Archive for the ‘Galactic Chronicle’ Category

April 1st, 4038
by Dorthy Dabbledots

Bertal Einthorne

Happy Bertal Einthorne Day! As always, I will spend the day on the Ematica campus. I have been asked to judge the annual Wormhole Competition, which I feel quite honored to have been chosen. What dear Headmaster Higginsworth would say now! In celebration of the discovery of how to harness Phantom Energy, which theoretically allows us to build transverseable wormholes, Ematica has a wonderful carnival and competition for the Bertal Einthorne Cup. Bertal Einthorne, of course, is who, through a harrowing journey of failed experiments and theories, was able to finally contain Phantom Energy and use it to travel successfully through a wormhole.

I remember having the best model with dimensional hold, which used radiating Phantom Energy and winning the coveted Einthorne Cup during my days at Ematica. I was quite proud of my accomplishment until recently when I happened to see a first year student in the competition. Trip Harrison’s model had dimensional hold that used minimal Phantom Energy and also had dual portals to the future and the past. A complex idea and a risky attempt which paid off for Mr. Harrison who won first place and whose model still hangs in the Ematica Hall of Scientific Excellence.

Risk, a beautifully complex idea and fearlessness are what Bertal Einthorne Day is all about. Its namesake risked everything for us to be able to travel through time and space. Time and space such unnecessarily over complicated ideas for humans in the 22nd century. Perchance if their ideas were not so intertwined with arbitrary notions of mythology, traveling through wormholes would have occurred much sooner, but I suppose hindsight is ten-ten. Or is that ancient saying twenty-fifteen. I forget. (Oh how I love ancient metaphors!) Nevertheless, Einthorne was able to weed through it all and able to focus on what was then theoretical physics.

Although Einthorne’s personal history is incomplete in the ancient book of record, we do have countless lab books containing work far beyond his time. What’s more, Torres, his trusty science assistant was as mysterious as Life’s Origin.  He  was not willing to disclose much about himself or his mentor and has since disappeared from existence. I have asked several prominent professors at Ematica of Torres and Einthorne’s history to which I get blank stares and incomplete responses. I suppose their lives are as elusive as their discoveries. But I have always wondered where (some may say when) they are from and how their origin contributed to Einthorne’s discovery.

What we do know is that the planet known as Earth had devolved into a farming society after mass war and famine and they longed to leave the planet they had destroyed for one that more resembled their beloved Earth. According to legend, in the year 2472, Bertal Einthorne happened to be conducting a few experiments on the planet Earth with a simple drink; I believe it was called champagne. In playing with the cork, a light bulb went off (two ancient metaphors in one article; how I do enjoy myself).  He realized two things:
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2. If space-time contains a compact region Ω, and if the topology of Ω is of the form Ω ~ R x Σ, where Σ is a three-manifold of nontrivial topology, whose boundary has topology of the form dΣ ~ S², and if furthermore the hypersurfaces Σ are all space like, then the region Ω contains a quasipermanent intra-universe wormhole.

Kindergarten physics you say… YES! Now, of course, any 5 year old can tell you those two facts, but the real genius was in third discovery.

3.  The grandfather paradox may not exist because of the seemingly indeterminable particles at the Universe’s End.

True, the location and origin of the Universe’s End is unknown and its exact details are only known to a few but the existence of transversable wormholes are all the proof we need. Many a great archaeophysicists have spent a lifetime looking for the Universe’s End.  Even I tried for a few years but it was too elusive. I leave that hunt for the young and foolish.

Myths ruminate stating that beings from the future visited our forefathers with the knowledge we possess and helped them discover what was necessary for deep space travel and wormhole technology. Ancient books do allude to this possibility but is that not just another paradox which stumped those in the 23rd century?

No matter how Bertal Einthorne attained his knowledge or how we did, it is an absolutely astounding discovery, worthy of a celebration! It is truly amazing what the human mind is capable of understanding and creating, if only we remember that our capacity to meet challenges is limitless.

As always and until next time, remember to “stay hungry, stay foolish.”

February 26th, 4038
by Dorthy Dabbledots

The Three Men

Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and it is no wonder why Ematica requires music of its students. Ancient humans, like us, used music to express that which has no words. I am shocked to discover the lack of music being played now. In dark times, music can reach the soul.

I remember the first ancient song I heard. I was a young graduate of Ematica, eager to succeed and to explore but full of doubt. I found myself, like most Ematica graduates, with the universe at my feet and unsure what the next step should be. My experiments had been going horribly wrong. I was not sure if inter-dimensional reflections of sub-prime matter was my true calling. Heading out to the unknown universe to discover the source of sub-prime matter seemed daunting. I doubted my abilities, yet the budding new field of archaeophysics strengthened my courage as an explorer. I needed to rethink how I  approached my experiments, to reorganize my thoughts and to relax so I headed to the Galactic Music Consortium.

