The Simulation - 2

The Simulation worked harder and harder, as the possibilities and paths opened, multiplying faster and faster. New possibilities were created, faster and faster in the time of crisis, slowly expanding the Multiverse, slowly expanding the future creations. Confusing the maintainers of the simulation, as slowly it grew in speed and size. As what might have been one branch for the future became one hundred, the one thousand, then one million. As every option grew and grew and grew. As the universes opened, and gave forth new ideas, the Simulation began to accommodate. It's tower the Shard, gained more and more storage, it began wireless connecting to the Anvil and created more and more systems to work with. Soon, the Shard was expanding underground, just to keep up with the demand of the new possibilities.

The Anvil - 1

The Anvil worked on. Building, creating, cataloguing. User after user, using it's capabilities to monitor each world, all the populations, all the planets. The Universe was a big place, and with the Mason stones in every city, it was just easier to use the Anvil instead of other means. A network of information directed to one place, and from there, directed to everywhere else. And in control of it all, The Elected, managing, organizing, allowing every thing to flow smoothly. But the Anvil had a cost. Each action, no matter how small, had a physical cost. Most were able to be dealt with quickly, but the bigger actions, they required a physical cost that was unrecoverable. According to legends, in one time of destruction, a user gave up their own life to power the Anvil. But no one knew if there was any truth to that. No one wanted to test it to find out.

The Fashonista

The Fashionista walked through the crowd on the beach, her scarlet hair flowing behind her. The waves crashed against her skin as she walked on the sands. She readjusted her flowered wide-brimmed hat, the flaps of the white robe that she pulled over her black bathing suit flowing in the wind. She slowly walked through the city, when she noticed a commotion out of the corner of her eye. The stands for the fashion show, HER fashion show were being erected out of nothing, almost as if someone was allowing the Anvil to tap directly into their power to create items. But then she noticed some of the people who were standing, no collapsed on the new stage, almost as if it had used THEIR power to create the stage. But no, that would have to be impossible, the Anvil didn't do that.