Science Fiction Anaolgy

Dr. Warpenstein was not long returned from the alien portal to the stars. Maybe more importantly, not alien portal to the stars, but PARENTAL portal to the stars, because it turns out that the aliens were mankind's parents who had long since deceased from wars.
The doctor is back in his labyrinthine research and development center on Mars. He’s very busily laboring on a new machine; a new invention that rivaled any that he had previously fashioned. This machine was revealed to him from detailed schematics discovered from the alien worlds.
The idea is not entirely novel to the doctor for he had wondered about such a contrivance. His knowledge had not developed to a design stage. The alien solution was preternatural.
He was about to enter into a strange new reality. He would construct a VIRTUAL TIME MACHINE! The idea reflected on questions and beliefs that have passed down through recorded history: notions of phenomenon seeing bodies simultaneously in two different locations called “bilocation”; beliefs that an entity “double” of an individual’s physical body could separate itself from the individual and travel out-of-body experience “astral travel”; feelings that the universe and our influence on it exist simultaneous in spite of the Theory of Relativity and Lorentz contraction. The catalog of phenomenon was long.
The new Time Machine would meld many of those quasi-physical opinions of reality. The notions might be answered by REAL SCIENCE. What had long been speculation and pseudo-science could now be given a new life in reality: Is it possible to return to the past? Can we change the past? Will justice be administered to those who once lived and broke the rules? Is there such a thing as eternal life? Will man travel throughout the universe, and go where no man has gone before, or will he never depart his home Solar System? The answers were about to be rendered . . .
Since the beginning of civilized society man has wondered about, and in many ways, hoped for certainty and absolute power over the unpredictable world. Well, is it possible? The doctor could finally imagine an answer so remarkable and unexpected, as to believe that one will never die, or pay taxes. The answers are all intertwined within notions of infinity and forever and those eternal concepts of the endurance of matter and energy; or will the laws of nature be squelched in the end, and then, to be thrown asunder once more, back out into a new and much different universe
The doctor sit in his luxurious captains chair imagining the possibilities, all of which have been conjured up by mankind for ages: That one could die and a billion, billion, billion, billion years, and more, could pass within an infinite universe, and the odds would return one to be reborn at the exact moment of ones death; there to complete the journey to the end of time.
Of course, this could only be true if the rules require an iterate return to the living at a precise moment of ones death. For why else would reality return one, with a modern brain, to a more primitive past? This repetition would be repeated until ones intelligence has finally earned the omnipotence necessary for meriting an eternal place at the end of time, and then, an eternity as a new order of a brand new evolving universe.
There's a reason why one is born at a particular moment in evolution. The doctor was born at exactly 1945, and not years, or centuries earlier. He would not likely return at any earlier period in the evolution of time and Earth. His development would continue each time he returned until science and the human race realized a kind of immortality and omnipotence. At least, that was what the logic suggested.
Of course, the doctor realized that this explanation was very weak and convoluted. The argument begged a question, "Are ones parents (and others) already reborn somewhere in the world?" Still, one can always imagine an iterate birth to one of an infinity set of parallel realities. He had a much better explanation, and his new VIRTUAL TIME MACHINE would prove it.
Yes, sometimes it’s true, things can be hidden in plain sight. Knowledge about time travel had been right there under mankind’s noises FOREVER, right there in his mind and memory.
Dr. Warpenstein strutted around the Virtual Time Machine like a child with a new toy. It stood some thirty feet across the middle of an immense room. Nothing could stop his experimenting this time. All of the intellectuals here on Mars, well, they were all with him. His androids were all at his command, and Dr. Andersen was right there ready, and hoping for a successful tryout for the machine.
It was only a few weeks latterly that the doctor had discovered the schematics for the time machine. Apparently, the machine had been design, but never actually tried out. The doctor quizzed long over the correctness of the design. Had our forefathers made a mistake? Would the machine really work? The doctor researched and tested the myriad of possibilities before arriving at this final stage . . . the real thing, an actual tryout of the VIRTUAL TIME MACHINE.
Locked within every individual and his/her relatives (also, all of mankind) is an exact memory video record of the past. Our conscious memory is largely spares and confined within the calabi-yau shapes and strings associated with the atomic particles of memory - Nothing is ever forgotten from history. Science’s anthropic principle held true.
It was true that all histories are possible, but we live exclusively within our personal history, and within our personal history nothing is ever created or destroyed (also, matter and energy remains close to its origination throughout history - we may be breathing some of the same oxygen atoms breathed by our ancestors); it just changes logical form; it can be replayed.
