Robert Lutece (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ablankpage) wrote2013-09-26 11:15 am
ablankpage) wrote2013-09-26 11:15 am
Voxophone 4/?? - Voice
[A strange experiment, Robert thinks, but he's grateful for it. It allowed for a demonstration of the capabilities of the world to Rosalind without providing an experience that might have injured her. Better, certainly, than his own first encounter with such things.
Now that it is is passed, though, they can resume their work.
It's the middle of the afternoon when he opens the Journal again. He's used it as a sort of voxophone before -- storing his thoughts and sharing them with others. There is no reason not to do it now.]
It remains my theory that this world we reside in does not exist parallel to other worlds but is, in fact, a tangent world, crossing many universes with many timelines at a metaphorical angle. [If it ran parallel, in his experience, there might be accounting for the variations on one particular world -- and it was still possible that everyone here was merely from extreme variations of the same world -- but not inconsistencies in timeline. A Booker DeWitt who stepped out of July 12th, 1912 would arrive in the world of Columbia on July 12th, 1912.
A tangent line, however, could take, for this example, a DeWitt from July 12th, 1912; an Elizabeth from February, 1909; a Rosalind from October 19th, 1899. It had not, but it answered for how such things -- as had been observed in their own case in a small way and in others' in much more noticeable strides -- happened.]
It is even possible that, rather than in a particular time or place, this "Luceti" occupies some stable portion of the possibility space. [If the possibility space was an infinite as he and Rosalind believed, then it, like worlds, contained infinite possibilities. A pocket of it might well house them now.] This would account for the variable nature of the world -- the ability to alter time, perception, and even the permanency of death.
There is no way to test this theory save to attempt to recreate our machine and access the Lutece Tear, so we are resolved.
Now that it is is passed, though, they can resume their work.
It's the middle of the afternoon when he opens the Journal again. He's used it as a sort of voxophone before -- storing his thoughts and sharing them with others. There is no reason not to do it now.]
It remains my theory that this world we reside in does not exist parallel to other worlds but is, in fact, a tangent world, crossing many universes with many timelines at a metaphorical angle. [If it ran parallel, in his experience, there might be accounting for the variations on one particular world -- and it was still possible that everyone here was merely from extreme variations of the same world -- but not inconsistencies in timeline. A Booker DeWitt who stepped out of July 12th, 1912 would arrive in the world of Columbia on July 12th, 1912.
A tangent line, however, could take, for this example, a DeWitt from July 12th, 1912; an Elizabeth from February, 1909; a Rosalind from October 19th, 1899. It had not, but it answered for how such things -- as had been observed in their own case in a small way and in others' in much more noticeable strides -- happened.]
It is even possible that, rather than in a particular time or place, this "Luceti" occupies some stable portion of the possibility space. [If the possibility space was an infinite as he and Rosalind believed, then it, like worlds, contained infinite possibilities. A pocket of it might well house them now.] This would account for the variable nature of the world -- the ability to alter time, perception, and even the permanency of death.
There is no way to test this theory save to attempt to recreate our machine and access the Lutece Tear, so we are resolved.
Re: [Voice]
[Spock was thinking 'what if the shelf is full?']
May I inquire as to an experience of yours? How was it dangerous?
[Voice]
So, the mind adapts. It creates an alternate story. One of the many abnormalities with this place, which makes me consider it potentially part of the possibility space.
If one accepts this story -- the replacing of old, true memories with new, manufactured ones -- then one simply adjusts and lives life. If one combats the story, however, and clings stubbornly to old ideas, then there are severe degrees of cognitive dissonance. The mind is at war with itself. The stress this produces can cause haemorrhaging. Sometimes a nosebleed that lasts two minutes -- sometimes one that lasts two hours.
Re: [Voice]
Then your theory... you believe this place to be a center point where these alternate timelines meet? I must admit, it was not a theory I had previously considered.
[And Spock had considered a lot.]
[Voice]
Possibly, we get pulled here because of those overlaps. A kind of disruption between universes.
Re: [Voice]
[Spock was getting into it.]
Would you care to meet in person? At your leisure of course.
[Voice]
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
[Because he is not leaving his work and research for this.]
Re: [Voice/Action]
[Spock promptly leaves and heads to House 36. Have a Vulcan knocking on your laboratory door.]
[Action]
[Robert doesn't bother to get up. No one said he was polite. He can play the part of a gentleman, but in his laboratory... all bets are off.
And it's currently his laboratory, as Rosalind has stepped out. Otherwise, Spock might be seeing double.
But, for now, the physicist is alone, ten or so different books open on a table while mechanical designs, equations, and scrawled theories have been pinned along a free wall.]
Re: [Action]
Politeness? The Vulcan wouldn't notice unless you become painfully offensive.]
Greetings. May I look at work?
[Spock indicates the wall. The Vulcan is polite to a fault, but that was mostly a language and privacy thing.]
[Action]
[Thus the reason for the spaces. For the blank area around the equations.]
Our memory is good, but not flawless. So, there are parts of the equations missing.
Re: [Action]
[Spock was avidly taking in whatever parts of the equation that was visible. It was really quite fascinating.]
[Action]
She is also here. This is our laboratory.
[So little "I" and "me," now. It felt good. Better to be a "we" and "us." Two halves of a whole, a team. Not... fractured.]
Re: [Action]
Does 'she' have a name?
[Who was this 'she'?]
[Action]
[Another few pages flipped, another note jotted down on the paper near him.]
The single most brilliant physicist I have ever met.
Re: [Action]
Do you and Miss Rosalind require any assistance?
[Action]
I make no promises, however. [After all, they'd worked along together for twenty years.]
Re: [Action]
Forgive me, Miss Lutece.
You will find that there are many individuals who seek answers to the phenomenon that is this world. I have found that collaboration is more logical than working alone.
I will take my leave. Good day Mister Lutece.
[Action]
[It seemed, to him, the soundest way to approach the matter. They had, after all, conquered this barrier before. Rosalind had disproved his entire book, dedicated to the difficulties in crossing universes. She had opened the way for him, and he had been his own experiment.
Then they'd spent nearly twenty years improving the process.
Once they could see the work of others, judge it according to its values and hindrances, and see how it would complement their own, they would begin to discuss collaboration.]