Instead of enjoying simple joys: wine, women, detailed conversations with smart people, I am forced to jump on other people's branches of the multiverse. People who are far from the problem simply cannot imagine the horror you experience when you dissolve in someone else’s personality, and then, upon returning, try to restore your self-identity. You come back and spend a long time convincing yourself that you are alive, flesh and blood, and not someone’s random fantasy. And the world around is real. And the people around are real, not drawn Multi-Mouses. The most offensive thing is that all this is of no use without a wand. Well, we brought into our Universe the energy cores of other branches of the multiverse. Well, they slowed down the spreading of the blur of chaos for a while. But only when it explodes and at least one branch collapses, a chain reaction of merging will begin, and no one will find it enough. And, according to my estimates, there are only a couple of months left to wait for this great Bah-Bah.