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Prologue
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Timelines are such convoluted things. Where does one stop? One begin?
Who controls them?
There are those that believe that one is a master of one's own destiny.
There are others who believe that one's fate is planned. One cannot
escape one's destiny. Does one timeline get created with each action? Or
is there only one path through the dimension we know as time?
What are the consequences if one could control time? Change the
direction? Mark the beginning and end of time? Direct time, if you will?
Does paradox stealthily creep in? Or is time like a road, where one
might mark the off ramp and return back whence one came?
Is time of a discrete nature? Can we mark a point in time to return to?
Truthfully, I doubt if anyone will ever resolve these age old questions.
But, I find I must consider these possibilities with these damnable
equations. Months, years, I have pored over ancient texts, and modern
lore. Calculus, algebra, philosophy, occult, astrology. All brought
together in an eclectic brew of science and pseudo-science.
The equations written down in this sheaf of notes say the impossible.
That there is no boundary between energy, mass, time and thought. That
through thought we may control the universe around us. That thought may
be the only physical way we have to control that most elusive of the
elements, time itself. These equations define the impossible.
I close my eyes, concentrate on the channel, concentrate on the age old
symbols. The ancient symbols of power that slipped back to the days of
the Druids, who only brushed against the meaning of what they had found.
A moment of dizziness. I feel like I am being pulled through a tunnel; a
tunnel without beginning or end. I concentrate on the marking of the
timeline. A huge wave of dizziness and nausea, as I tumbled to the lab
floor. I shake my head, slowly opening my eyes to a different world ...
I stand, slowly glancing around. It is so quiet. Normally the lab is
noisy, air ducts whirling, secretaries mumbling in the background.
Complete silence.
The dizziness fades quickly, the nausea completely disappears. I glance
around the lab. The tap that normally drips no longer does. I wander
over to it. Look with wonder at the drop of water hanging in the air
halfway between the faucet and the sink below. I have stopped time. The
equations predicted this. Everything outside my sphere of influence
experiences time cessation. Time is no longer a dimension for anything
outside my sphere of influence. Concentrating again, the sphere expands,
until I feel and see it intersect with the suspended water droplet. I
watch as time reasserts itself on the liquid and it drops to the sink
below. I realize that the equations say that I can extend this sphere as
large or as small as I want. Create pockets of time. Attach time to
matter. I collapse the field to encompass only my body. I still have my
doubts of paradox. What happens when an object leaves the sphere of
influence? I watch amazed as the droplet of water instantaneously
reverts to its former time. Boom, the water re suspends itself back to
the time when time stood still.
Wandering out to the secretaries, I notice their frozen forms, in the
midst of answering the phone, typing, etc. Overwhelmed, I retreat back
to the lab. I concentrate on the equations and symbols. The buzzing in
my ears, the dizziness returns. A moment of incredible vertigo.
Suddenly, the world just began again. The noise. The water dripping. The
secretaries murmuring. I slump against the lab desk and sigh in relief.
It works.
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