Dark Matter de Blake Crouch. Envolve Jason Dessen, um professor de física de Chicago, que é sequestrado por uma versão de si mesmo de uma realidade alternativa que quer dominar sua vida. Como o próprio protagonista descreve:
“A man of science, a physics professor, is living here in Chicago. He isn’t wildly successful like he always dreamed, but he’s happy, mostly content, and married”—I look at Daniela, thinking of how Ryan described it back at the gallery—“to the woman of his dreams. They have a son. They have a good life. One night, this guy goes to a bar to see an old friend, a college buddy who recently won a prestigious award. On the walk back, something happens. He never makes it home. He’s abducted. The events are murky, but when he finally regains his full presence of mind, he’s in a lab in South Chicago, and everything has changed. His house is different. He’s not a professor anymore. He’s no longer married to this woman."
A máquina é descrita como um corredor com portas que se repetem infinitamente.
It looks like a corridor, but I think it’s actually the box repeating itself across all possible realities that share the same point in space and time.
Ele viaja para uma realidade alternativa com extensos transportes públicos.
A quarter mile ahead, a series of elegant Y-shaped structures cut across the park at intervals of fifty meters.
Only as we draw near do I realize what they are.
We ride a lift up to the northbound platform and wait under the heated overhang, now forty feet above the greenway. A digital, interactive map emblazoned with Chicago Transit Authority identifies this route as the Red Line Express, linking South Chicago to Downtown.
Depois de voltar à sua própria realidade, o protagonista finalmente dirige para Wisconsin para evitar cópias alternativas de si mesmo.
We leave with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a bank envelope filled with cash from our emptied checking and savings accounts. Daniela puts the rental car on our credit card, but every transaction going forward will be cash-only to make us harder to track.
By midafternoon, we’re cruising through Wisconsin.