My latest “100 Word Stories” microfiction:

Title: Dimensional Sickness

I shake my head, still feeling some bit of dimensional sickness. What dimension am I on again?

This looks to be New York City, but I know how the dimensions work. With the multiverse theory discredited, this is just a city that looks like the Big Apple.

“Spare change, kind sir.”

I turn to the source of that voice, expecting some panhandler.

To my horror, the man next to me has no lower torso. His right arm’s bigger than the rest of his body. Worst of all is his face.

I then realize that I’m in the “AI Art” dimension.