I.D.E.A. Log: Firmament

Colin Kubiaczyk

Description

When you stumble upon the process to create portals to other worlds it certainly opens up a myriad of possibilities. Alternate histories, unexplored lands ripe with resources, webs of conspiracy that span generations, global wars…

When Robert and his childhood friend, James, drop out of school to pursue their passions for science, the last thing they expect is to successfully create a portal to another universe. While perfecting this unbelievable discovery, they quickly find themselves increasingly over their heads.



Amassing wealth and acclaim, the boys struggle to maintain their grip on this incredible but dangerous technology amid the ruthless corporate world and secret societies. Things escalate more when they find a crimson-eyed, silver-haired woman in a mansion within a strange forest. Unbeknownst to Robert and James, they are now part of a power play that begins to stretch across worlds.



When the two scientists created a portal to another universe, they revealed a myriad of possibilities, including alternate histories and unexplored lands ripe with resources but also potential violence. With an interdimensional war on the way, the lives of innocent people are at stake. Lies begin to mount, and the war Robert and James never saw coming waits to burst forth and change the fate of these two realms forever.

Sujets

• Science Fiction
• Multiverse
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 19 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665746434
• Langue: English

Extrait

I.D.E.A. LOG: FIRMAMENT
 
 
 
 
COLIN KUBIACZYK
 
 
 
 
 
