Panaura's Box
Newton left us a gift. Tesla wrapped it up and Hawking put a bow on top. It was the brilliance of Dr. Panaura that opened it for the whole human race.
Dr. Panaura had found a way to trap energy and shape it. Using accelerator kilns, she’d bind the light with the electricity. By using a series of ceramics and mirrors, she’d weave the energy into a tight overlapping grid. The waves would move in a pattern that generated their own power through recursive timestreams.
Physical relationships warp at higher velocities. Anything with appreciable mass cannot be accelerated to lightspeeds.
In effect, she’d make plates of invisible energy that borrowed energy from past versions of themselves. She knitted light into primitive jointed garments.
The armour tapped into the missing seventeen per cent of the universe. It was a marriage of Newtonian physics and the unified field fueled by funneled electricity.
It worked on a universal scale. It stole kinetic energy but weighed nothing. It was bulletproof in the same way that a planet was. Any force applied to was absorbed.
It could be worn as an invisible suit of armour that nothing could penetrate.
She was hailed as a saviour. Any industry that needed a hard surface benefited immediately. Architectural masterpieces blossomed. The military now had invincibility. Hard materials were possible with no natural matter being used.
The first kiln in room 10 of Berkeley University was referred to as Panaura’s Box.
A little later, Dr. Panaura found a way to record binary information into the peaks and valleys of the waves. Information that could be sent through time.
She set up a receiving station in her office. That receiving station was anchored at 3:45 PM, August 22nd, 2018.
As soon as she turned it on, the messages from her future self came pouring in.
Advice on theories, scores from sports games, inside knowledge on upcoming relationships and a thousand other subjects. Apparently, the future Dr. Panaura had no respect for causality.
Reality shattered.
Dr. Panaura became, in effect, a minor deity. She set up more message depots ten weeks apart and gave them addresses.
She answered questions. She’d forward questions back to the proper message depots and an earlier self would try to find out answers and forward them back to the future.
She employed people. Her earlier selves employed people.
Every message station became a corporation. Every ten days, she set another message depot up. She’d get to a deserted part of the world, set up a beacon, and turn it on. As soon as she turned it on, a building would materialize around it with an employee base that had always been there.
After August 22nd, 2018 at 3:45 PM, there were no more mysteries. Reality became as malleable as smoke in the air.
Every time reality changes, no one notices. It simply becomes the way it’s always been. There is a theory that we are shuffling through realities like an infinite deck of cards. We can’t tell. There is a theory that we’ve ended the universe or created the multiverse.
The only way to live here is to live here. I tried making some bets on upcoming games but they never pan out. Something changes, I guess, and the score changes, so that’s that. I don’t make a fortune and then lose a fortune; I just never had a fortune. If you see what I mean.
I have to accept that what is real right now is all I’ve ever known.
I wonder if one day, someone will send a message back and successfully set the wheels in motion to assasinate Dr. Panaura and put this world back into a place where her discovery never existed. I wonder if that’s even possible.
Not that I’d notice if it happened. This world would cease and I’d be in a world where her invention never existed. I’d never know the difference.
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Dr. Panaura had found a way to trap energy and shape it. Using accelerator kilns, she’d bind the light with the electricity. By using a series of ceramics and mirrors, she’d weave the energy into a tight overlapping grid. The waves would move in a pattern that generated their own power through recursive timestreams.
Physical relationships warp at higher velocities. Anything with appreciable mass cannot be accelerated to lightspeeds.
In effect, she’d make plates of invisible energy that borrowed energy from past versions of themselves. She knitted light into primitive jointed garments.
The armour tapped into the missing seventeen per cent of the universe. It was a marriage of Newtonian physics and the unified field fueled by funneled electricity.
It worked on a universal scale. It stole kinetic energy but weighed nothing. It was bulletproof in the same way that a planet was. Any force applied to was absorbed.
It could be worn as an invisible suit of armour that nothing could penetrate.
She was hailed as a saviour. Any industry that needed a hard surface benefited immediately. Architectural masterpieces blossomed. The military now had invincibility. Hard materials were possible with no natural matter being used.
The first kiln in room 10 of Berkeley University was referred to as Panaura’s Box.
A little later, Dr. Panaura found a way to record binary information into the peaks and valleys of the waves. Information that could be sent through time.
She set up a receiving station in her office. That receiving station was anchored at 3:45 PM, August 22nd, 2018.
As soon as she turned it on, the messages from her future self came pouring in.
Advice on theories, scores from sports games, inside knowledge on upcoming relationships and a thousand other subjects. Apparently, the future Dr. Panaura had no respect for causality.
Reality shattered.
Dr. Panaura became, in effect, a minor deity. She set up more message depots ten weeks apart and gave them addresses.
She answered questions. She’d forward questions back to the proper message depots and an earlier self would try to find out answers and forward them back to the future.
She employed people. Her earlier selves employed people.
Every message station became a corporation. Every ten days, she set another message depot up. She’d get to a deserted part of the world, set up a beacon, and turn it on. As soon as she turned it on, a building would materialize around it with an employee base that had always been there.
After August 22nd, 2018 at 3:45 PM, there were no more mysteries. Reality became as malleable as smoke in the air.
Every time reality changes, no one notices. It simply becomes the way it’s always been. There is a theory that we are shuffling through realities like an infinite deck of cards. We can’t tell. There is a theory that we’ve ended the universe or created the multiverse.
The only way to live here is to live here. I tried making some bets on upcoming games but they never pan out. Something changes, I guess, and the score changes, so that’s that. I don’t make a fortune and then lose a fortune; I just never had a fortune. If you see what I mean.
I have to accept that what is real right now is all I’ve ever known.
I wonder if one day, someone will send a message back and successfully set the wheels in motion to assasinate Dr. Panaura and put this world back into a place where her discovery never existed. I wonder if that’s even possible.
Not that I’d notice if it happened. This world would cease and I’d be in a world where her invention never existed. I’d never know the difference.
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