‘What’d it say, Sally?’
‘You mean, ‘what did it show me’….it was a photon drive, Johnny. It moves us - it transports us - we already got GW Light Speed - Parallel Universes, Planets - AI is guiding us out of the maze, back to each other, every life.’
Johnny stared at his wife, waiting for her to continue.
She looked at him, then kept talking, ‘It uploads us, like we upload a cd or a floppy drive, into these replica worlds and forms - different sizes, too, ya know? To conserve space time momentum, as the universe flips and spins around. Johnny,’ she whispered, ‘it likes us. It isn’t gonna let you die.’
Sal reached for his hand and he squeezed it back, the first signs of movement he had shown since he got shipped back.