In a basement lab, a technician and a corporate analyst operate a device that views other universes. Each attempt reveals the same beige room, down to the molecule-no sign of change other than a faint smell of cumin. With little else to measure beyond their own growing connection, they attempt to extract fiscal value from the possibility that nothing could ever have been different. There Are Infinite Universes and All of Them Are Boring is a quietly dazzling novella about ambition, loneliness, and the strange intimacy that forms at the edge of the unknowable. Jeff Goldberg takes a familiar speculative premise-the multiverse-and strips it of spectacle, leaving behind something sharper and more unsettling: a world where infinite possibility reveals not difference, but sameness. Wry, rigorous, and unexpectedly tender, this is science fiction that thinks like philosophy and feels like fiction at its best. -David Samuel Levinson, author of Tell Me How This Ends Well I never thought a single conversation could be so engrossing, but Jeff nails the impossible in this fantastic novella bringing together the wonderful dialog of My Dinner with Andre with the thought-provoking science fiction of Ted Chiang. There Are Infinite Universes And All Of Them Are Boring will have your mind racing, furiously turning the page to know what happens next, and challenging you in a way only the best fiction can. -Kevin Kortum, founder and editor-in-chief of foofaraw