The Tesla Machine

October 24, 1949

My Dearest Laila,

I pray you receive my previous correspondence and respond in kind. I am aware of the 6 month delay for post to arrive at your research camp in the arctic. How are you? Are the accommodations befitting?

Much has changed since I last wrote you. My duties as a Physics Professor at Harvard College have expired. I am presently in retirement and have secured a vast property in Northern Illinois. There, I plan to build a home to my liking to further my research and shall await your arrival. Oh how I long for you Laila, my love. Oh how I long for us to be reunited once again.

There are rumors afloat, that the estate I have secured had once belonged to the crazed Austrian Physicist Nikola Tesla. Apparently he had no will for the land, yet he was destitute when he had passed 6 years ago. From what I have learned, the Federal Bureau had confiscated all of his personal belongings and estates. Perhaps he had forgotten of his ownership to this property, however many say that it was here that he hid a secret from the world, therefore refrained from drafting a will. Though it makes no sense, the location is very large and not well hidden at all. Of course, they may very well be rumors.

Take care, Laila my love and be safe. I shall await earnestly for your response.

Forever yours,

Robert

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December 19th, 1949

My Dearest Laila,

Not much has changed since I last wrote to you. There is no doubt that the estate belonged to Tesla, I’m sure of it. Unfortunately, it seems that the property has been stripped of everything, only the walls and roofs remain.

However throughout our search I did come across a quite peculiar object. A locket, in the shape of a heart, hidden away in a closet. I say peculiar because of what’s inside.

Once opened, it contains a clock, but not one of the standard variety. The clock face shows 80 minutes, not 60. There are 5 hands, moving at different speeds, the slowest being the same speed as a second hand. One of the hands moves in reverse. For the life of me I can not figure out what the purpose of this device is. Any idea? I assure you once I have more information, I will let you know.

Be safe Laila, my dear. I wish you were here so we could work together to solve this mystery.

Forever yours,

Robert

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January 2, 1950

My Dearest Laila,

I write to you bearing fascinating news. When drilling to place the foundation for our new home, one of my contractors hit an object. Upon further investigation, we have concluded that it was the outer concrete wall of an underground laboratory. The walls seem to have once been covered with some sort of rubberized plastic. Initially we found no way inside, therefore we had to break the walls in. Inside were many pieces of early electric machinery.

Now I have no doubt in my mind that this land had belonged to Nikola Tesla. Yet, what was he trying to hide in such a fortified underground laboratory? Everything just seemed to be a modified, smaller version of his Alternating Current distribution system, however something astounding did catch my eye.

It seemed to be plans of a model mimicking the engineering of pistons in an internal combustion engine yet each piston powered by an electric motor. Theoretically there would be 20 pistons surrounding an AC supply. It seems like Tesla was trying to build some sort of high powered electric automobile. But why use pistons? Why not just have an electric motor powered by electricity.

Alas, I plan to donate it all to Harvard College. I wish to generate philanthropic interest within the physics community. This is where I shall begin. As always, I long for your companionship Laila, my love. Be safe my dear.

Forever yours,

Robert

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February, 18, 1950

My Dearest Laila,

I write to you not long after my previous correspondence. I am aware my previous two letters have not reached you yet. I pray they find their way to you. I found an interesting puzzle that I have not been able to solve. Perhaps you may be able to unlock it as you are much more intelligent than I. I have enclosed it with this letter. Take care Laila, my love.

Forever yours,

Robert

VHIER76V8 EF76VYGEHIFYUV8 E7658437YHI3 UHIUF3B F3B.....​Laila - Do you remember? This is the encoding we would use when communicating with each other during our undergraduate days at Harvard College. It was much superior than anything that was used during the war and we authored it ourselves. I apologize for the deception but it is necessary as I have reason to believe my correspondence to you has been intercepted and infiltrated. My current state of affairs are in a complete disarray.

