Infin(ite)ration: A short story—one chapter at a time. Preface.

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Preface—An unfamiliar welcome, likely brought to you by one surface or another.

Thank you for tuning into ‘The Radio Station at the End of the Universe.’ DJ Rich Nix, here in the nowhere, comin’ straight from resignation, playin’ the hits from every apocalypse. Up next, we got the N.W.A.—that’s right, my fellow Americans—& others, ‘Fuck the Police!’

Sorry about that—the work helps keep my spirit alive. You know how it is, now that all 432 realities are dead, we must hold onto every memory we can or…

Where’d I go? What was that? Nevermind. Back to the reason you’re here, the story of Reality 99. This story lives in a time & place, somewhere on a planet that I don’t recall the name of—just after said planet’s most technologically advanced species, according to themselves, creates their own scientifically-verifiable afterlife.

I know— incredible! That’s how I’m here, right now-ish. My guys, my Whitehouse Whitecoats, figured out the same thing—though, sadly, not while I held the Oval. Nope, that was 35’s bane—or, boon, yeah, that too. That's a story for another time. It could be a future time or possibly the past. One never knows these days, not since linear time crapped out.

Oh, yes, I need to clarify one important detail. Most of the denizens of this nameless planet aren’t saved onto infinity in the same manner that I am. No, most of those poor souls are mere memories, with their consciousness spread too far & too thin, leaving no room for personal growth.

Static will stop you.

They had no idea of the truth in that slogan.

Now, where was I?

Onward, to science!

From what I’ve gathered of their version of infinity, they learned to write their moments permanently onto the Universe by repeating a moment a fairly large number of times. The locals refer to these repetitions as Infinirations. I forget the exact amount of Infinirations required—it’s on the tip of my tongue. It’ll come to me—maybe it already did.

Moving on. Before I get on with the story, I need you to be aware—there are others out here in the nowhere. Sarah is one. She shared this story with me. The deep history’s a bit much to get into in this passing infinite. I’ll ‘cliff notes’ you the gist.

Boring utopian society discovers time-consuming key to forever, so they set up a system that allows all people an equal chance to save as many memories as possible. Yadda, yadda, you get it.

Allow me to load the narrative. Beep-boop-beep-boop, DJ Rich Nix, out.

Hello Steemians! This is a work in progress that I'm submitting to a relatively prestigious writing contest. Feel free to drop constructive criticisms. Over the next week or two, I'll be posting one new chapter per day. Here's a link to the next chapter. https://steemit.com/writing/@iamscifi/r53wd-infin-ite-ration-a-short-story-one-chapter-at-a-time