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The Time Travelers Dilemma - (2) Contacts
From a lecture by Dr. Nakey:
“Think of our universe as a rubber sheet. Then consider a wave that is traveling within this universe. If the sheet were flat, and bounded, then a wave originating in the center would travel out, reach the edges, reflect, and eventually pass through it’s origin point as it returned, with the wave most likely not reconstructing at it’s origin point, unless of course the universe were a perfectly spherical orange, in which case the originating event could reconstruct itself at the origin point at some time in the future, with the amount of time that had passed given by the length of the radius of the orange times the speed of light.
Next consider our universe as a rubber band, not a flat rubber sheet in the sense of Einstein, but more like a rubber band of finite thickness twisted and folded onto a pencil. Now reconsider our wave. It has three (semi-Euclidean) directions of propagation, one along the length of the rubber band, one along the width of the rubber band, and one through the depth of the rubber band. The waves that travel through the depth of our twisted rubber band will encounter along the flat edge a different section of our rubber band, and propagate through the boundary of the rubber band to a different place or time. If we regard the length of our rubber band as a timeline, rather than a direction in space, then voila, we have an ability to communicate back and forth in time. Once we are thinking of our problem in the right way, then the real work is in the modeling and engineering.
20th century physics managed to overlook this simple consideration, and instead focused on considering particles going faster than the speed of light, which of course, will never work. They also had become smitten with the thought of PHYSICALLY jumping through time, which any modern day freshman physics student knows violates conservation of mass and conservation of momentum laws.
First Contact - Wrong Number
First contact with the subject of my investigation came unexpectedly and was not recognized until years later. It was a phone call. The phone call was on one of those old dial type phones with a real physical cord connected to a wired telephone network. It used a physical cord leading from the device to a second device with something like a microphone on one end and a tiny speaker on the other end. There was a bell underneath the dial and inside the casing of the telephone. The bell would ring when someone dialed the number and sought to talk to you.
One day the phone rang and the Mother answered it in the manner of those times, where you said 'hello' followed by your last name and the word ‘residence’. That was the polite way to answer the phone back then. When she hung up she said “That was odd. It was a young boy looking for his father. I told him he had the wrong number, but he insisted that he wanted to talk to his father.” Then she asked the Father “Have you been cheating on me?” That started a rather loud discussion, and the kids were sent off to bed.
That turned out to be the first of a long series of wrong-number phone calls. These wrong-number phone calls continued for years, becoming more spaced out over time (no physics pun intended), but following the family around even after they moved. The themes were usually the same, ‘How are things in the zoo?’; ‘How’s the jungle today?’; ‘Are the elephants OK?’; ‘Are the tigers OK?’; apparently all from the same young boy seeking his father. Weird, but the Mother eventually became paranoid over it. The rest of the family just thought it was somebody’s idea of a joke. The persistent theme and the Fathers inability to explain why the boy called us to seek his father eventually grew into a rift that stressed the entire family. The Father could only tell us the truth and say he didn't know; which of course was the case, because none of us (including me in the subconscious) knew the callers side of the story. And even when we did hear it, we failed to connect it to the wrong numbers.
Vacationer, Phone Home
Then the visits began. The visits that have already been reported are quickly summarized below. The visitor turned out to be the same person as the caller behind the wrong numbers. I will call him 'the vacationer'. The vacationer originally had claimed to be from Hawaii.
The initial visit was simply children trading tall tales, including ones about aliens.
Some of the subsequent visits were about music and the sister losing her flute, and an exchange of visits where the boy got his first taste of cool-aid. The vacationer’s father had left him and his mother, reportedly not by his own choice. I developed the impression that the vacationer feared his father might return and do them harm. The vacationer even sought suggestions for alias names, but to be truthful all that I can remember on that was talk of ‘Hussein or Mohammed’. The other names are lost from memory. But that one discussion and the almost unnoticed details lead me to believe (in retrospect) that this sequence was the contact that was originally the main goal of the mission.
One day, for whatever reason, the children's play had turned to talk of comic book heroes. They decided to compare favorite heroes. The boy tried to say his favorite hero was Spock from Star Trek, but that didn't go over too well since Star Trek wasn't a comic book. He finally settled on ‘Batman’. The vacationer claimed his favorite was ‘Kato’ from the Green Hornet. In the end they both chose heroes from Television shows who just happened to be comic-book heroes.
