Day 2 "Dimension Dive."
He took a cup of coffee, set the D-Square on his head and put a setting for a 30 Minute session. Enough for 300 iterations of the day.
He was a bit of a masochist in his explorations of the iterations of how his Monday would go. He would visit the dimensions of his worst possible selves, with at least one of them ending catastrophically in permanent injury/or death. It gave him the extra oomph to appreciate what he had in this current life, and he always made sure to end the sessions with his best possible iterations.
So he cheated on his wife and kids in one, his child got killed in another school massacre in the other, he drove off a bridge while playing Angry Birds on his phone, and cussed out his boss and knocked him out with a keyboard (a tooth flew, along with the keys) in another. In another he simply slept the entire day in his boxers and ate pizza in his bed, and his wifes' utter exasperation and digust cut perhaps even more deeper than the times she literally left him or died.
Then, experiencing the happier days of success, he slowly heard a beeping that told him his cycle was ending.
Thomas sighed, removed the D-Square and leaned back, finishing his coffee in peace before a smile appeared on his face. He was motivated to get through not only the day, but the week now.
He knew he should feel some vague sense of worry or concern for the other hims' that may exist in the other dimensions, but that was way above his interest, his pay grade, and abilities. For now, he was glad to have honest eyes into the multiverse of his existence.
It gave him insight. The device was totally worth the 10,000 dollar price tag. He pet it almost fondly before heading to the to the kitchen to make breakfast for all his kids, even as he went through the company reports and prepared to arrive guns-a-blazing in the office. Boss was going to love him too today.