That was not the whole of it, one would return to a two-brane (two-dimensional) reality all ones own. There was an infinite number of these recorded histories and only one could be visited by any one individual at a time; however, an infinite number of them could be recreated and remade by an individual. In other words, one could return to his past and remake it into a two-brane reality, and there, marry that High School girl/guy you once failed to WOO. But really, what did all this mean in a real (Three-D) world?

None of this time travel could adversely influence ones three-dimensional past. Unlike speculations that, should one return to the past and shoot ones parent, one might simply disappear from reality; it's not the way of the universe. The history from (Three-D) time would be recreated within the Virtual Time Machine as a Virtual world existing only within a specific Time period. It could be remade an infinite numbers of times, and the futures of each possibility could be different . . . INCREDIBLE!
There is much more to the Time Machine. You there in your own personal past Virtual History would be completely safe from harm. You could live and experience that world while being snatched from the grasp of death by a bodement in the Time Machine.

Into the bargain, the virtual world would not permit savage treatment of virtual beings beyond a reasonable threat. Savage human beings will have no place within the Virtual Time Machine; and those already within the Virtual world will meet their justice from YOU. Furthermore, by the time that the doctor informs mankind of the Time Machine he will have changed (human nature).
How does the Virtual Time Machine Work?
When the doctor finally unraveled the schematic codes it was hardly a cliche’. It was hardly an epiphany. It was something grander than mere words could describe. It was a Magic Carpet ride, Aladdin’s Lamp, an eternal vision right out of the Arabian Nights and antiquity.
“Come along with me on a Magic Carped ride”, said the alien (our parent).
This time, it was a more poignant piece of evidence; that the aliens really were our parents. But then, Dr. Warpenstein was pretty convinced of that fact already. But then, how wondrous is the incontrovertible and VIRTUALLY tangible proof?
The Virtual Time Machine postulated an exact ingress into unerring mind memory. Inside the machine ones memory could be transposed from a three-brane dimension into a two-brane and infallible history of ones past . . . of anyone and anything as seen through ONES EYES. A world based on ones (only eyes) was exactly why the recreated past would be personalized within each revisited history. You will have returned to a past all your own. You, alone, would become its master in virtual two-brane reality.
The doctor marveled at the ingenuity. Our three-dimensional existence and memory was ephemeral because it inescapably deteriorates back toward two-brane reality; there it remains for most of time and space as determined by a quantum inseparability; its properties divided into exact Planck’s constants for aeons . . . Maybe not aeons, but a much longer period of time before reducing back into separate single Planck branes, or about ten billion, billion times smaller than a proton. The intellection was startling.
Considering that our three-dimensional world is a folded two-brane reality, the machine, using memory markers, simply unfolds our three-dimensions back into TWO; there they become a perfect record of the past selected.. Ones past, as seen from ones personal perspective, is unveiled . . . and can be relived, or remade. Simply, incredible!
Dr. Warpenstein couldn’t imagine any reason for further ruminating over the exact process. It is enough that it actually works. A three-dimensional being can remain safely in a two-brane dimension for ages before the Universe exhaust its order and once again collapses back into a primeval nugget the size of a Planck mass.
For the moment, it was as close to Occam’s Razor as the doctor would tarry. True, the present explanation was a somewhat spacious and ethereal kind of substance or conclusion compared to usual quantifiable data. For the time being, the doctor would not illuminate further.
So one is left with taking all of the “ifs” and “for sures” in a mere spacious delineation, one might still end up with a lot of “MAYBEs”. The exegesis was inherently complex. The doctor would elucidate soon. The concept was innately enigmatic within a unfamiliar actuality. Besides, the doctor wishes to provoke a magnificent surmise.
The doctor had but one remaining revelation from the VIRTUAL TIME MACHINE: Because of the extrapolation of the laws of the universe (laws true here on earth are also true throughout the universe) man may never "go where no man has gone before" as imagined in the movie STAR TREK. He can create any scenario that may exist within the VIRTUAL TIME MACHINE and "go where no man has gone before" without ever leaving his place of birth.
Dr. Warpenstein’s entire crew was there watching and ready for the first test of the VIRTUAL TIME MACHINE: Dr. Andersen was there; General Baumnsted was there. Well, just about everybody on Mars was there . . . TWOOY was there.
”TWOOY”, informs the doctor. “Place the rabbit in the machine”.
