Master, Oblivious

The building is a redbrick temple to Science, so to some degree you're expecting a scifi trope such as a roiling interdimensional vortex or a crackling time machine or that sort of thing.

What you instead see... is you.

A facsimile of you, of Jimbo Doe, standing in the middle of a hissing, crackling circle of energy, sparks occasionally flying outward. He holds a cockier, more confident pose, and his face seems to... shift, as you look at him; sometimes sporting a short Riker-like beard, sometimes clean shaven, sometimes young, sometimes a little older and more mature-looking.

You have the weirdest certainty that his dick is bigger than yours.

The whole experience is overwhelming to say the least. What is a little comforting is that if he's aware of his surroundings at all, he doesn't seem to have noticed or responded to you, even though you're right in front of him.

You feel like you should do something, anything at all. What happens if someone finds this other you and breaks him out? Will he replace you? Will you be blamed for the buildings? You have no idea and less desire to find out. So you step forward to try to grab him, or poke him into consciousness, or anything, and when you cross the circle...

FLASH