"I mean - in a natural order way?  Like how the first bits of vacuum all exploded or whatever?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

"I feel like resurrecting somestar is definitely pretty unnatural.  But eventually the universe'll probably get used to it and stop making such a fuss?"

"Oh. My universe doesn't work that way so I don't know what to expect in terms of the universe objecting."

"Oh.  Well the first buncha times people tried to make vacuum the containers all crumpled or shattered or whatever even though they were as strong or stronger than stuff that can hold it now."

"How delightfully fucked up."

"It's . . . better than it not working forever, probably?  At least for this; I checked and vacuum was pretty itchy.  - Though I guess float boxes are still pretty cool; I went to a party somewhere that had one once."

"...itchy? Float boxes?"

"Uh, stuff has to go through other stuff, so stars can't act in vacuum and it feels weird and kind of bad to like try and poke at it?  And float boxes are where they make a special room and load a bunch of people inside and seal it all up, and then there's like another, slightly bigger room on the outside that they take all the air out of, and then almost no gravity can get in and you float around and there are glowsticks and stuff."

"That's not how it works in my universe at all."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, in my universe the physics is different even though if you're just walking down the street or something the differences aren't obvious at all, and I had not yet become aware of the difference in that particular area."

"Oh.  Well if you need a break from yoinking people out of the sky sometime you should rent one; being able to float around's pretty cool."

"We can float around! Just not like that."

"Then how?"

"In my universe gravity is a force that attracts all matter to all other matter and it drops off with the size of the matter in question and distance from it, so if you just get far enough away from all the big matter you float."

"How big is your universe??"

"Bigger than this one? In terms of - interesting contents and the space between them, it's possible that your cylinder does go down forever."

"Yeah, pretty sure it does.  Does yours not?"

"We don't have a cylinder, the continents and stuff are laid out on a sphere."

"Shut up, really?  How far out is your shell?  - Or - does it sit on the bottom so it's like touching there and really far away on top, instead of being centered?"

"There is no shell, and remember how gravity is toward all the matter? So a sphere pulls toward itself, and near it, down is toward the center."

"I have no idea how to imagine what you're talking about, not gonna lie.  Probably not very important, though.  If - ugh, this really sucks.  I get that you're trying to do a good thing here and I even think you're going to manage it, probably, eventually, but - what am I gonna do?  My family'll be glad I'm back but everyone at my job already knows I died; I probably can't use my bank account - I don't have my keys and what about my landlord - were you seriously going to drop me off in the middle of the city expecting me to pick up my life again just like that - "

"I was expecting your family would help you but perhaps they're not equipped to do so. I can make a copy of your keys though that won't solve the landlord issue."

"If you wheelchair me to a payphone I guess I can call up Uncle Dex and probably he'll be able to do some dumb good person thing which'll instantly make everything better even though I don't have a legal identity.  If I wanna stick around, which - it's not really very sexy for the first ever resurrected person to off herself again and wait to come back until there are a couple hundred others and everybody already knows about stuff and hopefully existing doesn't feel like shit, is it.  And - what if I merge in the meantime, I don't really want to do that now - but I hate weird intermediate stages ughhhhh."