Copyright © 2023 Colin Kubiaczyk.
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-4642-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-4643-4 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023912346
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 07/10/2023
CONTENTS
1 ENTRY
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 
>>gnOSis Initializ ing …
>>Version 10.0 7.04
>>For a better futu re<<
>>Er ror …
>>Parsing requ est …
>>Load ing …
>>Logging on …
>>Greetings Ḩ͕̲̹̝̀ͅz̺̫̼̰̣͙̭i̳̱̜̱͖̟̣̟̭z̶̵̵̙̥͙̪ ͙̺ͅH҉̵̱͓̯̹̳̘̦͉͡r̡͎̲̜̘̜̼̭̹̕m̯̼͙͕͇͚̗̝͘͝͠x̸̲̯̳̰̖̦͟o̶͎̣̕͢z̰̣̖̘̝͕r̷̼̥͔̫͈̟i ̵̡͈̙
>>Warning; corruption dete cted
>>Beginning system s can …
>>Verify ing …
>>Not all files verified, contact system administr ator
>>Access https://i-d-e-a.carrd.co/ for further info
>>Converting to current dimensional time dilat ion …
>>Trans-dimensional geolocater actuat ing …
>>Attempting to connect to a multiversal transmit ter …
>>Accessing Fi les …
Time passed since inci dent:
Years [499]
Month s[12]
Day s[31]
Current Dimension: CF-YELLO W-11
Time allotted in current dimen sion:
Yea rs[0]
Mont hs[7]
Day s[25]
Processing requ est …
Begin log play back:
“Scientific discovery and scientific knowledge have been achieved only by those who have gone in pursuit of it without any practical purpose whatsoever in view.”
-Max Pl anck
1 ENTRY
F or as long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated by science. I delighted in the thrill of discovery and how scientists disassemble and piece together everything from tiny molecules in a grain of salt all the way up to the machinations of the universe itself. Early on I was enrolled in a program that was used to determine my intellectual aptitude. Despite showing potential in this program, my parents decided that it was best for me to have a normal education. From this decision I met my best friend, James. Very quickly we found each other talking about topics like science fiction and our combined dream of becoming scientists one day. As school went on, we both realized our favorite subject was physics. Our dream was to one day work together on huge projects in that field. Whether it be researching alongside others at the Hadron Collider, or observing atoms to deduce possible alterations in them, we both brought our share of enthusiasm to the table. But we also tended to bring problems as well.
I would often get ahead of myself, which proved troublesome with certain projects. My idealism would also keep my head in the clouds thinking of ways to push a project forward instead of grounded and tangibly continuing it. Meanwhile, James tended to be a little hot tempered when it came to skeptics who insulted or doubted our work. This sometimes ended up with him and our peers having debates or outright pissing matches. He played a pivotal role in hypothesizing, where he’d then get the foundation for our work going. I tended to provide the hands-on experimentation that pushed the project off the ground. From there we both would equally observe, adjust, and formulate further hypotheses around our experiments. Early in our school career we had many successes, which earned us many awards. However, as time went on and our goals became greater, our results took longer to emerge, and we often did not get much credit for them. One of our more dubious projects we did in our senior year of high school had us trying to see if we could change the polarity of two particles at our whim.
Leaning down to adjust the voltage dial on the machine I slowly twisted it to the right before looking up at the numbers on the screen nearby.
“Perhaps we could also try adding some more amps to the base to test if the polarity will become stronger?” James speculated aloud.
With a nod I stood back up and slowly pressed down on the foot-pedal as we monitored the screen for changes. The more I applied pressure to the foot-pedal the more the two numbers for the separate particles grew closer to equal.
“Hmm … adding more amps seems to have done the exact opposite, they’re almost closing into each other.” I said, scratching the back of my head before brushing a few of my curly blond hairs from my eyes.
“Curious … that debunks that part of our hypothesis,” James concluded as he scratched at his goatee. “Let’s try increasing the voltage now to see if—”
“You two are still working on your particle repeller?” Miles, a fellow student and common dissenter of our work, stood at the door to our lab. His arms folded over one another as he gave us a mocking half smile. With an air of dismissiveness he stared at himself within the reflection of the lab’s windowed door. Preening his slick dark brown hair while also examining his teeth with another self assured smile he continued. “The both of you just don’t understand how meaningless your little project is.”
“You act like we care what you think of our project,” I retorted.
“Always trying to instill doubt in us when you can’t seem to get even one of your projects off the ground,” James said with a smirk. “It truly is petty.”
“Pfft, don’t get all high and mighty when my projects have actually gotten funding and council approval.” Miles scoffed.
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’ve only completed thirteen percent of your projects and only two of them yielded positive conclusive results” James said, raising his voice.
“Oooh, did I strike a nerve, James? Does it annoy you that none of yours and Robert’s projects get any approval? Does it piss you off how no one believes in you or your outlandish ‘goals’?” Miles said while doing air quotes with his fingers.
Did he honestly just do air quotes? Is he some pretentious valley girl? I thought. Glancing toward James I saw how his knuckles had become as white as his lab coat and he was beginning to noticeably clench his teeth. His glasses had noticeably shifted up from the way he had begun to glare at him.
“Miles, you narcissistic, egotistical, vain, fuckwit. We may not get approval, but time and time again we prove ourselves with our results!”
“It doesn’t matter when no one will back you up, nor wish to fund your work. Don’t you two see? Results really don’t matter as long as you give people a sense of wonder. Make them be wowed and think your work is God’s new miracle. All that matters in our line of work is getting the funding to get paid and get a few verifiable experiments so the people paying think we’re making progress. Why do you think NASA still gets money despite being unfunded by the government? Because some fools think they’ll actually make a discovery worth a damn.” Miles added as he stared at James and then myself. His green eyes seemingly cold and unforgiving as if to drive his cynicism into the core of our own minds as well.
“That is quantifiable bullshit,” I responded. “And even if it wasn’t, we don’t care and will continue to do the projects we love and search for new discoveries. So on behalf of James and I we kindly ask you to piss off and leave us to our work.” Without another word Miles just smirked and left the room. “What a dick!” I exclaimed.
“God, he pisses me off. I could use a coffee and a smoke. Wanna grab something quick?” James asked with a sigh.
“Yeah, I could use a break after that. Let’s finish our observations and go grab one.”
We both finished up our research files and recorded all of our findings before throwing our lab coats on the hanger. Heading out of the labs, we made our way to a local coffee shop grabbing a couple cups of coffee and sitting on the patio outside so James could have his smoke.
Taking a breath from his cigarette he exhaled, staring at the cars that passed. “A coffee and smoke always help calm my nerves. I know I shouldn’t smoke but it just soothes me too much.” He sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette and exhaling the smoke once more. Flipping the butt into an ashcan.
“Well, we technically didn’t succeed in creating a particle repeller, but we did manage to create a particle magnetizer!” I shifted the topic.
“I consider it a success regardless. Plus, once we announce our accomplishment we’ll show everyone that instant gratification isn’t nearly as satisfying