This is one of those "many-worlds interpretation" stories.   To be honest, i place this sort of nonsense firmly in the same box as flat earth twaddle and god grovelling.

I take from this story that Alastair also thinks "many-worlds interpretation" is a load of nonsense as well and if you truly believe in it then get a gun and keep playing Russian roulette, because obviously one of you keeps surviving so you can't really die. ( )

Moira visits an old friend, Ian, fearing he has a dangerous new plan for life extension. After a risky drive on a dark, snowy night she hears out his latest idea involving quantum physics. Things work out extremely ironically. ( )