Filled with the energy of Ematica student musicians practicing and or listening to the ancient archives, the Galactic Music Consortium always put my heart and mind at ease. I sat quietly, contemplating. When suddenly I noticed a new pattern of music from the corner of my eye. It was an odd mix of instruments I had never heard or seen before. The song took me out of the actual, whispering to me what seemed like a secret, and made me wonder who am I and for what, whence, and whereto and who was Al? The song was a parable of three men.

The first man believed he lived life as he should but fate had been cruel to him. He wanted his opportunity for greatness handed to him on a silver platter. He wondered how he would escape from the trapped life he lived. The second man wanders around with a short attention span and no true focus. Fearful of what to do and what his path should be, there are incidents and accidents. The third man gives up everything to pursue what he loves. He has no money and no knowledge of the culture but he understands the virtue in the simplicity of truly living. He can stop and look at his world with a new vision of freedom spinning in infinity. The third man could see angels in the very fabric of everyday life. Out of pure joy and relief, he shouts, “Hey, Hallelujah!”

After sitting on the bench and listening to the ancient parable of the three men, every fear I had about not succeeding floated away. I would follow my heart to ends of the universe to be an archaeophysist.

I don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard. Do you?

We maybe thousands of years more advanced than those who wrote the parable of the three men but music is still a magic beyond everything we know today.

As always and until next time, remember to “stay hungry, stay foolish.”

January 25th, 4038
by Dorthy Dabbledots

What’s Next?

Those in quest of knowledge and discovery tend to be a bit maniacal. Myself included. I was once on expedition with a group of archaeophysicists who kept discovering light distortions in wrong, weird places and had a hard time convincing others that we were not on drugs. We even united for a few months in the Society of Maniacal Light Distorters just outside the Great Hall of Science. And, as many of the stories that follow amply illustrate, the quest to perceive new ideas and concepts is an occupation of perseverance, irreverence and exceptional abilities.

Some F.A. Darts would claim that this personality is largely a gift of birth, though many, deprived of the opportunity as youths, later discover its joys. I always wonder how I went from the streets of Helenixa to the temperate bright light distortion filled chaos of Fulgur in quest of its power source.
One lovely aspect of discovery, besides its continuity through time, is that the required human talents defy rankings, formal education, and professions. It’s an obsession! It is innate in all of us as the ancient papers of Earth 650 BC prove.

But let’s not romanticize. The quest for knowledge and discovery began in earnest with conquest. To be powerful was to have more knowledge than anyone else in the known living world. Specimens of yore, during the 18th century Earth civilization, were sent dead and alive back to the “mother” countries – the ancient idea of borders and governments vying for power, to rich collectors and put in display.

Today, most of the 2.5 septillion specimens and elements are not in collections. Some archaeophysicists recently became aware that there are not only livelihoods, but also prestige in finding profitable elements of undeniable power. However, we decided long ago, as Galactic Citizens to step away from ancient ideas of power and distribution of knowledge. We came to the conclusion that sharing knowledge openly and equally is the only way to discover what is next. Until recent dark events put a hindrance on openness, we archaeophysicists strived to discover and to share with equal maniacal blind obsession.

I plead with those that hold the keys to knowledge not to close the gates. We must keep progressing forward in complete honesty, unafraid of the unknown and unexplainable. We must be as transparent as the material that makes this universe work.

The most successful archaeophysicists will be those who admit the stark past and help rectify the wrongs, clarify the unknown. They can, for instance, gather elements to eternalize all the rare paper resources left. They can assure that duplicates are placed with the bright young minds of Ematica, and help guide the next generation towards future expeditions for precious resources. If done right, the forty-first century collector will also be a diplomat and a source of healing. This doesn’t stop the fun. It just adds humanity to the mania.

And the forty-first century will have new and more focused archaeophysicists. There have been too few explorers for artifacts and elements that remain the most undescribed. We need fervor for light distortions, fulgur occurrences, ithaca shields, and why and how they all interconnect a planet with its atmosphere and the universe. I personally would enjoy a study on how these occurrences affect our human sensibilities.

As I finished this issue, I had lunch with Wendy Wildred, who was helping the Great Hall of Science by characterizing every universe from ancient texts; yet, she yearned to study fulgurs in nature, to venture to far unknown quadrants, to discover and to always keep asking, “What’s next?”

I thought: If this issue can find one lover of discovery and adventure, who is willing to risk comfort and contentment, it will have done enough.

As always and until next time, remember to “stay hungry, stay foolish.”