[ussbansheec] Paradox
- From: Debra Mosqueda <mightymidgie@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbansheec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 14:37:31 -0700 (PDT)
Gabriel paced glancing from PADD to PADD on the table, muttering to himself
about the possible ramifications of carrying his father?s research out to it?s
obvious conclusion in an effort to bring the lost crew home. Could it be
possible? It would be, in his cousin James? words ?the mother of all that is
fucked in the universe? if it were so. Looking more closely, he shook his head.
Paradox.
There were supposed to be an almost infinite number of temporal safeguards to
prevent such things, and yet?here was the proof.
His father?s research ? research he conducted in an effort to discover how to
close the temporal wormhole in his own time ? was in fact to be the basis of
the very technology that would open the wormhole in which he was lost in the
first place.
Definite paradox.
Had his father not conducted the research, there would not have been the
advancements in temporal travel and eventual creation of the wormhole in which
he was lost?that being the wormhole whose appearance prompted the research to
begin with?
Gabriel shook his head, downed two aspirin and began again.
JD paced his quarters like a caged animal, glancing from PADD to PADD,
groaning at what he was seeing. This couldn?t be true. Could it? The old riddle
about the chicken and the egg came to mind yet again. Slowly, he shook his head.
Paradox.
Was it possible that their loss, and his father?s loss as well, all stemmed
from this self-same research? It appeared that he?d begun his research in
response to the wormhole in which he?d died. Yet, it also appeared that his
research was the foundation for it?s creation. How could that be?
Definite paradox.
If the wormhole hadn?t appeared near him, he wouldn?t have begun the
research. Without his research, there would have been no wormhole. What about
the temporal laws? How about the temporal prime directive? How could this have
happened?
JD shook his head, downed two aspirin and began again.
Thirty six hours and almost as many cups of coffee and clarity had begun to
emerge from chaos. Was this what he?d seen? The harmonics and tones within the
fabric of space/time around them became more obvious and audible. Had he heard
it too? Gabriel tinkered a bit, tuning here, turning there, adjusting more and
more until?.
Could it really be this simple? Jumping up from the table upon which he?d
been seated, surrounded by PADDs, he almost ran into the old-fashioned
chalkboard he?d positioned in front of him, a board currently completely
covered with diagrams and equations. Righting it quickly, he grabbed his cup
of coffee and headed out the door.
Downing yet another cup of coffee, JD picked up two more PADDs and comparing
them to what he?d found himself, finally noticing the patterns. Had he seen
them as well? Hearing the sounds of the universe was beginning to seem simple
enough by comparison. The hard part was finding the right tones to propel them
to their own where and when in this vast and unpredictable multiverse. He
yawned and stretched, ignoring the loud and painful popping of joints as he
worked the kinks and focused yet again on the puzzle at hand.
That?s it! He thought as the answer came at last, right there in tiny Taurii
script, so simple even a child could have found it given the tools and
sufficient time. It may take some time, some trial and error, but suddenly he
was certain it could be done. Turning quickly toward the door, he tripped and
almost fell over the straight back chair in his path. Righting it quickly, he
grabbed his cup of coffee and headed out the door
I am wounded but I am not dead
I will lay me down and bleed awhile
then I will rise up and fight again
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