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time on my hands

chapter 2

“But don’t we need the fractal inducer?” El asked. We were in the kitchen now. Dave was making us one of his spectacular chilli dishes by way of celebration, but to be honest drinking the beer with El would have been good enough for me.

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” I told her.

“I thought you said it would work, though. If it needs the inducer its not gonna make a very good show to the board is it?” Chipped in Dave.

“Yes it will. You’re missing the point. What does the inducer do, fundamentally?”

“Well it pushes the temporal harmonic resonance field beyond the fifth node into the point of causal instability. At that point the space-time dimensions begin to flip and time effectively stands still. Then as you push on past the sixth node the dimensions are fully reversed and time moves backwards. We all know all of this, Jack, so what exactly are you getting at?”

“Sorry, Ill just explain it straight shall I? Essentially the inducer is a kind of control device. With it, a smooth transition is possible and hence the thing you’re sending doesn’t get flipped in the process of dimensional exchange. As you, yourself have proved many times before, anything jumping between levels rapidly gets turned into mesons into a rather spectacular fashion.”

“I’m still not seeing where your going, Jack.” Said Dave, adding just the right amount of spices to the chilli.

“Get me another beer and Ill make everything clear” I told him.

Dave got me the beer. “Famous last words” he said making us laugh.

“Look,” I continued. “What it is that I think I’ve figured out a way of circumnavigating the whole problem. I’ve had a graduate working on something, this last year and I think I know how to make it work.”

El took a big swill of beer. “Do tell.”

“OK, well first things first. This is all only going to work on an atomic scale, as molecules will just be destroyed, as I’m just trying to prove the principal, after all. So anyway, what we have to do is set up a Helium atom vibrating at the fourth harmonic and bounce a proton off its innermost resonance shell. But the trick is the proton has to be spinning at just the right angular velocity, as then it will curve into the shell, setting up a stable, well, orbit is the word I suppose.”

El looked puzzled “Well I know that’s roughly what the graduates been working on, but then what?”

“This is the beautiful bit. We bombard the Hydrogen nucleus with gamma-rays and if we get the frequency just right the energy dump should bounce it into the sixth level, where its energy will dissipate and out it will pop, several micro-seconds before it went in.” I could see El was about to protest. “No it wont be turned into a meson. What will happen is the Helium molecule will decay instead. Or at least it should. You see the Helium molecules stability will absorb the backwash from the jump, I worked it out this afternoon.”

“Bugger me. You know it might just work” said Dave, lade ling out the chilli and distributing more beer.

“So how did you get this great idea then Jack?” Dave asked, passing the red wine.

I laughed. “Ah, well, you see I’ve got that scrote Hubbard to thank for that”.

“How so?”

“Well when I got out of the car after getting home I noticed a scratch on the roof, which must have been caused by Hubbard’s jacket as he slid down the roof. His green jacket. Now you know how my mind makes connections when I’m angry, right?”

“You betcha.”

“Well green led to me thinking about baize and snooker, cause El had been reading that report Id given her.”

“Damn fine it is too,” said El.

“Well part of that report is about the inherently unstable behaviour of a snooker ball as it moves across the baize and how, if it should encounter a tear in the baize, its motion receives a kind of ‘option to diverge’ or not from its given course. And the guy discovered that the resultant path changes could be perfectly mapped with fractal type probability algorithms.”

“Ah, I see.” exclaimed Dave. “But what about the molecules?

“Well when I popped my beer open I had to put it down so that I could take my jacket off, and what did I rest it on, but a preliminary report the Graduate had given me on Monday.”

All Dave could do was shake his head. “Who says beer isn’t the solution to life’s little problems, eh?” I laughed and El gave me the smile.

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