Shayla is deep inside my mind. The flame pulses and gyrates absolutely silently and my anxiety is calmed by her presence. I suddenly see and understand how folks work together on her world, by joining minds. My hand touches the flame and I fully immerse my hand at the base. My eyes close involuntarily and sounds and images flood my mind.
"Greetings human. We are The Travelers. We arrived at your world exactly 5 million, four hundred thousand and sixty three years ago. Very primitive, barely sentient life was present and we conducted a program of nurturing and education so as to make such life forms now capable of clearer sentient thinking. We helped nurture various tribes all over the world, many which had evolved from slightly various different species and genus of animals. Nature does this spontaneously so as to provide an ample genetic material for building a world of diverse sentient beings without already creating genetic cancellation."
All the while these words resonate in my mind, pictures of the various gorillas and chimpanzees that evolved beyond their packs are clearly flashing through my mind's eye. The travelers laboratory aboard a gigantic, city sized spacecraft is also visible and the laboratory is enormous with thousands of bed like platforms where a beam is being projected into the heads of these very savage primitives. The beam is a form of mental stimulation.
"We remained upon this world for fifteen thousand years and helped nurture the first cultures in areas you presently identify as China, Africa, India, South America and another 2 continents which no longer exist upon this world. The rudimentary education of life was taught these various cultures, including the nature of the sine wave and of energy. The continuity of life through reincarnation was also taught to the various tribes. Once these tribes were safely past the possibility of reverting to the animal state or being killed by the many numerous beasts, we departed to let your world follow its own course without further interference."
Shayla's presence in my mind becomes yet stronger. She knows the questions to ask.
"Where are all the remaining monuments left behind by the Travelers?"
As if in answer to her question, a map of the world appears in my mind's eye. 3 various locations besides this one in Iran appear. One is in China, another is in South America and one exists somewhere near the center of the Pacific Ocean, presumably under water.
"Reveal the history of this planet since the Travelers left."
"Brace yourself."
Shayla's mind is completely joined with mine now. It's almost as though she is shielding me from something. Then it hits. A stream of imagery, facts, dates and events. It is nonstop and overwhelming. I feel my mind struggling to process the flow and find Shayla there holding me up, mentally. I watch as cultures rise and fall, as leaders rise to power, rule and die. Countless civilizations Earth history presently has no recollection of are streaming through our mind. I am aware of Shayla as she classifies and orders all this data into distinct categories, sub-categories and sub-sub-categories. Her mind is almost computer-like in its efficiency and speed of processing.
And then it is done. I pull back my hand out of the flame. The flame itself seemed to know when to end the transmission.
For the next minutes she silently shares her mental folders with me and it organizes the data in my own mind. I still can't get over how wonderful it feels to have her presence, her very mind with me in this manner. I wonder if I will ever get fully accustomed to it. I straighten up, mentally, and exert my thoughts to process the enormous amount of data. My head hurts. I never knew the mind could contain so much information. My consciousness is stratifying the data, into a broad overview and compartmentalizing all the smaller details which had been revealed. The Earth's history has apparently been recorded by this flame, by an unknown mechanism and the highlights of all cultures, leaders and major events is now buried within my mind. A new sense of awareness and completeness fills my mind. Everything makes sense. I can see how each culture in the world today arrived at their present point. It is amazing.
(to be continued)
scc
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
The Alien Legacy
Shayla rises. Her statuesque form is majestic. There is a grace about her that accentuates every gesture and movement of her body. She activates a three dimensional scanner of our location and I see the Iranian desert approach quickly.
"Today we will visit the flame completely unperturbed."
I see the mountain range which contains the ancient cavern. Several teams are in position and sensor scrambling camouflage tarps have been erected to conceal folks and equipment that are holding this treasure for the United States. Iranian horsemen patrol outposts which guard the various desert approach routes.
The craft hovers motionless less than a hundred feet from the cavern entrance.
