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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[Spock was avidly taking in whatever parts of the equation that was visible. It was really quite fascinating.]
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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.]
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Does 'she' have a name?
[Who was this 'she'?]
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[Another few pages flipped, another note jotted down on the paper near him.]
The single most brilliant physicist I have ever met.
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Do you and Miss Rosalind require any assistance?
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I make no promises, however. [After all, they'd worked along together for twenty years.]
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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.
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[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.]