The year is 1990. A twelve-year-old girl, ARIANNE, and her FATHER are seated in a restaurant in Rockwell, Illinois (formerly Bloomington).
[Waitress enters with a tray of food]
WAITRESS: Here you go: a veggie burger deluxe for the young lady, a power salad for her dad, and two Original-Recipe Fanta Colas.
ARIANNE: Thank you.
WAITRESS: You’re welcome. Your bill is ten dollars even. Just pay at the register when your ready.
[Waitress leaves. They start eating]
ARIANNE: Dad, have you heard of the theory of the “multiverse?”
FATHER: Yes , it’s an endless succession of parallel universes in which every possible scenario is played out.
ARIANNE: Well, do you think that there could be a universe somewhere in which the Jews won World War II?
FATHER: (With a slight shudder): Yes.
ARIANNE: So that instead being a pollution-free National Socialist Aryan paradise with colonies on Mars, that America would be a multiracial cesspool on the skids to oblivion? Do you think that could be possible?
FATHER: Yes, that might be possible.
ARIANNE: Boy, that would really suck.
FATHER: More than either of us could possibly imagine.
SOURCE: The Multiverse: A One-Act Play