"Are you ready? You are going to get to play Casper with me."
Her mind makes clear her meaning. We are going to be invisible and still resonating in this higher isotopic state.
"How is it the craft can keep us invisible even when we exit it?"
"The ship generates a field that will sustain this state as long as we are within 500 yards of the ship."
"What about passing through the ground? How will we meet any resistance?"
"I've adjusted the rate of vibration so that we will not pass through the other lower vibrating elements. We will be merely out of the bandwidth of visual perception."
"This should prove very interesting."
"Yes, your sensory abilities have been enhanced by this elevation. Your visual acuity for example is greatly enhanced. The rods and cones cell structures in your eyes will effectively double their sensitivity. Each cell now has enhanced performance."
"That explains this sense of elation I feel. Everything just seems very uplifting."
"Yes, in this state, lower thoughts don't resonate as well with your cerebral cortex and your body is adjusting to the refined sensory processing and more data. In less than an hour you will be able to focus your senses to perceive things you never dreamt you could perceive."
"What about the reversion process? Will my cells retain any of these abilities or does it all vanish in a puff of smoke?"
"Most of the enhancements will vanish, but the record of them as experiences will not. It is like transferring data recorded on a computer with a faster processor and then transferring them to a slower computer. They still exist, but are accessed in a more limited manner."
We emerge from the craft. It is a strange sensation to feel the air and breathe with this new relationship. Air feels heavier and yet the body barely seems to need it. Breath comes slower, and one is conscious of it, much as one is when at higher elevations. The guards are not very alert as the outer perimeter is where the first action would normally occur. Several are playing cards on a fold table that has been erected near the cave entrance. Clearly the import of the cavern is lost on these folks for whom a full house over three of a kind is the only Holy Grail they seek.
We pass through the entrance and I see that artificial flood lighting has been installed all along the cavern tunnels fed by extension cords and powered by the latest portable solar/gas generators.
No one is inside, which is understandable. Shayla is beside me. I see her just as easily as I see myself, but to the guards we're invisible.
"Observe."
Shayla is in my mind and I see what she wants me to see. With our minds linked I feel the things she sees and in some ways I can perceive through her senses as well as my own.
It is fantastic. I never would have thought two people could be so close and have only known each other for 15 hours and 36 minutes.
Her mind is a very orderly place. Her thoughts that she shares with me are of the other flame rooms she has seen on at least fifteen other worlds. I am suddenly aware she is a seasoned galactic traveler. I meet some marked thoughts that indicate the border of that which she wishes to share.
"Yes, I have traveled to many worlds and seen a number of flame rooms. Each were built on worlds that were still savage and in primitive conditions. Each room serves as a repository of information about each particular world, it's place and location in the galaxy and a record of the visits by 'the travelers'"
"You mention the travelers - who are these beings?"
"The travelers are a very old race. They come from a world that is near the older part of the galaxy, billions of years older than the outer rim. A world that has traveled and explored the growing galaxy since before this world was even formed. They are tall, averaging between 11 and 15 feet in height and they act as world makers."
"World makers?"
"Yes. They find and nurture planets with primitive life forms and help spur the advancement of evolutionary conditions on the worlds they travel to. If one finds a flame room on a world, one can be certain that the civilization on that world was founded and nurtured by the travelers."
I find it hard to imagine that humanity has its origin in some strange alien travelers. And yet even though all this is overwhelming, it still makes more sense then the Adam & Eve story which on the face of it is impossible due to the inbreeding which would have resulted from a planet evolved from just two people.
We arrive at the flame room itself. The flame is still pulsating, gyrating in it unearthly way. And a moment of fear strikes me as I recall what happened the last time I touched it.
"You need not fear the flame. It is a very powerful stream of knowledge. In some ways you can imagine it as a hard drive connected to an internet. It is what the travelers leave behind when they leave a world. It is a source of knowledge, history and for those who are so able to use it - a communication device."
