Activator - Kj

"Dad?" Lena's voice was bright, untroubled. "Mom says dinner's ready. She made your favorite—lentil soup. And, uh, she wanted me to ask: why did you just appear in the hallway and then vanish? It was weird."

Aris went cold. His wife, Elara, was at home. Healthy. Happy. She had no business being near stairs at 11 p.m. Unless... unless reality had been bent too hard. Forcing a bullet to hit a head might have re-crunched the probabilities elsewhere. A butterfly flapping its wings in Beijing. A woman falling in Chicago. kj activator

The KJ glowed white-hot. The lab lights flickered. Reality groaned like a stressed tree in a hurricane. For one eternal second, Aris saw the multiverse: a billion Elaras, alive and laughing. A billion bullets, spinning wide. A billion Aris Thomes, who had never built the device at all. And, uh, she wanted me to ask: why