Jessup, MD
The next couple of weeks went by in
a flash. Rebecca and Ansem spent every minute together. Rebecca looked up from
the trampoline in her backyard while she held her boyfriend’s hand over her
shoulder. The moon was small, a sliver crescent, but the stars were bright. It
was a beautiful free night of love and happiness.
Out of all the sharing they had
done, Ansem was still keeping something from Rebecca, and it was in the
basement of his house. He decided that he would have to tell her eventually.
And while on the trampoline, in fact, while she was looking at him like no
other time before, he decided to show her.
Ansem took Rebecca to his house and
down the stairs to the basement. At first she feared the worst walking down
those steps. Step by step her paranoia grew. Who keeps anything good in a
basement? It’s rarely a train set and most of the time a mass grave. Ansem
opened the door and took her inside. Of course, she had to enter the room in
darkness, like her eyes were closed. He snapped the lights on and she wanted to
scream, but it ended up not being a big deal.
It was a computer desk and a lab
table filled with beakers, Bunsen burners, hot plates, and a refrigerator
spanning the entire length of the basement wall where he kept every chemical
he’s collected and created.
“What is all this?” Rebecca had to
ask.
“My gift to mankind. My life
mission. My legacy.”
“I don’t understand, Ansem.”
“Rebecca, I have figured out how to
cure the common cold.”
“What?”
“The sniffles…influenza…allergies…pneumonia…all
treatable.”
“How?”
“It has always been there, I guess
too many people would lose their jobs and money if there was no need to buy
cough syrup. I’m creating a supplement…just like you take for your anxiety.”
“Does anybody know about this?”
Rebecca was still uneasy.
“Just the two of us now…”
Ansem sat at the lab desk. He had pulled something up from his
laptop and wanted Rebecca to take a look at it. As a doctor she knew what she
was looking at when it came to things like DNA coding and lab reports. It was
all checking out to her. His math and logistics were fully proven; he had a complete
knowledge of medicine and was treating the common cold with an array of different
inhibitors and growth serums derived from inverted irregular cells. Once
combined and wrapped into an antibiotic, it will attack any virus, infection,
or threat to the body and keep virtually every disease away.
“Is that why you bought all the
shipping companies?”
“I want this to be available to the
masses. If anyone finds out about this the FDA will throw me in jail. You
see…the technology and knowledge has been around for over twenty years now. The
only reason I can think of as to why they haven’t produced it is because if
they gave it to the public…seasonal sickness would go down 97%. Entire
healthcare industries would be devastated.”
“So why do you still want to do
this?”
“It is every person’s right to live
free of sickness. I can give that to them.”
“When do you plan to send it out?”
Rebecca stood next to Ansem who was sitting at the desk with her body turned the other way. This was the
first time there was ever any distance between the two of them since their
first date. Rebecca was no longer scared of her beloved’s secret in the
basement. She was not afraid at all with his plight. It was the fact
that she could not see his point of view as being right that made her uneasy.
She didn’t know if she agreed with this or not. Rebecca looked over Ansem’s
shoulder as he fondled a test-tube in his hands at his desk in the basement.
“They are prepped to go out on the
twenty-first. Four days before Christmas…”
New York, NY
It was the beginning of December
when Samuel came out of his coma. He had seen many things while he was under
and could not remember any of them. It felt like he had lived for hundreds of
years. When Vanessa saw him awake she kissed him with wet lips from all the
tears. There was little hope for Samuel, every doctor had said so. Vanessa refused
to pull the plug on him. Something told her, somehow she knew that he was meant
to come back and live on. This world was not finished with Samuel Gordon Chase.
“What did you see?” she asked him
later at home, in bed.
“I stepped into the oncoming grid.”
“What?” she repeated.
“When I got in that room, before I
passed out, I saw the grid. I think my consciousness was thrown into it.”
“I don’t understand”
“I saw my life outside of itself…as
a whole… And then I weaved through it, unseen by myself. Along my journey I
came upon the grey mist, and that is why I cannot remember anything now except
the beginning.”
“You sound even crazier than before,
Sam” Vanessa admitted.
“I know, honey. This all
seems…well…farfetched…but in time…I promise…you will understand. You asked me
what I saw…I saw the Time Collider.”
The next day Samuel did not rest. He
went in to his laboratory to find that the results from his test had pushed the
research and development phase into overdrive and they were able to get enough funding
to manufacture the portable Tachyon Resonator Samuel had first drawn up. His
actions were morally and ethically wrong, and he should have been dismissed for
putting the students and staff in danger, but instead he was being rewarded for
his innovation and scientific findings.
Samuel could not figure out how to combine
the Time Collider with the Tachyon Resonator. It was not until he threw out the
notion of achieving the speed of light altogether that he realized what had to be
done. You see the Time Collider bent space and time, placing the entry and exit
point together, but it could not infiltrate the intrinsic fabric of reality. For
that, the doctor needed to build one more device.
Samuel slid his Time Collider blueprints over
the Tachyon Resonator blueprints, and with one more piece of tracing paper
covered both of them. He outlined the circle of the Tachyon Resonator and
etched in the triangular mainframe of the Time Collider.
In the middle of the circle and triangle he smiled and wrote down three of his most
beloved words…
Quantum Wormhole Catalyst
Always a childhood axiom of Samuel's since he was enthralled
by modern American comparative mythology; he never thought he would be able to
apply it to physical research and development. Everything was coming together…The
Tachyon Resonator isolated the surrounding area and converted the atmosphere. The
Time Collider held the fabric of the space-time continuum in rippled stasis. And,
the Quantum Wormhole Catalyst created a thread from one dimensional timeline to
the next.
This assembly was complicated and
risky. If not done right it could open up Earth to infinite dangerous dimensions
where anything was possible, including the darkest of human nightmares. To be
safe, the jump would have to be made in outer space. Where there was enough
room and zero gravity to achieve maximum velocity, no elemental factors could
interfere with the experiment like wind resistance, and there was no danger of
reemerging in the middle of a wall.
With the resonator being done
already it would not take them that long to create the collider and Q.W.C.
Their end of the experiment would be done before Christmas. It was the
spaceship part that would have to wait for the department to find a suitable
government provider. It was not long before General Saarsgard of the US Air
Force caught wind of Samuel’s miraculous recovery and subsequent discoveries, and
contacted him from the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. He informed Samuel of his
base and what they were building inside of it.
to be continued...
