imagine if you teleported to a big multiversal hub of every version of you from every parallel universe and like 99.99% were just minor variations of some weird beetle alien and it turned out being a human made you one of the zany gimmick versions
this kind of multiverse situation is utterly fascinating to me
because it never seems to address what exactly defines “me” (or whichever character this is)
the never-explored but enormous implication
that an alternate universe can contain a creature that is 100% different from me in both genetics and lived experience… born under entirely different circumstances, from entities who were not, in any possible way, recognizable as my parents (and so on for many generations back)
and yet, some natural law of the multiverse, somehow, acts as absolute authority to confirm, “yes, this creature is A Version Of You.”
by what metric? the ineffable word of some multi-universal God, inherently beyond my comprehension?
why should I trust it? am I simply forced to, because it’s the most powerful entity expressing an opinion on this?
can I not define my own identity for myself? can these other supposed equivalents of me not also self-identify as they wish? why do we simply accept it without question?
is it an allegory for, like… everything in this world
probably