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Neo Static: What May Be, What Might Be, What It Is IV

Max could see it all and everything, his mind alert to all possible realities and situations that unfolded in the now. Even though it seemed like eternity it was only mere seconds in his mind. Relaying images from various possibilities and situations that were related to what was happening in this particular thread he was in.

He took in a deep breath and let it out as gently as a summer breeze; he could hear the klaxon going off and he could sense the imminent threat that was going on around him in this tiny fabric.

"Just let it go," a voice told him. "This teeny tiny micro-thin slice of a world is of no significance what so ever upon the billions and billions of others that are going on."

That voice, Max thought. I've heard it before.

"Max, my old friend," the voice continued. "Just let this one fade with the other lines, it will make no difference if this is lost amongst the timelines."

Oh fuck no, Max thought.