Who am I? I'm nobody

I guess I should start with some basic details about me, and how I ended up in the Displacement Project (that's what the experiment is called in my reality, I'll have to do a whole separate post on that). I can't tell you my real name because there is a version of me indigenous to this universe, and it would be unfair to drag myself into this, if you see what I mean.

In case you are wondering, yes, I have seen myself from a distance. It was one of the first things I did when I got here. He looks like me, sounds like me, but his life is completely different. He - as far as I can tell - is a happily married man with children, whereas I've always been a loner.

At the time of writing this I'm 55 years old. The other recruits are all roughly the same age, from what I was told it was felt that younger people would not cope well with the transition of being alone in a different reality, whereas someone older who had experienced life to a certain degree would be able to adapt better (though that proved not to be the case for everyone). Being someone with very few ties made me well suited to disappear, nobody would miss me.

I should point out that I'm not a soldier, I'm not a scientist, I didn't invent the technology that sent me here. I actually answered an advert for a clinical trial, where a pharmaceutical company pays you for taking drugs to see what happens. The trial was a cover for the project, and after I had been prodded, poked, evaluated, reevaluated, poked and prodded some more and then reevaluated again I was offered the opportunity to join the project. I had nothing in my reality worth hanging around for so I figured what the hell.

I arrived in the summer of 2023 and only found out it was a one way trip once I got here. It's not just me, the other recruits are in the same boat. I have contact with my reality, and they can send things to me but nothing can go back. I also have contact with the other recruits in their realities, though not all of them are still viable. DISPLACE-2 was sent to a reality that had a rampant virus and died after a few weeks, DISPLACE-9 committed suicide as he struggled to adapt to the isolation, and DISPLACE-11 and DISPLACE-12 both went offline shortly after arriving at their respective destinations. At this point nobody knows what happened to them.

So here I am, living among you, exploring the differences between my world and yours. It's hard to see precisely where the point of divergence is, but finding out is why I'm here.

 

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