten minutes and will not reopen again until at least several millennia have passed, a time frame in which your soul cannot withstand being here and would see it extinguished should you attempt it."

"Jesus! Tell me things like that first! Can we start with the wheel?"

"You may." The bored voice replies and a wheel appears in front of me. Options range anywhere and everywhere from a System, Harry Potter- Wizarding tent, Dimension hopping, and more.

"Does that panel seriously say cheeseburger?"

"Yes. Reaching through the breach does not guarantee you will find something helpful it merely raises the chance of such."

"Right, ok, here we go." I grip the wheel lifting it as high as I can before pulling it down to spin with all my strength and watch as it spins. Waiting, I try to think of what wishes might help me. I had to choose carefully considering my presence there alone could change just about everything I knew depending on where and when I ended up. What if I ended up in a time before the bombs or if I made a decision that led to someone important dying? What if Abby died before she could make the night blood? The 'what if's' filled my mind as I glanced to the wheel and saw it slowing. "Oh no, no, no, no."

I panic as I see it slow near X-Men: Blob with a picture of the huge ass man, I somewhat remember from the movies. "God please no!" I practically scream as the pointer tilts toward it and shut my eyes not able to look.

"The wheel has landed. You will gain . . ."