With a large retinues at stark attention, TWOOY places the rabbit directly in the middle of a prominent launching platform of the VIRTUAL TIME MACHINE. He withdraws hastily from the machine to the forefront of the large throng of witnesses. Dr. Warpenstein is standing ready at a large promenade of controls as his fingers flit lightly, cascading over an impressive chorus of buttons and knobs. Abruptly, he stalls with but one finger positioned ominously above the initiating button. Looking first to the entourage, and then, to the rabbit, he hesitantly presses downwards.
The Time Machine strums to life as it enfolds to embrace the rabbit; sealing itself off from three-dimensional reality; it disappears from view. In its place appears an enormous three-dimensional life like image of a rabbit being born to perceive a verging world for the first time. The image is not clear, but then, neither was the rabbit’s vision.
All of a sudden, the image is replaced by that of a lordly swaggering alien. His eyes piercing any veil, or any doubting his preeminence. He is standing there as though directly in their presents. He begins to speak!
”Doctor! Have you no FAITH? You send a rabbit in your stead...as your very first test subject”, rebukes the alien. “I must commend you, though. You have recreated our Time Machine perfectly. As a result, I’m here to show you earth’s parents from the stars, and how and when we brought your ancestry to this world many a millennium ago”.
”I stand here as a living being . . . just as real as you”, discloses the alien. “We had programmed the machine for our eternal resurrection at the very moment that you turned it on. Those of us who believed in the possibilities for the Virtual Time Machine are back to walk among you throughout time and eternity.
Just like the nonbelievers in your world, the nonbelievers in our world, will only exist within our memory inside the Virtual Time Machine. We will be their judge and jury and creator. Let me explain the final purpose for the Virtual Time Machine”:
”The Virtual Time Machine can be used to transpose your three-dimensional world into a peaceful place forever. You will become the judge whom decides who remains behind to rule over ones own personal virtual worlds, and whom will vanish from earth forever, to then, exist only in a Virtual world ruled by you and the favored worthy. You and the worthy will all possess a virtual world to rule from personal memories until the end of time.
The alien continues "Before you vanquish the undeserving, take a magic carpet ride with me, back to the beginning of all modern Homo sapiens on earth. Come sit with me on this magic carpet and travel back to earth’s most ancient history; a place were epic tales and legends arose. Those tales and myths have helped to spawn civilization on your world.
For the first time the doctor becomes aware of an enormous rug beneath the alien’s feet. He haltingly walks, as though drawn, toward the inviting prestige. The alien sits down on the carpet as he beckons to the doctor to do the same. The doctor, yet unsteadily, forces his legs to bend as his body sags ever so unsurely downwards. Finally, he is seated.
What could possibly hold him on the carpet's surface when it begins to fly?
The alien anticipating his concerns, speaks with a placating persuasiveness, “Do not be afraid. You can not fall off of the magic carpet”.
Although, what the alien had said was reassuring, the doctor was not reassured with the same conviction. Well, there was no going back. He was there for the ride.
In the midst of a zephyr, the magic carpet disappears . . . PUFF!
Dr. Warpenstein and the alien emerge above an ancient crescent valley somewhere in the Middle East. A small village looms ahead as they float ever so swiftly over small fields of grain. Shortly, they find themselves floating among shoddy huts made of dirt, clay, and rocks; when unannounced, cries of alarm fill the air. Panicky eyes and outstretched arms and fingers point toward the sky. The doctor looks upwards to gleaned the object of their terror. The silhouette of an enormous craft effervesced in the bright sun light of high-level cirrus clouds. Its colossus size is drifting ever so slowly and ominously downwards toward the village.
It was the ancient episode foretold by the aliens, of our ancestors from the Stars whom would arrive to hasten the evolution of man.
Dr. Warpenstein and the alien sit placidly on the Magic Carpet, completely invisible to their surroundings, as the enormous craft suddenly stays it descent. Huge shuttle crafts exit the ship descending in all directions. Clouds of mist spray from beneath the shuttles as they traverse the relatively clear sky above the villages and primitive peoples. The orderly movement of the shuttles drifts back and forth, from on end of the valley to the other, in an intelligent cross pattern. The nearly imperceptible mist drifts downwards toward utterly ignorant and oblivious breaths of air. Its only effect is on homo sapiens and not lesser animals.