"So why did I pass out when I touched it?"
"You passed out because your brain was not able to process all the signals at one time and because these signals activates parts of the human brain that are not normally used. This requires additional blood flow and then the body overcompensated calling up more blood than needed and then trying to balance it, which resulted in your fainting. This time your elevated state will let so much more data flow through you."
She intends for me to reach into the flame again. There was also something else about the flame and why she can't get as much out of it that quickly raced through her mind and was too fast to pick up in detail.
"Why can't you get the same use of this flame? You were thinking about it but it was not clear"
"Each world has its own flame. The flame uses genetic markers as a conduit for data. In laymen's terms this flame is keyed to humanity. My genetic make-up will not activate the flame. And yes, this is why some will feel nothing from the flame, if their genotype was not encoded when the flame was built."
"Fascinating."
I realize suddenly why she is in a mind link up with me and why we are in this elevated state. She intends to use me to extract information from this flame and in our joined state all I experience and learn will pass thorough her astute senses as well. For a moment I suspect her of deception and manipulation and my thought can't be concealed. I feel her pain and hurt as I think it.
"I'm sorry. My mind is trained to weed out deception an treachery."
"I understand. I do wish to use you to extract data, but not just for me or my world, but for humanity and earth as well. Without my help you would never be able to learn of this device or extract its priceless knowledge. My world accumulates this knowledge as well and has compiled its own growing history of the galaxy from these flame rooms we have encountered."
I understand, It is very logical. We would surely do the same and are doing the same on a national level. After all, this is Iranian soil and we are extracting data and artifacts without the Iranian governments assent or knowledge. Who am I to judge a world that extracts historic knowledge from other worlds?
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. And anxious too, as you can tell."
I reach out for the flame...
(to be continued)
"Today we will visit the flame completely unperturbed."
I see the mountain range which contains the ancient cavern. Several teams are in position and sensor scrambling camouflage tarps have been erected to conceal folks and equipment that are holding this treasure for the United States. Iranian horsemen patrol outposts which guard the various desert approach routes.
The craft hovers motionless less than a hundred feet from the cavern entrance.
"Are you ready? You are going to get to play Casper with me."
Her mind makes clear her meaning. We are going to be invisible and still resonating in this higher isotopic state.
"How is it the craft can keep us invisible even when we exit it?"
"The ship generates a field that will sustain this state as long as we are within 500 yards of the ship."
"What about passing through the ground? How will we meet any resistance?"
"I've adjusted the rate of vibration so that we will not pass through the other lower vibrating elements. We will be merely out of the bandwidth of visual perception."
"This should prove very interesting."
"Yes, your sensory abilities have been enhanced by this elevation. Your visual acuity for example is greatly enhanced. The rods and cones cell structures in your eyes will effectively double their sensitivity. Each cell now has enhanced performance."
"That explains this sense of elation I feel. Everything just seems very uplifting."
"Yes, in this state, lower thoughts don't resonate as well with your cerebral cortex and your body is adjusting to the refined sensory processing and more data. In less than an hour you will be able to focus your senses to perceive things you never dreamt you could perceive."
"What about the reversion process? Will my cells retain any of these abilities or does it all vanish in a puff of smoke?"
"Most of the enhancements will vanish, but the record of them as experiences will not. It is like transferring data recorded on a computer with a faster processor and then transferring them to a slower computer. They still exist, but are accessed in a more limited manner."
We emerge from the craft. It is a strange sensation to feel the air and breathe with this new relationship. Air feels heavier and yet the body barely seems to need it. Breath comes slower, and one is conscious of it, much as one is when at higher elevations. The guards are not very alert as the outer perimeter is where the first action would normally occur. Several are playing cards on a fold table that has been erected near the cave entrance. Clearly the import of the cavern is lost on these folks for whom a full house over three of a kind is the only Holy Grail they seek.
