"A simulation?" Sam repeated. At first, it actually made complete and total sense. She was familiar with multiple theories that all of life was just some big simulation anyway. But if that were true. "Then what would that mean about our memories of different worlds? If there was no Einstein-Rosen bridge involved, then that would mean that some of our memories were implanted."

Now there was an idea she hated.

No, an idea she fucking loathed.