I once imagined that there are an infinite set of parallel universes across an axis that defines the determinacy of odds. At the middle, on the axis, would be a place where flipping a penny 10,000 times always came up tails 4,995 times (the heads side is slightly heavier), whereas way out away from the axis, it would be as likely to come up tails only 4 times as 5,000.
Writing a story set in that world would be, I think, lots of fun. Imagine it:
There would be people that have been struck by lightning so many times that their graves get hit like Old Faithful. The primary mode of transportation would be on foot - and any other vehicles would be much more safety conscious than where I'm writing from.
Gambling would be the national pastime. Irony wouldn't be a sense of humor - it would be totally normal. Think about it - the odds of finding exactly what you need or what you really don't need are usually bad here but in this world, you raise your hand for a taxi and it's (ironically) even odds that a taxi will be pulling up just as you raise your finger - or that the entire city's taxi population is on the other side of town, you poor schmuck.
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