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Earth C

The world known to outsides as Earth C and to its own people simply as Earth was unusual, if not unique, among regions. It was a largely self-contained section of the multiverse. It was not a continent on an enormous Earth, an elastic Earth, or an evershifting fluid Earth. It certainly wasn't one of the interminable worlds filled with competing imperial land claims for which the rest of the multiverse didn't exist. The rest of the multiverse existed for Earth C, but contact was but a trickle. Individuals from various non-human or post-human species or individuals with advanced technology, found that powers and abilities which were routine in most of the multiverse were nearly unheard of on Earth C. Correspondingly, the tiny trickle from the rest of the multiverse created a small population of a few hundred (of whom the Champion was the most notable) on Earth C who were individually powerful enough to matter on a global scale, heroes and villains of extraordinary power whose positioned seemed similar to the fantasy characters of other parts of the multi-verse.

Today, however, was very different. Today the inhabitants of Earth C woke up and washed themselves and started out for work as they did everyday....only to see a world in the sky, another Earth where the moon should be. The tides were unaffected as were the people. While everyone could see another world, their own was not reacting as the laws of physics dictated it should to another nearby planetary body.

Gardiner City, Laneria

Within a few hours, another world had appeared in the sky and another. One world was hundreds of times the size of Earth. Another seemed to constantly change size. The size and shape of another seemed to consciously change. Another seemed an exact replica of Earth C. Scientists reported that none of these worlds had any physical effect on Earth C or on one another. Signals picked up from them covered ordinary affairs and showed absolutely no awareness of the situation. Messages sent from Earth C went unresponded to. Many began to speculate that the whole thing was an illusion.

At the Hipolitan Consulate in Gardiner City, a large crowd had gathered, demanding that the Champion, who had not been seen since the recent Dalek attack, return to save them. The crowd was unruly, pushing and shoving to get near the locked gates of the consulate.

The crowd eventually started throwing rocks and attacking one another. Near its edge, Cami Demirkol pulled a small bomb from his jacket pocket. For years, these Lanerians had supported Turkey in its brutal oppression of the Kurdish people. And now they were self-righteously calling out to a so-called hero, now when there was a real chance to find a better world somewhere. Demirkol smiled faintly as he moved towards the crowd, starting to set the bomb.

Demirkol blinked at the rope that wound around his ankles, almost from nowhere. The bomb fell from his hand as he was dragged backwards into an alleyway. When he managed to look up, a man dressed in a black t-shirt bulging with the Kevlar beneath it, matching sweats, and a ski mask looked down on him. "You were about to kill dozens of innocent people. You'd better have a damned good explanation."

Goodman City, Laneria

Dr. Thomas Margesson walked quietly through the back alleys of Goodman City. It was a dangerous place to be but he thought it was worth it. He was a philanthropist of sorts. He sought out the people who most needed help but who were least likely to seek it. He helped them find clinics or counselling or jobs. He wasn't a saint, just a man trying to help out in a city poisoned by wide-spread poverty and to...make up for some past mistakes.

"You killed me, doctor." Margesson turned. He recognized the voice, of course. He'd never forget it. It was Martha Martin, a patient who had died in a failed surgery he performed. He had tried his best but he couldn't help blaming himself. Martha's family had blamed him as well, although they'd lost their malpractice suit. But Martha had died. So why was he hearing her voice?

The being he saw looked loosely like Martha, but green and ghostly and transluscent. Margesson was a man of science. He only believed in the life on this Earth. It had to be some trick, some illussion. He looked from the ghostly form to the many worlds in the sky. There had to be some connection. He forced himself to ignore the being, which was not, could not be, the real Martha, and walked towards the nearest busy street. He had goosebumps.

Goodman City, Laneria

Dr. Thomas Margesson walked quietly through the back alleys of Goodman City. It was a dangerous place to be but he thought it was worth it. He was a philanthropist of sorts. He sought out the people who most needed help but who were least likely to seek it. He helped them find clinics or counselling or jobs. He wasn't a saint, just a man trying to help out in a city poisoned by wide-spread poverty and to...make up for some past mistakes.

"You killed me, doctor." Margesson turned. He recognized the voice, of course. He'd never forget it. It was Martha Martin, a patient who had died in a failed surgery he performed. He had tried his best but he couldn't help blaming himself. Martha's family had blamed him as well, although they'd lost their malpractice suit. But Martha had died. So why was he hearing her voice?

The being he saw looked loosely like Martha, but green and ghostly and transluscent. Margesson was a man of science. He only believed in the life on this Earth. It had to be some trick, some illussion. He looked from the ghostly form to the many worlds in the sky. There had to be some connection. He forced himself to ignore the being, which was not, could not be, the real Martha, and walked towards the nearest busy street. He had goosebumps.