How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?
—Richard Siken, War of the Foxes
It was easy enough to guess how I'd gotten here—- Princess BookHorse had tossed the Alicorn Amulet out a wormhole into the Void, hoping to lose it forever... only to have it drift over and get slurped up by my universe... which for whatever reason happened to be close enough to her universe that stuff (like, oh, ideas for little girls' cartoon shows?) were getting swapped all the time.
The Amulet obviously had a built-in homing spell, complete with the quantum signature for Equestria. When I'd put the darn thing on, it had triggered the spell, opening a portal and flinging the Amulet back to Equestria—- with me still attached to it.
This knowledge did little to soothe my disgruntlement.
All of this was fairly simple, straightforward, and very very informative. But not much use to me, in practical terms. For one thing I didn't have the exact Key to my own universe, nor the method for extracting said key from my own personal body matter, so I couldn't get back home. And from what I understood, the Key in question could change, if you stayed in one universe or another long enough. Inanimate objects took a fairly long time to "forget" their old home address...but living things, seeing as they were constantly taking new matter in and expelling the old, lost it a lot faster. That old gag about how you replaced your whole body every 7 years? It's actually a lot faster than that for most of you. And the quantum foam re-Keys way faster than that.
The Amulet obviously had a built-in homing spell, complete with the quantum signature for Equestria. When I'd put the darn thing on, it had triggered the spell, opening a portal and flinging the Amulet back to Equestria—- with me still attached to it.
This knowledge did little to soothe my disgruntlement.
All of this was fairly simple, straightforward, and very very informative. But not much use to me, in practical terms. For one thing I didn't have the exact Key to my own universe, nor the method for extracting said key from my own personal body matter, so I couldn't get back home. And from what I understood, the Key in question could change, if you stayed in one universe or another long enough. Inanimate objects took a fairly long time to "forget" their old home address...but living things, seeing as they were constantly taking new matter in and expelling the old, lost it a lot faster. That old gag about how you replaced your whole body every 7 years? It's actually a lot faster than that for most of you. And the quantum foam re-Keys way faster than that.
— Ted, The Rise of Darth Vulcan
Scattered throughout the box were forgotten photos of himself as a young boy. He'd read once how each cell in the body replaces itself and dies as the years pass, how everyone is slowly reconstructed out of continuously changing pieces. It depressed him how foreign the pictures seemed to him now, how his ridiculous, ingrown cells had long ago stolen this happy dead kid's identity, and with his own life, made a complete mess of it.
