text: I awoke to find myself in a cavern deeper than the sleep under which I had been. A strange glowing moss dusted the door of my cryogenic chamber; this I swept aside and felt a sharp pain in my arm. I stopped and realized my muscles were dangerously weak. For a day I rested in my chamber, eating the silver packet of biscuits stored neatly in the side. I found my NotePod in my pocket, almost out of battery. Hesitating, I lifted it to my ear and turned it on. Music flooded the abyss. It was Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No.2. I put the biscuits down. What was waiting above? I began my ascent, holding my NotePod in my hand. A light beamed from it. The whole cave was lit by this dim phosphorescent moss. Stalactites of quartz and limestone glittered above me from misshapen curves of pearly stone, like unicorns waiting to be born. I walked under an archway of milky green glass that looked like chrysoprase, getting its green color from traces of nickel in the material. Just before the meteor storm I’d been to a museum of geology. The NotePod flickered. The music began to crackle. I didn’t have that much time. I pushed aside some of the moss and found myself at a steep hill. This I climbed, and began to see a bright light. It grew stronger upon my path, which consisted of metallic black rubble, and finally, long after the NotePod had gone silent, I emerged in the above world. The world had become a glittering, staggering mess of geometry. Cubical formations burst out of the ground like bismuth skyscrapers or mutated computer chips. I climbed one of these and found far beyond me a desert of sand. Beyond that, something that was unmistakably a city stood guarded by a wall that extended on both sides until it disappeared behind further glittering skyscrapers of blackened rock. I began to venture into the desert. The cold moon shone above me. I had underestimated how windy it would be; this delayed my trip by two days. In the morning it was impossible to go on in the burning heat, so I hid under a massive rock and waited. On the second night, I found something strange that moved across the sand; hungry, I broke it upon a rock and ate it. I came across many more of the strange insectile creatures as I approached the city, and suffering no ill effects from my first meal I ate a few more. On the third night, I came to the city and knocked on its walls. They were capable of translating my speech, and I became something of a novelty in that city of a thousand worlds. It was in my fifth month there that I came to visit the Museum of Geology. In it I found chemical combinations from across the universes. Next to a piece of petrified wood, I read, “*Homo sapiens scorpionem*, mutation result of the Meteor Shower 2020 AD”. Fossilized in the wood was the creature I had eaten in the desert.