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Ark of Worlds Continuity Update Reality: Earth Prime Christine Zimmerman Code name: Change (formerly Simul-8) Affiliation:  Currently Unaffiliated (formerly "Next Gen" circa 2002-2006) Known associates Arthur [last name unknown] "Artie" (Code name "Null") Adrian David Hooper (code name "Extent") History Christine Zimmerman is a Grue human/hybrid. Her father, a wealthy entrepreneur and inventor had recovered a damaged Lor Republic Resquencer. After his talents led to it’s reconstruction he discovered to his horror that the family obstetrician was in fact a Grue experimentalist and that his unborn daughter was a Grue/Human hybrid – something the Grue Unity had craved for centuries. With the help of the Supreme 6, Dr Zimmerman was able to convince for the Grue that their experiments had failed. The Grue experimentalist returned to the Grue Unity, exposed and disgraced and was duly “unmade” by the Grue Intelligence. A number o...

In the Warpwold of the Terminus, beyond time and reality lies the Ark of Worlds. Currently the Ark is not a peaceful place. The alarms chimed incessantly throughout the Ark. Inside the cavernous structure was a veritable hive of activity. Nothing the toiling hands and minds did seemed to make the alarms abate. If anything the loud exchanges of the person present simply added to the din. Within the main observatory one woman, thin, scholarly, deceptively young was apparently arguing, debating and conversing with herself. Each retort contained a fractionally differnt inflection hinting that despite there was one body, there was more than one person at work. “Unexpected reality turbulence!” “We have a newly emerged Microverse. Rapid ascent from the Terminus.” “It’s on trajectory to collide with Earth Prime.” “Probable impact?” “Almost certain.” “Jane is there.” “Pull her out. Pull her out now!” “Someone shut that damn alarm off.” "I'm on both!" The ca...

We exist beyond time. Beyond space. Even beyond reality. Our founders came to the Terminus and found this place abandoned. We do not know who built it or for what purpose. Our founders made it what it is today: an archive of what was but now never was. The three founders. A genius in any and all realities. She is able to quantum compute her own brain; able to harness the processing power of her other selves. Her brother, one of the most powerful reality manipulators since the time of Unas. Constantly bombarded by possibilities only he can see, his mind struggled to focus upon any given reality. The final founder is an anomaly. Something that should not exist but does, replicating as an impossible fractal across worlds. Most her kind perished long ago; only two others remain and they have not witnessed a new of their type since time immemorial. Is she the last of these beings or the first of them reborn? All three of the Founders tap the very fabric of the Omniv...

Now... Another bullet whizzed past her head. Jean ducked on reflex. Most bullets couldn't harm her but she didn't want to ignore one of the few that could and she never knew which was which. The staccato beat of shoes was closing in. She just had to make it a few more blocks to a clear jump point. She turned the corner and as luck would have it faced a blind alley. They expletive that followed the discovery was not lady like. She spun back to quickly assess her opportunities. This time she was greeted with several bullets. Jean withdrew behind the corner. Masonary flew. "So much for stealth" she angily muttered. "Why does this always happen to me when I am trying to be quiet?" The surrounding three walls remained silent. The guns however continued their barrage and got steadily closer. "Fine." Jean smoothed back her long red hair. "Fine! I didn't want to do this. Damn you Eric." ... Earlier... "Dr Doe!" the...