Nano-Molecular idiosyncratic patterns of genetic RNA and DNA had been bio-engineered with complex computer like intendment to, unheralded, enter into the bodies of the primitives byway of breath-of-air, and there, with the aid of viruses to slit the human cell nucleus and implant a new and improved genetic ensoulment. The aliens continued to spread the new genetic message throughout the as-yet small world of humanoids on Earth. It was now time for the next phase of their colonization.
Waves of shuttle crafts transport alien colonist to a nearby mountain range. Incredibly advanced survival gear are stored in caves and makeshift shelters to await the construction of more formal habitations.
(You see, the massive ships above must return to their home stars to aid the final battle for hope, sanity, and survival. This small colony would be left to fend for itself).
The colonist are not left helpless by any means. Many android command ships are stationed throughout earth’s near space and Solar System to protect the future of the world . Nonetheless, the androids are not permitted to interfere directly in the success of the colony. They can only protect the earth from cataclysmic events which could destroy the world; such as an extinction size impact from asteroids or comets. There would be no more mass extinctions like destroyed the dinosaurs some sixty-five million years ago.
The aliens possess technologies far advanced to many modern worlds - much less this primitive one. They would have no fear for their survival: They had stored in the mountain caves beautiful Magic Carpets that fly; Magic lamps with Genies that could cater to their every wish; books of knowledge to accomplish most anything imaginable. They had dreamt up their technologies in configuration that would transfix the imaginations of primitive peoples and spear their evolution to ever grander heights.
(You see, nature does not allow one to advance primeval peoples’ evolution instantaneously. Their intelligence may be improved instantly, but their evolution must be elaborated the old fashion way . . . over time).
Long, long ago, the aliens had understood that the most favorable way to hearten the evolution of a primitive world is to create legends, epic tales, and myths. Fantasies and fables can rule the verging mind. They would create folk tales that engender the imagination; then truth and falsehood; then right and wrong; and then, reasoned knowledge of science and technology.
The alien sit placidly beside Dr. Warpenstein on the Magic Carpet. They watched with great interest and amazement as the alien shuttles unloaded time after time before withdrawing one last time back into the formidable ships in the sky and vanishing (FOREVER?).
And yes, it turns out that their edict to the androids was considerably short sighted!
Dr. Warpenstein and the alien move forward through time as the colony builds magnificent palaces and temples. Their mansions supplant acres of land beside the River Euphrates in a today Iraq. Their lives become the stories and legends of ancient Babylonia. Their Sumerian language, like no other in recorded history, is past down through the epic tales of the Sumerians, Gilgamesh great flood, Hammurabi code, Sargon the empire maker of Akkad, and the laws of Lipit-Ishtar.
Much was to follow the great Gods (aliens) of the Bronze Age and the collapse that led to Chaos and the Dark Ages. By then the Aliens were gone and the myths and fables succeeded. Great sages arose in the lands, and the arguments continued on over truth and falsehood, right and wrong; and in time, over the meaning of an empirical conclusion and a supernatural explanation for the world.
The doctor believed that one might argue the difference between the supernatural (ensoulment) and the scienctific (or empirical conclusion) until one turned PURPLE; but then, all that will ensue is that, one would turn PURPLE.
Mathematical formulas may ascertain that the Universe came from nothing, but then, that nothing is always associated with something elsewhere in the formula. One may spend all the money in ones bank account, but then, there is always something elsewhere to refill the void. Such events are simultaneous and Mobius Loop . . . or they're not at all.
The meanings were simultaneous. It was a fruitless argument like, "which came first, the chicken or egg", "the beginning or end". To the doctor, they were simultaneous realities conexistent. Unlike the relative nature of two separate events in the Theory of Relativity, these entanagled events are simultaneous.
These arguments were much like wondering whether time exist; whereas time does not exist except as it relates to things, and things do not exist except as they relate to time. Nonetheless, time disappears within entangled realities at the beginning of time (Big Bang) and at all times within entangled events . . . So you may ask, but never get an answer before both are a reality; then the question is the same and the answer is the same quandary. Why? Because the answer will come when you get there(iterate). Because time seems implicit in every QUESTION when it may not be implicit in EVERY ANSWER (wrangle-dangle).
The doctor stopped ruminating. Their sojourn was meant to travel back into an age of the Aliens and the myths that followed. They were back in a time some 3000 years B.C.
The story of Gilgamesh, a Babylonian king, begins on a journey to find the secret of immortality. On his travels, he happens upon a survivor of a great flood sent by the Gods. The survivor, Utnapishtim, is forewarned by the alien God, Enki, to construct a boat to save his family and friends, including artisans, animals.
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