A variation on The Twelve Days of Christmas, by Admiral Jota

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

...eleven saucers flying...

...ten holo-vid sets...

...nine parallel worlds...

...eight feline waveforms...

...seven killer robots...

...six clones for backup...

...five aether drives...

...four Dyson spheres...

...three worm holes...

...a twin paradox...

...and a trans-galactic fundamental-constant-warping universe-swallowing temporal anomaly.


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