I have started to dream of other variations of my life, each different. Some lives appear to only have small differences such as one parent still alive and different number of siblings. In some I have the same husband, but living in different places and having a different numbers of children, and in all of them I seem to of a different age. Other variations have marked differences, for example; with people that are strangers in this life are family member in some of the other lives.
I am not sure how many different lives, in different Timelines and Dimensions we have; it could be 100 or 10 thousand. Up till now I have counted 47 different lives in my dreams. But, in all of them I still feel like me. I do not understand the why of this, but it occurs to me that the I, I am, may be only a small section of the real me. That I have been split into many parts, each part living out a different variation of the same existence, to learn and experience as much as possible at the same time, lives running concurrently. This is a faster way of learning that if each life had to run in sequence. Of course, I am not sure which of my lives is the base one or are they all real. Do the others dream of me and think they are the real me?

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Tisheena slowly became aware where she was as the Compu-Tech lifted the Com-Helmet of her head and handed her a vial of revival liquid, as the soft glowing green light coming through the walls. Of course, Compu-class, cubicle 510, Emotional Training course 7269.5, Finals. She wondered how she did. It was the most difficult course she had ever been through and the most emotional draining. It was a course she did not want to go through more than once. But, it was on the required list for anyone going into the Explorer Service and especially for Exo-Alien Officers, specially trained people, experts in first-meetings with Alien Species, and that was she wanted to be.
Well, if she past all her courses with and overall average of a B, Mother will take her on a tour of the Horse Head Nebula during rest period before the next Semester starts. What a wonderful holiday that would be and she could practice taking Astro-photograpfic pictures for the Astronomy course next Semester.
"Are you all right Miss Tesheena?" The Compu-Tech asked. "O yes, and Thank You Techno Qulla, she answered and left.

Qulla returned to the Central Control after the last student left. His partner had already removed some of the course Programs and was checking the 21.5 Base Sequence with a worried frown on her face. "What is the matter Trish, did you find anything wrong with the program?"
Trish answered while shaking a head from side to side, "I cannot find anything wrong that I can put my finger in, but I swear, if I did not know better; this Program is acting as it is becoming sentient. It can't be, can it?"