The talk turned to Cowboy’s and Indians, and how they weren't always enemies, in fact sometimes they were blood brothers. In fact, in some movies and television shows of the time, Indians and White men who were blood brothers were almost always regarded as heroes. So the two decided to do that too, but did not know the specifics on how. The vacationer wanted to cut his arm lengthwise, claiming he had done it that way once before. Horrified, I jumped to the front of conscious thought long enough to exclaim ‘Cut your thumb! Not your arm!’ In the end they settled for small nicks to the thumb and pressed their thumbs together, and swore an oath to always be friends. But, the next visit took the new-found friendship way too far.
That next visit was to his house. The boy briefly saw the mother of the vacationer, a beautiful blond woman sitting at a kitchen table turned in profile to watch us as we traversed the hall to his room. When we got to his room, he excused himself. Shortly afterwards, his uncle came in, a teenager. That confused the boy some since all of his own uncles were older than his Mother.
The teenager carried a knife, and he announced "time to play Undercover and Revolutionaries". This did not go well for the boy whose subconscious I had inhabited. The teenager relayed a story about how the vacationer was blessed and his father regarded him as the savior for his people, and that he was sent by his brother (father of the vacationer) to watch over and guard him. He then outlined their plan for world conquest, which in turn meant the downfall of the United States. Holding the knife up and slowly waving it back and forth, he then outlined the role they had chosen for the boy (my host). He was to be part of a group that would blow up a landmark in Chicago, named the Sears building. Further he wanted the boy to swear (waving the knife back and forth) or bad things would happen. I realized the danger the boy was in, and forcefully injected the value "Survive" into his conscious mind, forcing him to do whatever was needed to get out of there alive. So of course the boy swore, and got out of there alive. Meeting the prime objective "do not interfere" would be of no use if the results of the contact could not be reported back out.
If I have not mentioned it, this was 1968 or1969. The vacationer was not in the room at the time. But that was no matter, since the uncle then outlined the plan for his nephew. His nephew was to be a figurehead in the overthrow of American values and American ways, so that the rest of the world could share in the riches of America. First they would steal the wealth of America, and then undermine it from within. When I look back with recently added knowledge, I wonder if the teenager was the vacationer in a mask, emulating Kato perhaps. More likely though, the vacationer was just another innocent, duped by skillful psychological manipulation of his pain and ego, an easy subject to be molded into a Chalaque King.
Needless to say, the boy ratted out to his Father (the survival instinct) and today it is noteworthy that the Sears tower still stands, although by a different name. Nevertheless, the Father also demanded that they boy never speak of the incident. So of course the boy swore, and was now doubly oath bound.
This event was roughly near in time to a visit from the Grandparents in DC. When the Grandmother found out that the two had cut their thumbs and pressed thumbs together to become Blood Brothers, well, she became as angry as I ever saw her. She shouted “You don’t know what kind of diseases those people carry in their blood! And now you might have it too! You’re a disgrace!” The boy was young and did not understand the apparent concern, but I recognized it as a prejudice of the sort near to extinct in my time.
The Visits End?
The next and last visit from the vacationer was a fight of sorts. The vacationer had gotten the boy in trouble with the parents and grandparents. Simple respect for those who are elder AND wiser led to a need for a fight. So the two wrestled, the boy held the vacationer down on the ground, head under his left arm, and right balled fist briskly running back and forth across the top of his head while he hollered 'Noogies!'. That made the vacationer absolutely furious, and he hollered back, "Stop calling me a ..." (you know what he thought he was hearing).
The boy grew up a lot that day. He had learned the hard way that the Hawaiian tan was not really a tan. The family moved shortly after, yet another Navy move, and this would be their last move. But the story does not end there. The boy was to have one more contact with the vacationer before the family moved.
- The Time Travelers Dilemma - (1) Entry
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- The Time Travelers Dilemma – (3) Tangled
This is the third part in a fictional investigative story as told by a time traveling investigator. As Schrodinger might say 'Any similarity with reality is probably true'.
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