The machine hums. Not with the predictable drone of electricity, but with a resonant frequency that tickles the back of your mind. We did it. We punched a hole through the quantum foam and found… something else on the other side. It’s not another dimension, not a parallel universe. It’s an existential plane of pure, dis-corporated information. The beings there, if you can call them that, don’t speak in words but in raw data-streams of pure emotion. We’re charting it, of course. For science. And profit. Mostly profit.
Breaching the Quantum-Phantasmic Barrier
