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.
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[He isn't surprised to see DeWitt. In fact, he only just looks up from his books.]
Eventually, at leas.
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Just what the hell are you thinking you're going to do with this?
[If it even sounds like what he's afraid of happening oh you are going to get so shut down every time you try something.]
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I hope to give them a door. One they can choose to step through.
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[Low blow. But no one ever said he was nice. Or reasonable in personal matters.]
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He does have the energy to curl his fist and soundly crunch it against the man's face and unless he sees blood he won't stop.]
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Robert spits on the ground, getting blood from his lip out of his mouth. He's definitely gotten the wind knocked out of him from the handling, too.]
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You got anything else to say to me?
[He hisses it, spits and shakes with the quickness of the absolute fury Robert has instilled in him. The man should know by now that Booker wasn't the type to just take things lying down. Nor was he the type to enjoy being reminded of his faults and mistakes.]
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Yes--
Show yourself out. I have work to do.
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Whatever you try, I'm gonna make sure it doesn't work. You hear me?
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[He glares, ignoring the blood on his face, ignoring just how much larger DeWitt is than he is.]
--I'm not.
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A Booker afraid is a Booker with violence on his mind.]
I just want to make sure I'm heard when I say that damn machine of yours isn't going to get off the ground floor.
[It's the catalyst that ruined his life as far as he's concerned. His and Elizabeth's.]
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[Robert glared at him, checking his hand to see if the bleeding had stopped. It seemed to.]
But that doesn't mean I'm going to listen.
If you think the threat of violence or any sort of opposition is going to stop me, you should remember who you're talking to, DeWitt.
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[Booker does not care how he is behaving right now, not by a long shot. Being a brute is what he does best and it's much easier than trying to be whatever version of sensible Robert knows.]
I'll do whatever I have to, count on that.
[With that he leaves. Stomping off in search of a drink, no doubt.]