The Solarion Project: Alternate Universe !!better!! -

Aris felt tears he’d forgotten how to cry. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m you,” said Aris. “From a dying world. And I’ve been hurting yours.” the solarion project: alternate universe

“Don’t be,” said the other Aris. And then he did something extraordinary. He opened his own terminal and began typing equations Aris didn’t recognize. “What if we don’t steal from my sun—or yours? What if we share the load? Two dying stars, resonating at the same frequency… they might stabilize each other.” Aris felt tears he’d forgotten how to cry

The other Aris dropped his mug. “Who—?” And I’ve been hurting yours

On the thirty-first day, they activated the Harmonic Lens in tandem. Not as a siphon. As a bridge.

“We’re surviving,” Vex corrected. “One universe or the other. Choose yours.”

But Aris had already chosen. Not for science. Not for survival. For the look on that little girl’s face as she held up a crayon drawing of a sun with a smile.