When scientists discovered that the section of our brain previously thought to house our imagination was, in fact, a receiver of far-off memories, it was only a matter of time before the implications were realized. Every dirty thought, every wet dream you’ve ever had has become real, and is happening. As soon as that was realized, the largest rush of development on our earth began: the rush to travel between them, in spirit as well as in body. And when that was perfected the earth slowly, but surely, began to empty. The diplomats were the last to leave, too busy trying to develop communications between the multiverse and the people to discover that the people, for the most part, had left. But then, even the diplomats left. The last holdouts died. And slowly, but surely, a memory of an untouched wilderness was created on earth.
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