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Chapter 80: Amelia’s ChoiceThis is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Following their success were debriefings, medical tests, and attempts to restore some sort of normalcy to a world permanently changed. Philip discovered he was nervous and unable to get the feeling that something was still wrong gone.

He sensed it as he stood at a calm moment on the balcony of their new safehouse: a flickering of something familiar but far away. Am Amelia. In any case, not the Amelia close by throughout this trial. This was distinct. “Amaya?” Whispering, he said, his mind reaching out. The answer was subdued, much as a whisper in the breeze. “philip… help me.” His heart started to race. Still out there, the real Amelia settled someplace in the multiverse network they thought they had destroyed. Philip sprang to find Dr. Chen without thinking twice.

The only person who could help him to make sense of this was their resident genius. Said Dr., “It’s possible.” Chen thought about how Philip had expressed his feelings. “When we turned off the multiversal engine, we distributed its energy over reality.

Parts of awareness could have been caught concurrently.” “How can we get her back??” Philip argued relentlessly. Dr. Chen had a gloomy look. “It won’t be straightforward.” We would have to find a consistent link to the multiversal network without running another intrusion risk. And shockingly, then, at that moment, eliminating a single consciousness… Philip persisted, “We have to try.” Over the next several days, they worked very hard. Doctor. Chen and his colleagues put together a gadget using rescued alien technology and their own ideas. It looked like an unusual mix between a medical scanner and a radio telescope.

The Amelia who had been with them since their homecoming drifted toward Philip as they made final plans. She met him with eyes full of both sympathy and knowledge. “Are you not going to try to bring her back?” she said gently. Philip gestured, inappropriate for her appearance. I need to. She is Amelia, the real her. Another Amelia reached for his hand. “Know. I want you to as well. But Philip, what does that indicate about me? Philip had been dodging the inquiries.

This Amelia was real as well, in her own unique way. She had not been the first; she had fought by him, experienced his feelings and memories. “I have the least foggiest idea,” he admitted. “We will work through it, though. I assured you.

She flattened his hand with a sad smile. “I hope Philip is successful. Get her back in her house. They gathered in the lab as evening fell. The device hummed to life, throwing a ghostly glow over the space. Philip laid back on a reclined chair and had electrodes put into his temples. Dr., < Chen counseled, "Remember," "this association is sensitive. She will require your assistance to reenter our planet from her awareness. Take cautious, though; the multiversal network is large and complex. One can get lost easily. Philip nodded with a firm jaw clamped. "I'm ready," says Philip felt a surge of energy sweep across him as Dr. Chen turned the switch. His intellect opened out over actual variables. The din of ideas and memories from many incarnations of himself and others was first too much. He focussed, linking for that identifiable presence he had already sensed. Thinking and calling out, "Amelia," he "What are you working on?" Out of nowhere Philip, a guy lost permanently, sensed Amelia's presence and began to guide her back to their existence. As they linked, they glimpsed Amelia's integration into the multiverse network-a shard of her scattered throughout worlds. Devastated and not sure whether she could go back, Amelia was Philip focused on guiding her, but as they approached the network he felt opposition. Emerging was Cambel, a fresh presence fighting for network domination. Philip insisted that Cambel release Amelia, but Cambel laughed so hard that distorted all the reality. Philip sensed quakes in the multiverse texture as they approached it and moved to flutter out of existance. Still, Amelia agreed to become the anchor and gatekeeper for the company. Their dilemma before them was agonizing: bring Amelia back, destruction countless genuine factors to annihilation, or preserve those real factors, either losing Amelia for eternity or else Philip knew that there was no easy cure since one cannot fit the multiverse network given its size and complexity. Amelia recognized what she had to do and was quite suited to offer that guiding awareness. She asked Philip to assist in anchoring the network and guiding Amelia to the central points. Philip grew aware of many existences, bits of consciousness from around the multiverse, drawn to Amelia's settling influence as they negotiated the multiversal space. When they arrived at the hub of the multiverse network, Amelia would take her last position. Though she loved him and promised to take care of every one of them, Philip resisted allowing her to go. Feeling Amelia vanish and integrate into the great cosmic tapestry of reality, Philip cut his link to the network in a final, sad attempt. Philip asked Dr. Chen assuming it worked in the lab pining and detaching the anodes. He cannot explain what had happened, Amelia's choice, or the sacrifice she had done. As the group gathered around Philip, their worried faces revealed a minute change in the air. A warmth, a presence not totally missing but rather rather present. "Amalia?" He spoke quietly. Moreover, he had very strong suspicions for one minute that he heard her voice on the breeze resonating across reality: "I'm here, Philip. I am over here. The other Amelia, who had accompanied them since their arrival, stepped forward. Her eyes were full of knowledge and a little bit of something different-reason, maybe. She said gently, "She didn't do that, did she?" "She became the guardian of the network". Still struggling to find words, Philip motioned. The other Amelia stretched out to hold him; her touch is comforting but different. "then we have work to do," she remarked. "We have to figure out a plan to get her back under control, stabilize the network, and accomplish so without compromising her." For the first time since Amelia left him, Philip harbored some hope. Glancing about at his companions and at the assurance in their eyes, he realized this was not the end. It signaled a fresh beginning. His voice rising louder, he continued, "You're right." "This is ongoing. We'll work it out. Whichever the length of time or the task involved, we will get Amelia home. Philip couldn't get rid of the impression Amelia was observing them from across the great multiverse as they decided what to do next. He silently promised in that very moment that he would investigate every possibility and reality until he discovered a means to be back with the lady he loved. Though another mission was merely beginning, mankind had won its struggle. For the sake of love, a mission that would lead them to the real boundaries of presence and then some. Watching over the many realities she was safeguarding somewhere in the middle of the multiverse network, Amelia smiled as she waited for the day when she and Philip would once more be together.