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Saturday, December 4, 2010

Mr. Autodelete, Part 2. It gets sciency

Part 1

Everyone kept chattering on about how silly this was, while Kathleen and I kept telling them to pipe down. When the time came, there was no voice, and some of our friends and family started asking us where was he? Then the voice came, which freaked out my friend Tara. "Hello, once again," came the elegant voice filled with pity. "I see I have an audience today. Well, so be it, ask your questions!"

The first "question" came from my father, who thought this was some elaborate trick, and unplugged the computer. Others in the group yelled at him for "ruining the show," but Mr. Autodelete spoke again, saying something about how he hoped that this answered his question. Tara whimpered and excused herself from the room, for this was a bit too much for her. Kathleen and I pleaded with the rest of our friends and family to please calm down. Even though we both were scared, we knew we should take this time to ask questions instead of panicking.

"How are you speaking to us?" Kathleen's mother Caroline asked. Mr. Autodelete sighed, muttering how silly a question it was considering what would happen. He told her all he needed was an electronic device with speakers attached, and he could inhabit the hardware with a power source strong enough to keep it going.

My sister spoke next, asking why he wished to kill us, but I answered for him instead. "He told us already before, he doesn't want to he simply has to." To which Mr. Autodelete confirmed, along with an apology. Quite angered, my father yelled how can he say 'sorry,' for something so horrible, to which Mr. Autodelete sighed once more.

"Would you rather I simply say, 'tough luck,' and not speak to you again, leaving you and your family in wonder to when the end should be coming?" Dad didn't take that too nicely, but my mother calmed him down. Kathleen and I apologized to him, hoping he didn't take offense, and that we just wished he could now elaborate on why he must do this, and so he began.

"My planet is so much like yours, with birds, animals, flowers and so on. So much alike, we even have the same people as you, with the same quirks and personality and lives. So much alike, it seems to break a law of physics; the same matter cannot occupy the same space. For example we have the sunflower just like yours. Upon some observance, we found out they have the same exact life rate as yours. Not so much that they have the same life span, but at the exact moment a sunflower in Wyoming died on your planet, the same happened on ours in the same place..."

"Wait, so you have a United States in your world, too?" butted in Kathleen's friend Tracy.
"My dear, we have a Europe, Africa, North America and South... everything you have we have... almost."
"Almost?" Spoke another cousin of mine, Ginny.
"Yes, for you see, some life on our planet has gone extinct while on your planet it has not. The animals you call dogs and cats bred differently so they have ceased to exist. However, I'm afraid the same cannot be said for humans. On our planet, there is another Ginny, who talks, speaks, looks and thinks just like you. She lives in the same state, has the same grades, and likes the same books as you."

Ginny looked quite frightened (reasonably so since he somehow knew her name) which is when Jamie, her older sister had butted in. "So let me get this straight... Because a law of physics has been betrayed, you believe you HAVE to eliminate all of that life form's species?"

Mr. Autodelete chuckled softly, not in humor but with even more pity. "I am afraid it goes beyond belief as more of a certainty. While our worlds are so very the same, there are small differences. The difference may continue to exist, which is why your dogs and cats are allowed to stay. One of our differences is we have a better grasp on technology than you. We have developed things so complex you wouldn't begin to understand what they were. Thanks to our development we have discovered an anomaly with the universe, and with some research, we found that the universe would cease to exist at a shorter period of time than it was originally given."

"How is that possible?" I asked. This just seemed impossible; how could anyone have the knowledge of knowing all this. Our polite villain simply replied it would not be something we would understand. He then excuse himself, for he had a schedule to keep, and that he would visit us one last time tomorrow to inform us of some pertinent details, perhaps take final questions, and then he would cease interrupting our final moments.

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