We pass through the entrance and I see that artificial flood lighting has been installed all along the cavern tunnels fed by extension cords and powered by the latest portable solar/gas generators.
No one is inside, which is understandable. Shayla is beside me. I see her just as easily as I see myself, but to the guards we're invisible.
"Observe."
Shayla is in my mind and I see what she wants me to see. With our minds linked I feel the things she sees and in some ways I can perceive through her senses as well as my own.
It is fantastic. I never would have thought two people could be so close and have only known each other for 15 hours and 36 minutes.
Her mind is a very orderly place. Her thoughts that she shares with me are of the other flame rooms she has seen on at least fifteen other worlds. I am suddenly aware she is a seasoned galactic traveler. I meet some marked thoughts that indicate the border of that which she wishes to share.
"Yes, I have traveled to many worlds and seen a number of flame rooms. Each were built on worlds that were still savage and in primitive conditions. Each room serves as a repository of information about each particular world, it's place and location in the galaxy and a record of the visits by 'the travelers'"
"You mention the travelers - who are these beings?"
"The travelers are a very old race. They come from a world that is near the older part of the galaxy, billions of years older than the outer rim. A world that has traveled and explored the growing galaxy since before this world was even formed. They are tall, averaging between 11 and 15 feet in height and they act as world makers."
"World makers?"
"Yes. They find and nurture planets with primitive life forms and help spur the advancement of evolutionary conditions on the worlds they travel to. If one finds a flame room on a world, one can be certain that the civilization on that world was founded and nurtured by the travelers."
I find it hard to imagine that humanity has its origin in some strange alien travelers. And yet even though all this is overwhelming, it still makes more sense then the Adam & Eve story which on the face of it is impossible due to the inbreeding which would have resulted from a planet evolved from just two people.
We arrive at the flame room itself. The flame is still pulsating, gyrating in it unearthly way. And a moment of fear strikes me as I recall what happened the last time I touched it.
"You need not fear the flame. It is a very powerful stream of knowledge. In some ways you can imagine it as a hard drive connected to an internet. It is what the travelers leave behind when they leave a world. It is a source of knowledge, history and for those who are so able to use it - a communication device."
"So why did I pass out when I touched it?"
"You passed out because your brain was not able to process all the signals at one time and because these signals activates parts of the human brain that are not normally used. This requires additional blood flow and then the body overcompensated calling up more blood than needed and then trying to balance it, which resulted in your fainting. This time your elevated state will let so much more data flow through you."
She intends for me to reach into the flame again. There was also something else about the flame and why she can't get as much out of it that quickly raced through her mind and was too fast to pick up in detail.
"Why can't you get the same use of this flame? You were thinking about it but it was not clear"
"Each world has its own flame. The flame uses genetic markers as a conduit for data. In laymen's terms this flame is keyed to humanity. My genetic make-up will not activate the flame. And yes, this is why some will feel nothing from the flame, if their genotype was not encoded when the flame was built."
"Fascinating."
I realize suddenly why she is in a mind link up with me and why we are in this elevated state. She intends to use me to extract information from this flame and in our joined state all I experience and learn will pass thorough her astute senses as well. For a moment I suspect her of deception and manipulation and my thought can't be concealed. I feel her pain and hurt as I think it.
"I'm sorry. My mind is trained to weed out deception an treachery."
"I understand. I do wish to use you to extract data, but not just for me or my world, but for humanity and earth as well. Without my help you would never be able to learn of this device or extract its priceless knowledge. My world accumulates this knowledge as well and has compiled its own growing history of the galaxy from these flame rooms we have encountered."
I understand, It is very logical. We would surely do the same and are doing the same on a national level. After all, this is Iranian soil and we are extracting data and artifacts without the Iranian governments assent or knowledge. Who am I to judge a world that extracts historic knowledge from other worlds?
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. And anxious too, as you can tell."
I reach out for the flame...
