The Many Deaths Of You

     You turn away from your CRT. Yes, you actually use a CRT : they tend to glow a bit brighter. You feel like you were about to do something on it, so you turn back to it. Something about an error in your math. Looking at your code, you can see that you did alter your code. You remember that you had something wrong, and changed it. It feels odd, and yet comforting, like you've progressed in life, never to go back.

   While looking over the code, you notice another issue: you forgot to specify the destination. It can calculate the destination that most likely is the target, but right now it's just teleporting you to wherever and whenever and whatever. Rolling your eyes, you add in some controls in the terminal GUI to specify that, and hop on the stool. You frown at the stool, and slink off to the office to get a better chair. A spinny chair. A chair which, for some reason, makes you think of fire. You sit down in the chair and turn the machine on. Wheeling over to the terminal, you check the status of everything. Again, the fuel line is loose. You grumble, saying, "I swear, it feels like this thing is always loose."

   Jumping back into the chair, you spin around a few (dozen) times for good luck and press the ’start’ button. Nothing happens. You feel like you've made this mistake before. You turn the power up to 11 (not sure why it isn't there by default), and sit back. The reactor core charges up, and glows brightly. Lightning shoots out and hits you. At first it doesn’t bother you much, but before long it begins to really hurt.  Some tiny voice in your head quietly screams, "Not again".

   The terrible white rip in the universe forms in front of you, and you fall into it. You wouldn't remember the last time, not properly anyways, but if you did, you would say it hurts substantially less this time than last time. The white fades out into black, and you feel like you're flying at incredible speeds. You look around and see white glowing lights. You can see the one from which you came behind you. You fly towards one, but veer off just to the side of it.

   You pass through what feels somewhat like a fog, with the other lights being far overwhelmed by the one you're next to. As you get closer and closer to the light, you can see that the light is not one light, but many individual lights. Stars. They’re organized in galaxies, into super-clusters, into the soap bubble foam of the light of a universe. Sure, scaled down, but still pretty dang amazing. You reach out to it, but before you can touch it you fly out of reach.

   Zooming back out into the black, you wonder when it's going to stop hurting. The pain has been constant this whole time. You stop wondering that because straight ahead is another one of those lights. A universe. And you're heading straight for it. You mentally steel yourself for what happens next.

   You fly closer and closer and closer. The light gets larger and larger, and starts to hurt more. Then another rip opens in front of you and you fall into it. As you fall in, however, you swear you see a certain lime-green unicorn. And then nothing.

   Lyra Heartstrings was contemplating the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. Then there was a glowing white light, a ripping sound, and she was covered in dust. Wet dust. Multi-colored wet dust. She had no idea what it was. It was mostly brown, green and black with streaks of other random colors, including an oddly glowing pink.

==Summary==

Attempt Number: 5

Time Lasted: 19 minutes, 2 seconds

Distance Reached: Equestria -- New Record!

Sorry, Lyra. You're covered in scrambled human. This is why we can’t have nice things.

Because then we do stuff like get deatomized at roughly average human body temperature.

At least you started your looping later in the story. Which indicates PROGRESS.