Surfin' USA and the Rest Of Time and Reality
If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat.
-Sun Tzu, The Art of War
With everything I've said so far, you may have the impression I have explained the entire science paper to you. That is incorrect. I have explained the first half. The relatively simple, easy-to-understand half. Well - it is by no stretch of the imagination, simple, but once I read the second half of the paper, the first half felt like a cakewalk. The second half was Charlie's theory about the nature of all reality, based on his and Dr. Scizan's discoveries while undergoing Destinies Touch. It was wildly interesting, to say the least, but it seemed to raise way more questions than it answered. Their theory barreled through the concreteness of time like a wrecking ball through a stained glass window. Our previously sensical solid time. The nice prim time had lived our lives in, was reduced to shards of light by their propositions.
They then picked up these pieces and began to make a mural out of them, but I felt like they were missing a shard. Something was needed if you wanted to answer to all the paradoxes scattered around.
I felt like I was trying to make sense of a story without the middle chapter. It felt like my brain shoving ideas in the empty space, but nothing was working. If we wanted to make a new mural out of these shards of glass, we would need a new piece. I think I know where to look to find it. I set down the pad and sat back, looking at Charlie. He looked up from his work expectantly.
"Charlie, you're an absolute genius. This is amazing." I said, glad to watch my friend's face light up from the praise, "This is world-shattering, but I think it's missing something."
"Thank you! Me and the Doctor-" He halted as he processed the end of what I said, "Missing something?"
"Yeah, a hole in the theory, and I think I know how we can patch it-" I said, almost grimacing. If I finished that thought, there was no going back.
He furrowed his brow and sat forward. I could see his brain beginning to speed up as if it had kicked into gear. "What kind of patch? Do you have a formula in mind?"
"Kinda, I can't quite say what," I paused. Guess no time's better than the present. "I know I'll be able to find it if you let me absorb the particles. I can't explain it until I've experienced the trance or whatever you call it."
"You want to do Destiny's Touch now?"
I sighed. Man, I'm dumb, I thought, "Yeah."
He opened his mouth and then closed it like he had hit an error code.
Standing up, I took a deep breath, there was no going back now. "I need reality ripped open for a moment so I can look behind the curtain. I can feel the beginning of something, and if I just look in the right place while in there, I think I can get an answer like you and the Doctor has been able to."
Charlie stood up and walked around the room, rubbing his face, and then came back and sat down. "We weren't planning on letting you undergo the trance for 3 more days and then starting with negligible amounts of the energy to let you get used to it." There seemed to be an internal battle going on inside of him, with sides I at the time didn't fully understand.
I was vibrating with terror once more. See, now they'll know you're a fraud. They won't let you go in, and if they did, it wouldn't change anything, a part of me whispered.
But if I'm right, you will never have a leg to stand on again. I responded to that voice. Oh, to all that is holy and good, I have to be right. If I'm not...
Then you're nothing.
I shook my head. I wouldn't even allow for that possibility. "Call Josh in here. I'll be able to convince him," I said, locking my jaw.
Soon Josh was in The Room of Ra. "So what's this, you ready to explain?" He said, folding his arms impatiently.
"Josh," I began with his first name, drawing me up to his level, "I need you to put me under."
"What?" He asked incredulously, his forehead becoming a pattern of angry lines. The terror came at me, but I pushed it away.
"Please, sir, I think if I undergo Destiny's Touch, I could find something. I read Charlie's paper, and something's missing, and I think if I go in, I can find it. I've signed the medical documents. I'm not afraid of what it might do to me," I said. At that moment, I realized I was terrified of what it might do to me. But I was so much more scared of losing this job. "Time is of the essence. You send me in, I will find it. I know we are missing something. I can feel it, but if I can go there and see it, I'll be able to get us ahead in the game."
"You think you could make a discovery there?" Josh asked.
"Yes, I'd stake my job on it."
He looked at Charlie, his face set as he seemed to receive some type of message from Charlie's face. He looked back at me and nodded to himself. "Then you will. Charlie, explain the basics of what he needs to do."
"But he has no training. It could be deadly!" Charlie protested.
"Charlie, we are teetering on the edge of the complete unknown. Training can't do much, and regardless, with what you saw in there, Charlie…." He paused and glanced at me, "Regardless of what happens, we'll learn something."