(to be continued)
Monday, September 18, 2006
The Visitor Part II
After introducing Shayla to various Techs and the wiz-kids hard at work deciphering the glyphs, I am anxious to try and find out more about her work and the knowledge contained by MIMIR. Jimmy Neutron's eyes were ogling her mercilessly.
"Pleased to meet you!"
"This is a test. How well can you keep a conversation going on two levels?"
"The pleasure is all mine. You have a wonderful facility here."
"I hear you. I can't really say as I don't think I've ever tried."
"We are working on those glyphs right now and Tech1 is being a tyrant about it."
"Oh, how so?"
"So you are a virgin of sorts when it comes to telepathy multitasking"
"Well, our meal breaks have been cut down to 20 minutes from 30 for starters. And he keeps calling me Jimmy Neutron. That alone should be grounds for improper work conditions!"
"I wouldn't say I'm a virgin."
The conversation stops. All eyes look at me, and I realize I spoke aloud what I had meant to transfer mentally. Shayla turns towards me and laughs aloud.
"I think you need more practice big guy!"
"What? What did I miss?"
"Don't worry Jimmy, this is between me and our distinguished guest."
That's just great. Now, I will never hear the end of it."
"Whatever."
"Your mind is cute when you're embarrassed."
"Well, then I'll appear cute quite often, when you're around."
One didn't need telepathy to know what was going through Jimmy's mind or the other parts of the team. I forced those thoughts out of my head and refocused on MIMIR. I half-suspect that MIMIR already has this glyph deciphered as well as far more knowledge about this world than we have compiled here in Shamballa. To be precise, I wish we had been integrated with MIMIR sooner, so that any redundancy in research could be avoided.
Clearly an EXOR has now brought these disparate sectors of knowledge together, yet for the first time in a long while, I feel out of the loop - even though I am more in the loop than I've ever been. Its discomforting, to say the least.
"I think we should return to Iran and visit the flame again. I will brief you a bit en route."
"Do you want to fly or shall I warm up a plane?"
"I'll take you onboard my craft. It will be far more convenient."
"Well, I will admit to being curious about the craft and it's abilities."
I put on a flightsuit and pack some survival gear. Entering a hostile nation, one must always take into account the possibility of being shot down. Weapons, ammo,ERGO Drink, Hooah! nutrition bars, etcetera. Our planes are already pre-equipped with such PERCs (Performance Enhancing Ration Components), and I suspect Shayla's craft is equally prepared, but it is SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) to make sure that certain supplies are always present. I also grab a PAQ-10 Thermal imager, targeting system. It can accurately measure targets and base them upon the current GPS location of the imager. An essential tool for calling in airstrikes or positioning spy satellites. Iran is a thoroughly hostile zone to enter and if the place were any more hostile it would be called North Korea and run by Mr.Il.
Fortunately, here there is no waiting for luggage check and I hoist a tote filled with gear over each shoulder.
Shayla's craft is incredible. As I walk up the ramp, I half expect to see GORT onboard.
"Oh, you'll find this craft is well beyond the crude imaginings of Earth's science fiction writers."
I look at the seats and am nonplussed. No harnesses, no seatbelts, even! Before I can even think the thought, Shayla is in my mind with the answer.
"This craft does not need them. The cabin never experiences turbulence or vibration. Trust me."
I keep looking around and realize that MIMIR really uses earth-built alien technology. That this is one of the best kept secrets of the government is obvious. More properly though, almost no one knows about MIMIR except those actually in it. Considering my own clearance had not cleared me to become aware of this until now, I suspect even ODIN only knows bits and pieces and the details are kept.
Shayla sits down and a small holographic console appears in space before her. A console of controls and data is displayed. With a few quick hand gestures, I sense the craft is moving and yet I cannot really feel any vibration only a mental sense of speed.
"What are the specifications of this craft?"
"It is very, very fast. It is very, very quiet."
