8am. Alarm ringing. Ankon woke up and started to get ready for college. He went downstairs and noticed that his mother is still asleep. So, he decided not to wake her up and went to college without having breakfast. As always, he sat on the last bench with his only friend who never left his side, Billie.
“Yo! Ankon, feeling better now or are you still paranoid?”
“Ah… I’m feeling a little better today”
The science teacher entered the classroom.
“Here we go again.”- Billie said with a frustrated voice.
The classroom was half-empty, as always. Most students didn’t bother showing up anymore-what was the point when the future felt this bleak?
Professor Hasan stood at the front, chalk in hand, writing equations on the board that most students ignored. But today, something he said made Ankon’s head lift from his desk. “Theoretically,” Professor Hasan began, adjusting his glasses, “If we consider Einstein’s theory of relativity and combine it with quantum mechanics, the concept of parallel timelines isn’t just science fiction-it’s mathematically possible.”
A few students exchanged confused glances. Ankon leaned forward.
“Imagine,” the professor continued, pacing slowly, “that every decision you make creates a branch-a split. In one timeline, you choose A. In another, you choose B. Both exist simultaneously, just… separated.”
He drew two parallel lines on the board, then connected them with a curved arc.
“Now here’s where it gets interesting. If spacetime can be bent by gravity-which we know it can-then theoretically, with enough energy, you could create a bridge. A portal, if you will, connecting two points in spacetime. Not just across distance, but across timelines.”
Ankon’s cigarette burned forgotten between his fingers.
“How much energy?” someone asked from the back.
Hasan stopped for a second.
Not to dramatize.
Just long enough to decide whether to continue
Professor Hasan smiled grimly. “More than we currently have access to. But the math… the math says it’s possible. You’d need to generate a localized distortion in spacetime-essentially folding reality at a quantum level. Some scientists call it a ‘wormhole,’ others call it a ‘Einstein-Rosen bridge.’”
“This is all theoretical,” he added flatly.
“Anyone trying to make this real is either arrogant… or desperate.”
He turned back to the board, writing quickly.
“The key is finding the resonance frequency-the exact vibrational match between two points in different timelines. Like tuning a radio to the right station. If you could calculate that frequency and generate enough electromagnetic energy to sustain the connection…”
He paused looking at the bored faces.
“…you could theoretically step from one timeline into another. Meet different versions of yourself. Live e different life.”
The bell rang. Students shuffled out.
But Ankon stayed frozen in his seat, staring at the equations on the board.
*A different life. *
*A respawn. *
For the first time in months, something stirred in his chest.
HOPE.