He still didn't look convinced, so I gave it one last go. "You went in there with no training, and you made it out. Let someone else have a turn," I reminded him, trying to make my voice light and threw in a wink.
Charlie bit his lip, looked at Josh, sighed, and then looked back at me. "Don't resist it, let it take you entirely, guide your path without going against the flow. It's like surfing. You have to ride the wave, but don't let it wipe you out."
I nodded but then paused, "Wait, you've been surfing, Charlie?"
He blushed, "No, but that's what I would imagine it would be like. But anyway, you'll want to avoid the places of extreme energy, and whatever you do, don't go into the radiance. You're definitely not ready for that."
I was beginning to really question my decision here. I could barely understand what he was saying. Waves? The radiance? It felt insane. I was just going to let them do this to me? Why didn't I just give them the best explanation I could and then accept training?
But I had to. If I was right, they could never fire me.
Charlie and Josh both typed in a code, and then atomic bomb style turned two keys on the control panel at the same time. The door of the little box opened, and the light switched on. Inside was a white chair with straps, wires, and a helmet attached to the back wall. Charlie showed me into the booth and helped me get situated.
Soon I was sitting in and on the most complex piece of machinery I had ever touched. It was holding my arms and legs down and monitoring almost everything about me that could be monitored. Heart rate, brain waves, breaths per minute, muscle tension, radiation coming from my body, and other things I didn't even understand. That was impressive enough, but then came the helmet.
The helmet looked like it might upload me to the mainframe. It was covered in nodes with wires snaking out from them and then connecting into one mass at the back of the helmet, flowing down into the chair. After I was situated, Charlie gingerly took it off the wall.
"This will both measure your brain waves and be the method by which we let the energy into your brain," Charlie said as he slipped it over my head and eyes. I felt it shift and make a very slight noise as it compressed around my skull, perfectly adjusting to the contours of my head. "We'll have you shave your head later so they can touch your skull more directly, but this works for now." His voice was muffled through the helmet. The helmet covered my ears and eyes, making it dark and quiet.
I tried to shift in the chair but found all the straps and wires were restricting me from even the slightest movement.
I was strapped to a chair, unable to move, eyes covered, about to be exposed to extreme particles foreign to this reality. Yup, this was a huge mistake, I thought as a monster nervous fart escaped. I have never enjoyed the fact that in stress, my colin responds instead of my brain. But it was a slight relief to me that is that they were quiet. That would have been an embarrassing thing to have people hear you do right before transcending time.
"How do you feel?" Charlie's muffled voice came through. Evidently, he had not smelled it yet.
"Fantastic," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
"Okay, then, I'll be outside the machine. You'll hear us through the helmet, but from here on out, you're on your own."
I used to go to this amusement park every summer with friends. I claimed to love rollercoasters. I was super ready and excited all the way in the line, but when I sat down and the worker locked the seatbelts on, and there was no going back, all of that changed. I wanted off, and the idea of going over the edge became soul-shaking.
I felt the same now, but instead of being strapped into an extraordinarily safe and extensively tested piece of entertainment, I was locked into a glorified electric chair. I heard Charlie close the door and hiss as it sealed. There was a wonderful and terrible lack of sound. All I could hear was my pulse in my ears and my own anxious breathing. I was sitting in complete silence and darkness. The chair was soft and holding me up. So it felt as if I was just floating in eternal nothing. I was just a whirling pool of self.
I wonder what they would do if I vomited? I thought as my stomach became an Olympic gymnast.
"Mathew, can you hear me?" Charlie's voice sounded crisply in my ears.
"Yup," I responded
"Okay," He paused. I could tell he was almost as nervous as me, "Are you ready for us to turn it on?"
"Mmmhmm" Was the only reply I could hazard.
"I'm going to need a direct verbal confirmation." He said.
"Yes, I'm ready. Hit me with those little time balls," I responded.
"The Dawn begins in 10, 9, 8, 7-"
If I die, those will be my last words, I realized.
"6, 5, 4, 3,"
Those would be some pretty crappy last words
Fitting I guess
"Sunrise ago." I heard a switch flip, and then, in my own poetic words, those time little time balls hit me.
Part two linked here ======>
(Part two is a bit short owo)