I hear the mental equivalent of laughter in Shayla's head.
"That's not what I meant. What can this thing do? Surely as its designer you must take a certain pride in its performance."
"Well for one thing, in the time it has taken to have this conversation, it has taken us to Iran.
It is incredible. This is flying saucer level performance and its real. It is magnificent and uses laws of physics we obviously are only beginning to understand.
"How does the craft avoid detection? Speed? Radar evasion? Inquiring minds would like to know."
"Nothing so primitive. This craft generates a field of energy that envelopes all of its component atomic structures. When the generator is active, the atoms become new isotopes of their normal atomic weights, and carry a substantial charge. In this state, the craft meets no resistance from atoms in lower states. Radar, clouds, air and mass pass through the craft or vice-versa depending upon your point of view."
"You mean right now, our atoms have been turned into different isotopes? Is it permanent? Does it leave any side effects?"
"Yes, your eyes grow larger, your skin becomes peach hued and your iris has a spira mirabilis pattern."
I sense her laughter in my mind. It is rich and warm. Her thoughts are sweet, like a bouquet of fresh flowers. I realize how privileged I am to be aware of the things I am and I see the glorious future man has to look forward to when he is ready.
"Do you always think in such grandiose ways? Mankind! The future! Your mind sounds like Doctor Doom's mental journal. SDAI-Tech1, I am going to have to teach you how to enjoy the here and now, and the 'magnificence that engenders the present!'"
More laughter in my mind and more of the sweet essence. Her presence in my mind has already become normal. And to think when I first thought of MIMIR involvement with SDAI, I suspected the chief scientist would be a pompous fifty-something with serious control issues and that we would be batting heads all over the place.
I carefully place mental markers around these thoughts as I think them. She probably knows how much I already like her - and we haven't even been together for 12 hours!
Of course for all I know she has an alien boyfriend back on her homeworld who makes me look like the village idiot.
Or maybe she's an orphan from a world like Krypton, the last of her kind and all alone, battling evil. Suddenly it occurs to me she knew who Doctor Doom was and that she has read comic books.
That makes me feel just a little bit better.
"Pleased to meet you!"
"This is a test. How well can you keep a conversation going on two levels?"
"The pleasure is all mine. You have a wonderful facility here."
"I hear you. I can't really say as I don't think I've ever tried."
"We are working on those glyphs right now and Tech1 is being a tyrant about it."
"Oh, how so?"
"So you are a virgin of sorts when it comes to telepathy multitasking"
"Well, our meal breaks have been cut down to 20 minutes from 30 for starters. And he keeps calling me Jimmy Neutron. That alone should be grounds for improper work conditions!"
"I wouldn't say I'm a virgin."
The conversation stops. All eyes look at me, and I realize I spoke aloud what I had meant to transfer mentally. Shayla turns towards me and laughs aloud.
"I think you need more practice big guy!"
"What? What did I miss?"
"Don't worry Jimmy, this is between me and our distinguished guest."
That's just great. Now, I will never hear the end of it."
"Whatever."
"Your mind is cute when you're embarrassed."
"Well, then I'll appear cute quite often, when you're around."
One didn't need telepathy to know what was going through Jimmy's mind or the other parts of the team. I forced those thoughts out of my head and refocused on MIMIR. I half-suspect that MIMIR already has this glyph deciphered as well as far more knowledge about this world than we have compiled here in Shamballa. To be precise, I wish we had been integrated with MIMIR sooner, so that any redundancy in research could be avoided.
Clearly an EXOR has now brought these disparate sectors of knowledge together, yet for the first time in a long while, I feel out of the loop - even though I am more in the loop than I've ever been. Its discomforting, to say the least.
"I think we should return to Iran and visit the flame again. I will brief you a bit en route."
"Do you want to fly or shall I warm up a plane?"
"I'll take you onboard my craft. It will be far more convenient."
"Well, I will admit to being curious about the craft and it's abilities."
