Irving stumbled as he walked out of the chamber. It wasn’t the first time he had been a woman, but it had been a while. He wasn’t sure if most of his selves in parallel universes were also male or if it was just that mostly males ones were the ones that had bothered to build chambers of their own.
The chamber was designed on a principal of chaos theory and infinite possibility. Once he built it, there had to be a chance some version of him in another dimension also had built it. And in some dimensions, one of those versions of him would step in at the exact same time. Then their consciousness would swap, and he’d be in the body of that version of himself in the other dimension.
Being a different gender was common, as was a different race, a different age, or even a different evolutionary ancestor in the animal kingdom. Each time the chamber needed to recharge, which was different in each dimension. According to the readout, it seems he’d be in this version of himself for at least three days.
Was there ever a chance to return to his own universe? Perhaps, but it was a long shot. In the meantime, he’d enjoy being all the different versions of himself.
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