Shortly after I proceeded my philanthropic efforts, all of my assets were seized by the United States Department of Defense, including Tesla's estate. They rampaged the property and confiscated everything in sight. They were searching for a certain device. Luckily I anticipated their arrival due to a tip from an old colleague of mine. I searched for the device myself and found something very well hidden. I removed a fascinating machine which I believe is the object of their desire. It is well hidden now, and can not be discovered unless I lead them to it's location.

Furthermore Laila, do not believe anything you read about me. They will label me as a Soviet Spy and a traitor, those bastards. There is a warrant for my arrest under the conviction of treason, yet I assure you from the bottom my heart, I swear my allegiance to the United States of America and her interests.

Laila, my love. Tesla's machine... It is astounding. I never in my life have witnessed a feat of engineering this advanced, all using late to early 20th century technology. His theoretical research Laila, you will not believe it, yet it makes so much sense. According to Tesla, Albert Einstein was mistaken all this time. Relativity does not exist. Space-time does not curve. It is merely an illusion created by electromagnetic waves. According to his Theory of Dynamic Gravity, it is the electromagnetic waves that are responsible for carrying gravitational waves, not the curvature of space-time, again which is only an illusion.

Remember the pistons I described to you? This machine has HUNDREDS surrounding a central cockpit. A large tesla coil that sits atop the majestic device harnesses electricity from the atmosphere. Afterwards in which the pistons are set into perpetual motion eventually creating raw energy. Each piston produces energy at least two magnitudes greater than the SUN! The device then slings along electromagnetic waves exponentially at the speed of light. Laila, this machine defies all laws of modern physics! What I am describing to you is a device that can manipulate the progression of time! A time machine! Similar to the fictional musings of H.G Wells, yet as tangible as reality!

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9384FB2 8347R9823B GF98Y28B F938 4FB28347R 9823BGF9 ....June 12, 1950

My Dearest Laila,

This… this is a difficult letter to write. I have made a grave miscalculation. Tesla’s machine, is an astounding machine, however it doesn’t manipulate time. Laila, it manipulates realities. Every time I try to turn it on, it slings me into a different reality, and a different hand on the clock moves in reverse.

From the bottom of my heart, I believe Tesla wanted to build a time machine, but his theories… his theories must have miscalculations. The world I come from… Laila the Allies won the war. There’s no such nation as the Confederate States. The Germans never used the atom bomb. The US was a utopia Laila, not this dystopian mess teeming with the SS. I don’t even know if your name is Laila.

I can’t fix this, I don’t know how, but I must. I must cut this letter short Laila, just know my love is with you. I will fix this. I promise. I will fix this.

Forever yours,

Robert....GEHIFYU V8E765843 7FYUV8E76GK U7899JK8 76IUE76GEHIFYUV8E7658437FYUV8 E76GKU7899

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8E7658437 FYUV8E76GKU7899 JK876IUE 76GEHIFYUV8E ...October 22, 1962

My Dearest Laila

It has been 12 years since I last wrote. The last 12 years have been a journey of me trying to correct my mistakes. Every reality I entered was worse than the last.

I believe I’ve come into one that closely resembles my reality, although it is a distorted, perverted version of it. The Bolshevik revolution succeeded. The Romanov boy, Alexei the Great never led Russia and Stalin destroyed his country. In my reality we aren’t in a Cold War with anyone, the imminent threat of nuclear winter is nonexistent, and the world cooperates in a way you would not believe.

The genomic precursor takes care of most diseases, but it hasn’t been invented yet. Think of it as a type of universal vaccine that uses the messenger RNA to trigger a response to any type of disease. It’s such an elegant solution.

No matter where I go, the one thing that remains constant is Tesla’s estate. I just know that agents from every organization I can think of are looking for me, but I’ve hidden Tesla’s machine well.

I’ve locked myself in the master bedroom along with the locket and supplies to last a lifetime. They’re after me Laila. I can hear the footsteps outside the door. I'm not going crazy, Laila my love. They’re after me... 8E765 8437FYUV8 E76GKU7899JK876IUEV8 E76GKU7899JK7 676IUE8E7658437F YUV8E76GKU7899 JK876IUEV8E76GK ---