I put on a flightsuit and pack some survival gear. Entering a hostile nation, one must always take into account the possibility of being shot down. Weapons, ammo,ERGO Drink, Hooah! nutrition bars, etcetera. Our planes are already pre-equipped with such PERCs (Performance Enhancing Ration Components), and I suspect Shayla's craft is equally prepared, but it is SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) to make sure that certain supplies are always present. I also grab a PAQ-10 Thermal imager, targeting system. It can accurately measure targets and base them upon the current GPS location of the imager. An essential tool for calling in airstrikes or positioning spy satellites. Iran is a thoroughly hostile zone to enter and if the place were any more hostile it would be called North Korea and run by Mr.Il.
Fortunately, here there is no waiting for luggage check and I hoist a tote filled with gear over each shoulder.
Shayla's craft is incredible. As I walk up the ramp, I half expect to see GORT onboard.
"Oh, you'll find this craft is well beyond the crude imaginings of Earth's science fiction writers."
I look at the seats and am nonplussed. No harnesses, no seatbelts, even! Before I can even think the thought, Shayla is in my mind with the answer.
"This craft does not need them. The cabin never experiences turbulence or vibration. Trust me."
I keep looking around and realize that MIMIR really uses earth-built alien technology. That this is one of the best kept secrets of the government is obvious. More properly though, almost no one knows about MIMIR except those actually in it. Considering my own clearance had not cleared me to become aware of this until now, I suspect even ODIN only knows bits and pieces and the details are kept.
Shayla sits down and a small holographic console appears in space before her. A console of controls and data is displayed. With a few quick hand gestures, I sense the craft is moving and yet I cannot really feel any vibration only a mental sense of speed.
"What are the specifications of this craft?"
"It is very, very fast. It is very, very quiet."
I hear the mental equivalent of laughter in Shayla's head.
"That's not what I meant. What can this thing do? Surely as its designer you must take a certain pride in its performance."
"Well for one thing, in the time it has taken to have this conversation, it has taken us to Iran.
It is incredible. This is flying saucer level performance and its real. It is magnificent and uses laws of physics we obviously are only beginning to understand.
"How does the craft avoid detection? Speed? Radar evasion? Inquiring minds would like to know."
"Nothing so primitive. This craft generates a field of energy that envelopes all of its component atomic structures. When the generator is active, the atoms become new isotopes of their normal atomic weights, and carry a substantial charge. In this state, the craft meets no resistance from atoms in lower states. Radar, clouds, air and mass pass through the craft or vice-versa depending upon your point of view."
"You mean right now, our atoms have been turned into different isotopes? Is it permanent? Does it leave any side effects?"
"Yes, your eyes grow larger, your skin becomes peach hued and your iris has a spira mirabilis pattern."
I sense her laughter in my mind. It is rich and warm. Her thoughts are sweet, like a bouquet of fresh flowers. I realize how privileged I am to be aware of the things I am and I see the glorious future man has to look forward to when he is ready.
"Do you always think in such grandiose ways? Mankind! The future! Your mind sounds like Doctor Doom's mental journal. SDAI-Tech1, I am going to have to teach you how to enjoy the here and now, and the 'magnificence that engenders the present!'"
More laughter in my mind and more of the sweet essence. Her presence in my mind has already become normal. And to think when I first thought of MIMIR involvement with SDAI, I suspected the chief scientist would be a pompous fifty-something with serious control issues and that we would be batting heads all over the place.
I carefully place mental markers around these thoughts as I think them. She probably knows how much I already like her - and we haven't even been together for 12 hours!
Of course for all I know she has an alien boyfriend back on her homeworld who makes me look like the village idiot.
Or maybe she's an orphan from a world like Krypton, the last of her kind and all alone, battling evil. Suddenly it occurs to me she knew who Doctor Doom was and that she has read comic books.
That makes me feel just a little bit better.
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