Diana Bertinelli was bored. It had been six subjective months since the Chronivac managers had pulled her off the field work she loved and given her a "promotion" to a desk job at Corporate HQ. Mostly serving as a transmission belt between complainants and fieldwork teams confiscating misused Chronivacs (although it turned out the definition of "misused" varied widely between the various universes in which the Chronivac Company operated) or fixing malfunctioning ones. Even her sex life was suffering. Most of the people she worked with here were focused on their careers.
Hello, what's this? A mother and daughter from a non-operative universe, the mother a classic MILF and the daughter a hot girl in her mid-twenties? Suddenly the day looked a little brighter.
Savannah introduced herself and began to explain the problem. Diana knew about Lesbian Land, a universe in which the company had given users a powerful Chronivac and a wide latitude in its use. But this was the first she had heard about interdimensional leakage, generally something the Company was concerned to contain.
After the initial offer--provide Savannah with a Chronivac to create an antivirus and get the company a toehold in her universe--had been firmly turned down, as Diana expected, the two, with Nancy taking notes, began discussing ways to deal with the problem. Coming up with an antivirus would not be difficult, but spreading it without a Chronivac would be an issue. Diana suggested that Savannah and Nancy allow themselves to be infected with a highly transmissible version of the antivirus--the antivirus would have no effect on people not already infected with the immortality virus--and simply let it spread on their return to their home universe.
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"I think I can banish this thing back to its home dimension, which for lack of a better term we will call Hell" said Aziza.
Tom was thinking about his father's sister, who had died before Tom was born. She had been fifteen years old.