Worlds, endless and strange. Strung together like Docker containers. Realities stacked in orderly chaos, yet easily breached. One moment, I stood in a realm I almost understood. The next — was ripped away, flung into another — jarring, grotesque, and utterly alien. I was a mannequin. I was a mannequin named Jack. Drugs addict, lunatic, a madman, who fought his demons for so long that became one of them.. A plastic shell stitched together with thread by a talking rat. The thread was long, connect...