[ WP ] Mysterious floating orbs come to Earth and one captures you . Inside the orb you are able to see into any possible future timeline of Earth .

High above the city, the air is filled with orange balls of light that drift lazily amongst the wispy clouds, carving intricate iridescent trails across the night sky. Occasionally one will break from its formation and swoop silently down to claim a fresh victim before rejoining the trail. 
 
 It has been three weeks since they have appeared and started abducting people. Nobody is any closer to figuring out what they are we or why they are snatching humans in a seemingly random pattern. 
 
 These are just some of questions you are frantically coming to terms with yourself as you are swallowed whole by one while walking your dog, and the ground below you rushes away as your prison soars high above the Earth to join the others. 
 
 You bash your hands on what you assume to be the glowing walls of the orb only to have your hands pushed back by some immaterial force, like punching a trampoline. 
 
 You're not sure how long you keep raining blows upon it. Hours? Days? In your heart you know it's useless, but the primal fear of being trapped in a cage with no chance of escape drives you to continue to the point of exhaustion. 
 
 Eventually, you curl up in a ball and begin to sob. You just want to go home to your flat and your dog and your job and your friends and your family... 
 
 You raise your head and look through the orb at the world below. *I wish my Dad was still here, he'd know what to do. * 
 
 The orb shines a brilliant orange light that abruptly cuts short your train of thought as you feel yourself falling, falling... 
 
 You're standing in your parent's garage. A man lies under the old Mustang jacked up in the room, whistling as he fiddles with the undercarriage. 
 
 You enter the garage from the side door. But surely it ca n't be you if you're watching this unfold? 
 
 The other you calls out. `` Hey, Dad, have you seen my car keys?'' 
 
 The man rolls out from under the Mustang covered in grease, and your eyes widen in shock. It's Dad - but how can it be? He died twelve years ago! 
 
 `` They're on the bench, kid'' Dad says as he wipes the sweat from his brow. The not you smiles and rushes over to give Dad a hug. 
 
 `` Thanks Dad. I do n't know what I'd do without you.'' 
 
 As you watch this exchange unfold, you feel something inside you. You ca n't put your finger on what it is, but it fills you with a warmth and confidence that you have never felt before. You feel like you could reach out and take this moment, take this world. You could live this life. 
 
 *Yes, * You whisper quietly. *This is what I want. * 
 
 You scream in animalistic pain and terror as you are snapped back into the present, and your material form is torn apart by forces you can not even begin to comprehend. Slowly your consciousness begins to fill the orb, and you are suddenly aware of another soul occupying your space, unlike anything remotely human. As it slowly disintegrates into nothingness and you rush to fill the void left behind, you hear the alien consciousness sigh in relief. `` Free... At... Last...'' 
 
 To observers on the ground below, it will seem like an orb suddenly blinked out of existence. To you, however, your immaterial form experiences a massive shift in the fabric of reality as it actually shifts between your old universe to a new one. In this new place you are free to travel and observe anything in the blink of an eye, even the innermost processes of other conscious beings themselves. 
 
 But this power comes at a great cost. You find you are unable to interact with anything else on the material plane, and watch in horror over years as the not-you lives your life without you ever truly experiencing a single moment of it. 
 
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 *In human terms, it has been millennia since you first came to this place. You have watched yourself and everyone you have ever loved wither away and die, you have watched entire civilizations rise and fall. The life you led before this place, so rich in experience, is nothing more than a distant memory. * 
 
 *You no longer want to be an observer. * 
 
 *You drift slowly across the stars without purpose or direction. You wish for death - true death - but no matter how many times you attempt to destroy your ethereal form in a star, or a black hole, or a planetary core, you find yourself unable to attain it. * 
 
 *There are others like you. You can feel them, each a gentle ripple in the fabric of space-time. They too, are lost. * 
 
 *You find yourself drifting with a large group of them across the cosmos with no particular direction or meaning left in their existence. For how long, you can not be sure. Time seems increasingly inconsequential in this state. * 
 
 *Eventually, you begin to feel the pull of something distant. You and your kind follow the sensation until you arrive at a planet teeming with advanced life. The consciousness of this race is almost powerful enough to pierce through the fabric of reality, and for the first time in eons you feel you have found the the key to your salvation. * 
 
 *You and your kind manifest yourselves into the closest thing to a physical form you can manage - an amber ball of light - and you swoop down towards the consciousness with the most energy. It is time to pass on this terrible curse to something more willing. *
