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He shrugged. ‘ en I will die. And it means I would have died anyway. In

the life I lived before. I kind of like being a slider. I like imperfection. I like
keeping death as an option. I like never having to settle.’
‘I think my situation is different. I think my death is more imminent. If I
don’t find a life to live in pretty soon, I think I’ll be gone for good.’

She explained the problem she’d had last time, with transferring back.
‘Oh. Yeah, well, that might be bad. But it might not be. You do realise
there are infinite possibilities here? I mean, the multiverse isn’t about just
some universes. It’s not about a handful of universes. It’s not even about a lot

of universes. It’s not about a million or a billion or a trillion universes. It’s
about an infinite number of universes. Even with you in them. You could be
you in any version of the world, however unlikely that world would be. You
are only limited by your imagination. You can be ver y creative with the

regrets you want to undo. I once undid a regret about not doing somet hing
I’d contemplated as a teenager – doing aerospace engineering and becoming
an astronaut – and so in one life I became an astronaut. I haven’t been to
space. But I became someone who had been there, for a little while. e

thing you have to remember is that this is an opportunity and it is rare and
we can undo any mistake we made, live any life we want. Any life. Dream big
. . . You can be anything you want to be. Because in one life, you are.’
She sipped her coffee. ‘I understand.’

‘But you will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life,’ he said,
wisely.
‘You’re quoting Camus.’
‘You got me.’

He was staring at her. Nora no longer minded his intensity, but was
becoming a little concerned about her own. ‘I was a Philosophy student,’ she
said, as blandly as she could manage, avoiding his eyes.
He was close to her now. ere was somet hing equally annoying and

attractive about Hugo. He exuded an arrogant amorality that made his face
something to either slap or kiss, dep ending on the circumstances.
‘In one life we have known each other for years and are married . . .’ he
said.

‘In most lives I don’t know you at all,’ she countered, now staring straight
at him.
‘ at’s so sad.’