Wolfe walked out of a super modern meeting space into a matching hallway. He shook the hand of the man next to him and then turned to a man on the other side. He patted the man on the back.
"Well, gentlemen," Wolfe says to the group of twelve with him, "It's never easy, but I think we made the right choice."
There is a rabble of agreement.
"Alright," Wolfe smiled, "until next time."
Wolfe leaves the men talking in the hallway and walks down to a blank wall. He presses an unseen button and the familiar swinging doors open. He steps into a familiar elevator. He presses down and the elevator closes and moves.
When the door opens, it does so on a familiar gray hallway, lined with doors. His name is on the first door on the right. He opens it and steps inside.
As Wolfe closes the door behind him; the lights dimmed automatically and the glass came to life. He fell into the chair at the desk, scooted it up to the desk, and sighed loudly.
After a moment, he pressed the left dial to activate it. He typed into the keypad and the number came up on the screen above the left dial: B925AFC2B62C. Then, he deactivated it and activated the right dial. He quickly tapped '1' and then deactivated the dial.
The now-lit screen burst out in a blue-tinted picture. It takes a moment to stabilize, which always happened after a shift, but the picture quickly settles.
It was Jon, sitting on a stool at a kitchen island in a typical suburban kitchen. He was eating breakfast and talking with a woman his age and two teenagers: a boy and a girl.
Wolfe smiled and kicked his feet up on the desktop to watch.
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The Mandela Effect
Science FictionWhen his first trip home in decades leads Jon to find an impossible picture, he falls down the rabbit hole of the Mandela Effect. His investigation leads him to new friends and new enemies; and he learns of a secret world within our own where money...
