"Sorta. I mean, it gets real weird tryin' to figure it out, 'cause some of us, everythin' was the same until one specific time. Some of us always had somethin' different, like magic or demons or whatever, but a lot of big stuff matched up real close. Like Sam and Dean, their worlds had the same cultures and basic history as mine, but then the differences made huge changes in the timeline. Like, for Sam and Wanda and everyone else from their world, they had magic and superheroes and aliens and shit, like a comic book. And for them, all of that lead to the blink-y thing they talk about, where half the universe just disappeared." She almost wants to make a chalkboard to better illustrate where the timelines branch. "For them, that happened in the year 2018. Then they all came back to life a few years later. In my world, it was 2020 when Trips got out. 99% of people and animals died, or somethin' like that. But our folks ain't comin' back."
It's confusing and it's hard, and it makes her furious sometimes. That there's a universe where these things can just be undone. That they get reset buttons, and she never will. There's no justice. In their world, they got the satisfaction, they got to kill the bad guy, didn't they? And no vengeful God rained fire down on them for just trying to survive.
Fuck that old witch in Boulder.
"We didn't need money anymore. Money is just paper and metal. In my time, it usually wasn't even that, it was just numbers in a computer somewhere. We needed supplies, food and water and stuff. And in Vegas, we had everythin'. Vegas was one of the richest places in the world 'fore the superflu. Think of all the most expensive food and liquor and everythin' else you can dream of. Whatever it is, the nicest, best version. That's what Vegas was, all the time, and they had enough of it for millions of people at a time. People travelled the world to visit Vegas. In the end, all that stuff was just sittin' there, and there were only a few thousand of us. Only a few hundred of us had permission to take whatever we wanted whenever we wanted it, but everyone else got their stuff without money too. They just had jobs and didn't get to go pick it out themselves." She mimes pointing at multiple invisible items. "But me, I got to be a princess, basically. I'd just choose clothes and shoes and everythin' else I wanted, and I could have it. Stuff that, before, woulda cost thousands and thousands of dollars. I'd drink two thousand dollar champagne for breakfast. Oh, two thousand dollars there is like... mm, a hundred gold? Hundred fifty? Somethin' like that."
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It's confusing and it's hard, and it makes her furious sometimes. That there's a universe where these things can just be undone. That they get reset buttons, and she never will. There's no justice. In their world, they got the satisfaction, they got to kill the bad guy, didn't they? And no vengeful God rained fire down on them for just trying to survive.
Fuck that old witch in Boulder.
"We didn't need money anymore. Money is just paper and metal. In my time, it usually wasn't even that, it was just numbers in a computer somewhere. We needed supplies, food and water and stuff. And in Vegas, we had everythin'. Vegas was one of the richest places in the world 'fore the superflu. Think of all the most expensive food and liquor and everythin' else you can dream of. Whatever it is, the nicest, best version. That's what Vegas was, all the time, and they had enough of it for millions of people at a time. People travelled the world to visit Vegas. In the end, all that stuff was just sittin' there, and there were only a few thousand of us. Only a few hundred of us had permission to take whatever we wanted whenever we wanted it, but everyone else got their stuff without money too. They just had jobs and didn't get to go pick it out themselves." She mimes pointing at multiple invisible items. "But me, I got to be a princess, basically. I'd just choose clothes and shoes and everythin' else I wanted, and I could have it. Stuff that, before, woulda cost thousands and thousands of dollars. I'd drink two thousand dollar champagne for breakfast. Oh, two thousand dollars there is like... mm, a hundred gold? Hundred fifty? Somethin' like that."