they sound like the words.”
Bell had been nervous throughout the discussion.
Seated some ten feet from Blake, she leaned forward, ran
her hands down to her ankles and dropped her head between
her knees. Blake and Bell simultaneously groaned, and
Dal rolled his head from one side to the other causing his
vertebrae to let out a cracking sound.
Beckman grinned as he placed a consoling hand on
Dal’s shoulder. “The comfort level inside your chamber
will be pleasant and pain free. You will have no conscious
awareness of the process.”
There was a moment of silence. Blake turned and
saw Bell sitting with her head between her knees and asked,
“You okay, Bell?”
“Depends on your interpretation of okay .”
Blake gazed at Dal and wondered if he should just
tell Beckman to take the assignment and...
Beckman felt Bosch’s glare. He cleared his throat
and continued. “During transmission you’ll be disassembled
into pixels. This is accomplished by reflecting your images
through multiple lenses positioned along the inner lid and
sides of your chamber. The lenses are focused to a charged
coupling device that converts your images into electrical
current. The interior walls of each chamber are constructed
with multiple curved mirrors. These mirrors prevent you
from seeing out but we can see in . . . just as you were able
to see the two suspended travelers. It will be as though you
are simply resting. Once inside your chamber you will enter
a process known as sub-atomic conversion. Signals will be
modulated and transmitted into the parallel universe - to
your pre-set coordinates. The green disc you each carry is
pre-programmed. When the time is right you will activate
the recall function and we will transfer you back to your
chamber.”
“You mean . . . just like those two guys?” Dal
asked. The question went unanswered. “And another thing
– what’s with all this pixel shit?” And Dal made another
hurried exit to the rest room.
Beckman waited for Dal to leave, refocused on
Blake and Bell. “As you have been told, your primary task
is to locate Moreau and Campion, give each man a disc and
secure the Lucifer ampoules. Do you have questions?”
Bosch stared at Blake; a cold stare that lingered for
several long moments. When no move came from Blake,
he shifted his stare to Bell in anticipation of a reaction.
None came – the time for reaction had long gone.
“Agent Blake, we know our universe is not four
dimensional, that it does not consist of three spaces plus
a time dimension, and that it indeed hosts numerous
other dimensions. The theory of relativity or of quantum
mechanics revolutionized our way of thinking, and Libra’s
research into the existence of extra dimensions has been a
major milestone in developing fuller understanding of the
universe. As a result of this, our obvious application has
been - time travel.”
Beckman gave Bosch a reprieve. “Contemporary
neighbors of ours known as CERNA whose primary work
involves the production of micro black holes, have built
a Super Large Hadron Collider in a circular tunnel thirty
miles in circumference. It is buried around three hundred
feet underground and straddles the borders of France
and Switzerland on the outskirts of Geneva. We consider
the direction in which they are moving to be a possible
doomsday scenario. Although according to a report prepared
by the Executive Committee of the Division of Particles &
Fields of the American Physical Society, the LHC particle
collisions pose no conceivable threat. CERNA mandated a
group of independent scientists to review these scenarios.
They concluded that, like current particle experiments such
as the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider, the LHC particle
collisions actually pose no conceivable threat. A second
review of the evidence commissioned by CERNA was
released in 2008. Our physicists have studied copies of the
reports and our conclusions are somewhat
Bell had been nervous throughout the discussion.
Seated some ten feet from Blake, she leaned forward, ran
her hands down to her ankles and dropped her head between
her knees. Blake and Bell simultaneously groaned, and
Dal rolled his head from one side to the other causing his
vertebrae to let out a cracking sound.
Beckman grinned as he placed a consoling hand on
Dal’s shoulder. “The comfort level inside your chamber
will be pleasant and pain free. You will have no conscious
awareness of the process.”
There was a moment of silence. Blake turned and
saw Bell sitting with her head between her knees and asked,
“You okay, Bell?”
“Depends on your interpretation of okay .”
Blake gazed at Dal and wondered if he should just
tell Beckman to take the assignment and...
Beckman felt Bosch’s glare. He cleared his throat
and continued. “During transmission you’ll be disassembled
into pixels. This is accomplished by reflecting your images
through multiple lenses positioned along the inner lid and
sides of your chamber. The lenses are focused to a charged
coupling device that converts your images into electrical
current. The interior walls of each chamber are constructed
with multiple curved mirrors. These mirrors prevent you
from seeing out but we can see in . . . just as you were able
to see the two suspended travelers. It will be as though you
are simply resting. Once inside your chamber you will enter
a process known as sub-atomic conversion. Signals will be
modulated and transmitted into the parallel universe - to
your pre-set coordinates. The green disc you each carry is
pre-programmed. When the time is right you will activate
the recall function and we will transfer you back to your
chamber.”
“You mean . . . just like those two guys?” Dal
asked. The question went unanswered. “And another thing
– what’s with all this pixel shit?” And Dal made another
hurried exit to the rest room.
Beckman waited for Dal to leave, refocused on
Blake and Bell. “As you have been told, your primary task
is to locate Moreau and Campion, give each man a disc and
secure the Lucifer ampoules. Do you have questions?”
Bosch stared at Blake; a cold stare that lingered for
several long moments. When no move came from Blake,
he shifted his stare to Bell in anticipation of a reaction.
None came – the time for reaction had long gone.
“Agent Blake, we know our universe is not four
dimensional, that it does not consist of three spaces plus
a time dimension, and that it indeed hosts numerous
other dimensions. The theory of relativity or of quantum
mechanics revolutionized our way of thinking, and Libra’s
research into the existence of extra dimensions has been a
major milestone in developing fuller understanding of the
universe. As a result of this, our obvious application has
been - time travel.”
Beckman gave Bosch a reprieve. “Contemporary
neighbors of ours known as CERNA whose primary work
involves the production of micro black holes, have built
a Super Large Hadron Collider in a circular tunnel thirty
miles in circumference. It is buried around three hundred
feet underground and straddles the borders of France
and Switzerland on the outskirts of Geneva. We consider
the direction in which they are moving to be a possible
doomsday scenario. Although according to a report prepared
by the Executive Committee of the Division of Particles &
Fields of the American Physical Society, the LHC particle
collisions pose no conceivable threat. CERNA mandated a
group of independent scientists to review these scenarios.
They concluded that, like current particle experiments such
as the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider, the LHC particle
collisions actually pose no conceivable threat. A second
review of the evidence commissioned by CERNA was
released in 2008. Our physicists have studied copies of the
reports and our conclusions are somewhat
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