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[b]“Spell..?”[/b]

<You hid your [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: whereabouts, location] from us. We only had limited use of equipment on board. Now it’s interfering with our analysis. What spell did you use on yourself?>

[b]“Magic.”[/b] He spat in contempt. [b]“I don’t ‘Do’ magic.”[/b]

<Not according to what we’re seeing here.> The creature replied. <What exactly did you do? We’re picking up cross-dimensional residue.>

[b]“I may have dabbled in some interdimensional travel...”[/b] Isaac gave a wry smile, enjoying having something over the smug aliens.

<On your [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: right hand side]. How?>

Isaac looked down and to his right, there was a jar of some kind of blue liquid. He cocked his head to the side and gave a look of disgust.

<How?>

Seeing that the alien wasn’t going to let up he knelt down to the jar and suspiciously eased his hand in. The blue liquid was malleable and was easier to manipulate artistically than simple drawing, it was as if the liquid could connect directly with his mind and take form of whatever he envisioned. Isaac moved his hand, sweeping his fingers over his sculpture until it took perfect shape. The form of the teleport device he was given that enabled him to move to the last world.

The two creatures looked on and gave an unintelligible groan and click. Apparently a sound of recognition.

<This device... did it have a [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: dial, toggle] on it?>

[b]“No.”[/b]

The same groan and click combination.

<A tetherporter.> the one creature said to the other.

<What exactly happened?>

And so Isaac told the whole story, starting from when he first met a godlike little girl who gave him that device, the message that was inscribed upon it molecularly and his trip between two worlds, the way he struggled and fought with his alternate self and threw him out of his world and back into his own...

<You what???>

[b]“I opened the portal back to my world and kicked him through.”[/b]

<You broke the device.> The one said to the other. <He’s an [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce]. He broke a tetherporter.>

[b]“Me? I didn’t break it! I don’t even have it! I—“[/b]

<You gave it to your other self and kicked him through another dimension. It’s broken. [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce].>

[b]“Well, how has that made me somehow magic?”[/b]

<It hasn’t. [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce].>

[b]“I’m starting to get sick of you calling me that...”[/b]

<You realise a tetherporter is basically by definition a [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce]-proof device. It’s a simplified device designed to connect two specific preset dimensions together. Somehow you managed to out-[Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce] an [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce]-proof device.>

Isaac scowled.

<And the worst thing is you’re too [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: stupid, idiotic] to even realize what you’ve done.>

The creature kicked the machine and started to explain its frustration.

<The multiverse is for all intensive purposes, infinite. It grows exponentially every second. As every second passes alternate possibilities are experienced on a separate universe. Essentially infinite possibilities, infinite universes forming a greater multiversal tapestry. These tetherporters are what we use for beginner [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: officers] since they’re essentially [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce]-proof and with less moving parts since they’re preset, there is less that can go wrong.>

[b]“So?”[/b] Isaac said defensively, getting sick of the condescension. [b]“What’s that got to do with what you’re doing?”[/b]

<‘What I’m doing’ was attempting to analyse your greater destiny with a mana-physical providence-scanner, so that we could gauge how big a threat you are.>

The creature continued.

<Only we can’t because you’re an [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce]! Every being has a greater line of destiny in its universe. Generally speaking, interdimensional travel puts a hold on that destiny, where it will still be in effect upon the being’s return.>

[b]“So... my destiny’s been put on hold.”[/b]

<No, you [Searching for equivalent...] [Approximation: idiot, imbecile, dunce]. Do you have any understanding about the nature of infinity? The likelihood of you ever returning to your home-world where your destiny will once again take effect is infinitesimal. It’s essentially the difference between 99.99 recurring and 100. It’s mathematically insignificant. It’s, for all intents and purposes, impossible!>

[b]“So, you can’t see my destiny, because it’s ‘on hold’?”[/b]

<We can’t see your destiny, because due to the nature of infinity, somehow in spite of the fundamental laws of magic YOU no longer have a destiny! Our damn equipment won’t work... so we can’t gauge your threat level!>

The creature went to a control panel and hit a button. The jar next to Isaac went through the floor and heavy glass or plastic security panels dropped from the ceiling and encased the dark figure.

<So if we can’t properly gauge your threat level, we can’t risk letting you go free. We may not be able to see it on the screen, but your destiny ends here...>