Timeline

Timeline

Being back at the University of Regina so many years later was captivating to say the least. The hall and classrooms, libraries and dining halls, dormitories and recreational facilities full of students from around the world, the province, the country and other places as well.

The number of buildings had doubled since I had first come to call this my home campus back in the year 2000, how naive I was to think it would be a quick four years, then I’d be set for a wonderful career, nope, that just gets you in the door.

Enjoying a cigarette in the courtyard which had once been plain now revealed an extravagance and luxury I had deftly become adapted to over the years.

Watching a grasshopper for a few moments I thought of how normal this place was, then, watched as it jumped into the air and flew away as a butterfly. Had someone not locked down the lab properly? Was a grating in the endless pathways of ductwork loose which had allowed the creature to escape?

I thought back to my studies which had emphasized the importance of foreign organism containment in environmental habitats, that a new species could easily wipe out others and completely upset the balance of an ecosystem.

As I made my way to the Owl for a meal before the lunchtime rush I was shocked to see a lady in her lab coat running by frantically, in tears, her blouse and lab coat open, breasts bouncing in the black lace bra worn by a majority of the cheerleading team. Then from around the corner, several campus security agents followed in pursuit.

I had seen her just a half hour before outside the Riddell Centre eyeing the students and staff evacuated from the College West building in what seemed to be a fire alarm scare. Who was she trying to catch off-guard?

Considering the pursuit of these questions filled my mind for the duration of my wait for my poutine, but I soon dismissed the thought when I saw the lead researchers from the Research and Innovation Centre talking with the EMS and Fire crews which had gathered on the scene, I could not afford the attention though.

Instead, after enjoying my meal with a Starbucks coffee topped with cinnamon and chocolate, I walked briskly as usual to the Ad-Hum building to meet an old friend. From behind the glass in the controlled room, ‘Grendell’ when we had first met, ‘Cadmium’ when I had left; nowadays known as ‘Dextrose’ and ‘Entropy’ - the University of Regina’s super-computer.

I asked several discrete questions of the IT staff gathered there, oblivious to the fact that is was lunchtime as they typed away and read and re-read the computer screen readouts. What temperature was required for optimal calculations? The answer came that it did need lower than room temperature, but not sub-zero temperatures. Was it classified as a quantum computer? To that the answer came that it indeed had some very advanced parts, yet, they were still just classified as super-computers.

Then, relaxing and realizing they had no clue who I was, I relaxed a bit and asked if it had any AI capabilities yet? The ‘yet’, however, had slipped out. The answer was no.

My thoughts flooded back to the future when Blasar Incorporated was a US-based company and research venture, though that timeline was fading back into minuscule probability.

I pondered a while about the why the main investor had not returned my correspondences; and over the month that followed I fumbled through the business contact list from memory, but none were interested in ideas, only money; no investment, no interest.

The strange things about the correspondences and research were the coincidences in the days which followed them. Having researched the historical significance of the Grail, two quakes in that region; having researched the Gates of Ishtar, two quakes in that region; contacting the governmental research branch into French archives, a lake in southern France turning blood-red; contacting several California based agencies, two further quake incidences. What was going on...

Perhaps that was what had gotten the investor interested the first time around... perhaps the emails were still sitting in some unchecked inbox. It was a mere five and a half months to the memory synchronization, a planet full of possibility, and no one taking the situation seriously.

What I recalled of the Blasar Incorporated computer systems were merely from the use of the systems referred to as “The Interface”, “The Valley”, “The Ubratrap” and “The Core”. I understood the conceptual design, but not the programming. Had the quantum computations memorized, though I did not understand how they had been calculated. Had seen “The Core” devolve and evolve thousands of RNA codes, but was not sure how it did so, other than the protein reduction or synthesis.

The quantum computer had allowed for the manifestation of the Majorana Fermion on the planet, the so-called “God Particle”. The Higgs Boson had captivated the mind of thousands of people around the world, but to me, it was 1/27th of the equation.

In the years spanning 2013 to 2018 thousands of research projects which had spanned continents had been integral to the space programs which had turned the Galaxy into a neighbourhood.

He had a handful of memories from the future, most of them chapters and sections of “The Big Book”.

Gaining access to the Majorana Fermion chamber had taken many years, but I, Asterick Epsiton, had managed to do the impossible. Of course, activation of the micro-particle-accelerators (MPAs) had raised every alarm in Los Angeles, but the Interface had taken over the other systems and raised every possible barrier and obstacle between the security teams and I. My last thought in that timeline was how the Majorana Fermion really brought out the sparkle in my eyes!