I arrived to the new space of the Multiverse. It was to the right of our place on the Multispace map.

- So here I am, softly "landed" on the new ground, 672.67 Earth-hours ago (according to the Multiverse Clock Converter). I stood at the city center according to the space map under the sign 'The Center of the Center,' surrounded by enormous alien forest giants, yet quite similar to our own trees.

So the city center was in the forest? Right! Stragelisious! But I clicked an imaginary big red heart for this place—twice!

I like forests, and I like cities. Here was my crazy Forestville paradise!

Among the trees on the green grass, growing high into the sky—skyscrapers. Or should I have called them Skydestroyers. Or Skypenetrators (or shortly: Skypenators). They were standing shoulder to shoulder with ancient trunks, both reaching for the same sky.

Holy hole! An enormous hole in the middle of the ground. I needed to take a look.

From here I saw rooftops, a road, and vehicles—car-like—driving below.

So the planet had many floors; I was on the urban-forest floor.

Underneath, it was more like just a practical city, with asphalt, buildings, etc. The underground is always boring

Suddenly, doors of the Skypenator opened, and I saw: local earth-like people were streaming outside in a well-organized manner, like a school of fish, and all went to the right.

I noticed only a bunch of individuals went left, and a bunch forward.

The big flock of planetarians, after a while, crossed the forest path and proceeded the same right direction.

I noticed another Skypenator with a sign "The Right." Stream streamed, to "The Right."

Exactly 15.208787% of the flock went their separate ways and disappeared into the forest.

– What happened? – I asked the air.

I went to "The right" to check it out. I found out it was a local eatery.

Everybody sat on the right side of the table, eating with their right hand the full-right meal. I sat on the left, trying to have some SM-size (SM -small) talk with one on the right.

- Hi! How do you do? - I asked him.

- We are all-right! - they answered.

The individual looked not at me, but to the right.

It was really small even tiny talk, nothing interesting: he told me how happy he was to be part of the Right Chamomile Teacup Club.

At the end of the righthand feast, they told me: “It was right to meet you.” Then came the farewell: “Have a right day!”

Later, I heard news from this part of space, reaching my right ear: a big drama had happened.

One day the right stream, as usual, went—"what a surprise"—right way, one after another, happy and confident in their choice of life. They for sure felt like it was their rational choice. But i suggested they were driven by built-in machinery of conformism.

It was maybe 80% of the population who did the "right" move, as usual.

The cruel entropy monster was waiting for them with open arms and open "mouth" (my apologies for anthropomorphisations).

The Rightians did not have breakfast that day or ever again; the Entropy monster had a very good breakfast that day.

Conformists were delicious, monsters love them.

The good news was that there were still 20% of non-conformists who had survived that day.

They went their own way.

We will see how it will work for them without Rightians.

Anyway, it was dramatic and fascinatinglike watching a live broadcast of evolution itself at work.