Of Time Lords and Men

I stood on the One Dimensional line separating this dimension and the next. It has been 14.75 billion years and I have yet to decide which reality to exist in.
As I stroll down Continua, I fell a tugging in my gut. Something is wrong. I phase my photon sphere into the left dimension I can choose. The event is isolated. On an extremely insignificant planet. In the galactic handbook of 14,752,673,5491 they call it Earth. Or terra. Either one.
But there was a disturbance in the crumpled up Quanta Demis on the planet. A sighn of inter-physc-dimensional phasing. So,etching from a universe with different laws of physics has just traded universes.
But while I was thinking this, I felt something else happen. I phased to my other dimension of choice.
On the same planet the the Quanta Demis had been disturbed. I read the residue. This place had been experiencing disruptions for a while. There were so many different QD's. The most recent one matched that of the one in the other dimension.
A section of space itself was trading dimensions. Multiple ones. It traded once every rotation for Earth. Once every day. But in two points. One in a place called New York. And another in a place called California.

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