The others turn and look at their latest vistor, cursory thermo-optic
scans from Probe prove that these visitors are real flesh and blood...and
not some of the fabled creatures rumored to roam this creepy city.
"They're clean!" Probe calls.
The groups look at the latest arrival in an almost blaise fashion. Considering
what's been happening so far today, this is getting to be monotonous!
The sixth sense that Synizn had cultivated under his brother dragons
from the East tells him that these people mean him and his charges no harm.
"We seem to have a young couple with.....similar problems," the mountain
man....who ALSO calls himself Synizn....says as he waves at another couple
of demi-foxes who come forward. "I was about to begin a process of curing
them when.....this Minestus dragged us here if I overheard your conversations
correctly.
"We also have one other problem," Frederigo the demi-fox says. "There
seems to be a question of who.....Duke Dredrick D'Honaire's real son is!"
He then tells in vivid detail the ackward....stumbling advice his father
had given him about "Bees and Birds" when Fred had asked him about "Where
do babies come from?" It had been the most ackward subject the Duke had
ever tackled, and one of the most fond in retrospect. He had left Fred
with more questions than answers, really. A frank discussion from Fred's
mother had cleared up the details, and enlightened Fred.
Drederick looks at the Fred he came with, and then at the other.
"How?" begins the Duke....and suddenly looks at the Synizns. The human
looking on explains.
"I don't know," the werebear sighs. "I examined him and the other...and
their matixes are so similar....denoting such similar lives....I can't
tell who belongs to you when I compare it to your matrix."
"What he means is," Probe pipes in at the confused look on the father's
face. "Is that up to a point, there was this one universe with your Fred.
Then, a choice was made....or not....or something turned out differently.
Then there were two universes. One with a Fred in each that has the memory
of the same events....up to that one point of divergence.....like a stream
splitting in two. As time goes on the universes will grow more and more
different, but....since these Freds got sucked here at such an early state....our
wizards can't tell your boys apart!"
"But....what am I going to do about that?" sputters the father. He had
understood the one called Probe, but.....
"Raise them and love them like they were your own." Probe sighs. "In
similar cases I've seen from where I'm from....it's nearly impossible to
pinpoint a loose analog's origin universe....Don't ask....just go with
it. I'm not a quantum Mechanic!" With those odd words, the man goes over
to the "manimals" (the beastmen).
All further matters are put on hold when an asked question brings about
some rather drastic...and final results!
-
 "Why are you wearing that
kind of getup?" an Astra asks the vixen known as Alicia. All turn in surprise
when it is the dragon who answers.....
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