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The Adventures of Stevie #140
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 13 in this story, in the Fall of year 4 of school, a month
after story #139.
The Adventures of Stevie #140 "Please Conserve the Momentum"
Dear Carlos,
Kit Hacker visited the school. We were very happy to see him. He was
here only one day, but it was a VERY nice day. I was very sorry I
couldn't show him all the things I could do which he would be very
interested in, but I decided someday I will. I spent some time in my
private room after he left. I am happy for him and his great life, but
I was NOT happy for me, because he couldn't stay.
His visit reminded me I should have been doing more experimenting. I
didn't have enough time, so I decided to ask for help. I set up a
special class for my team, for math and physics. In it were Chad, Rod,
Jan, and me. I was leader, and fellow student too. I started by
stating, "You have seen instantaneous transportation. I will give you
some information which has been observed about it. See if you can find
the physical laws which should make it not happen the way it does. Here
are statements of observation. We haven't been able to measure any time
duration, no matter what the distance is, but the mind does perceive
something in the process. Porting works the same way to and from any
spot on the earth we have tried, no matter the altitude, latitude, or
longitude. I think it might work between planets like this, too, if we
can establish a target point. If I port to the equator, I will appear
at that location, oriented toward the direction I visualized in the
picture, irrespective of my starting physical orientation, standing
still. If I port from there to the South Pole, aside from being frozen,
I will be standing still, on the spot I arrived at. Now here is the big
question. WHY?"
Jan said "What happened to inertia?" Rod said "And angular momentum?"
Chad said "And potential and kinetic energy, from differences in
altitude?" I said "Hey, I'm asking the questions here. Speculate." Rod
said "You can't do what you've been doing." We all laughed. He said
"Seriously! Everything moves and rotates. There is the earth's orbit
around the sun, and it's rotation, with different surface speeds at
different latitudes. Then there is the orbit of the sun around the
galaxy, and the expanding universe. Every time you port any real
distance, you would either smash yourself into the ground so hard we
wouldn't even find a fingernail left of you, or you would fly off into
space so fast you would burn to nothing in the atmosphere." Chad said
"And gravity differential. The energy to port to a higher altitude has
to come from somewhere, and go somewhere when you come back. We know
it's not expressed in heat, except sexually, maybe." We laughed and
hugged him. He grinned and liked it.
I said "So all of you know about the problem now. How about some
solutions? I'll help you along by reminding you that my physical
position is adjusted in porting. If I face north when I start, I could
be facing south where I land, if that's what I see in the picture." Jan
said "The departure point and the destination point are locked together
in the process, so the system must not depend on congruency with our 3
spatial dimensions. There is a fourth involved, or more. Is that where
the energy comes from, and bleeds off to, so conservation of momentum
appears to be violated?" Chad got excited and said "So that's what you
meant at camp when you thought there had to be free energy in the forth
dimension!" I smiled and nodded. Rod said "Then you don't need us, if
you already thought it out before." I said "No, all this is just the
beginning. We need a new mathematics to describe it. That's the help
I'm looking for. Please come outside with me." We went outside. There
was a gas station across the street. There was an old useless car on
blocks next to it. I contacted them all for mindtalk and said, +Watch
that car.+ I grabbed it with my 4th hand and lifted it about 6 inches
off the blocks it's wheelless axles were resting on, and held it there
while I said, +I can keep it that way as long as I want to, without
using any of my own energy, by visualizing my mental picture of the
area, and reaching through it to grab the car and lift it. I'm reaching
through the 4th spacial dimension. The energy for that has to come from
somewhere. Do we agree it's probably the 4th?+ Jan said +Yes, but put
it down before somebody notices it, and us staring at it.+ I did what
she asked, and cut the contacts, and we went inside.
Back in our private room, Rod said "Wow!" We all laughed. He said
"How much can you move?" I said "Theoretically, as large an object as I
can make a mental picture of, and wrap my mental fingers around. Mass
is no ahem, object." They smiled at the pun. I said "No, I'm not going
to try to move the moon!" Jan said "Can you move yourself that way?"
Chad yelled "NO!" I hugged him, and said, "Don't worry. I don't think
it works that way, and it's much too dangerous to try. Come into my
porting lab." I showed them my porting rings, made of thick coper wire,
held up by insulated posts as stands. There were 3 of them, 2 feet in
diameter. I put a charged set of crystals in the base of 2 of them. I
said "These kind of things I've named Port-Alls. Or Portals, if you
want to spell it normally, which I don't. Watch." I tossed a ball
though one ring, and it came out of the other ring, in the same
airborne trajectory, but in a different direction, because they weren't
lined up exactly. They applauded. I said "Comments? Suggestions?" Chad
said "Can an object be pulled back, once it's in the ring?" I gave him
a broom to put the handle through. He did, and the end came out the
other ring, and vanished from that ring, when he puled it out from the
first ring. Rod said "Are the rings double sided?" I said "Yes and no.
They are operated by tuned asymmetric crystals. Which side of the
crystal faces which, will orient to the matching crystal the same way.
So, if you enter this ring from the other side, you will come out the
other ring, on it's other side."
Jan said "What happens if you put 2 active sides facing each other,
and toss a ball into one from between them?" I said "Chad, would you
like to answer that?" He said "DON'T DO THAT! I don't know if it would
just destroy the earth, or the universe, but I don't want to find out."
Jan said "Huh?" Chad said "Feedback loop, and all that energy in the
4th. Kaboom!" Jan said "Oh." Rod said "What about gasses present, such
as air?" I said "Not enough mass to push past the slight resistance of
the field, unless it's very windy. I could limit the action to a large
enough mass to compensate for that, too. There are some other problems
with this kind of device. You just mentioned one. Misuse. Another one
is I have to make, charge, and tune each crystal set. I'm the only one
who can do it, and I don't know how long a charge of special psychic
energy lasts, yet. All that puts severe limits on production, which
means we probably can't ever make this technology public. There is
another possible problem. Can it's use be detected? An adept can detect
an arrival and departure, if it happens close enough to him. What I
don't know is, can it be detected from a distance? There will be more
experiments for that, after I build some person size Port-Alls. I'll
give you the data, and the calculations I have so far. I hope you can
help create the math which can be used to really make this work." That
ended the meeting. Chad stayed behind.
Chad asked me, "Why did you REALLY show them all this?" I said
"Right. I didn't want them to feel left out. I want them to think maybe
they can be my equal. Being so smart is so lonely, not even you can
help with it completely." He said "Port us to our private room." I did,
and he hugged me tight. We sat doing that, and kissing and crying, for
a while. We didn't need to speak, and didn't want to feel, but we
couldn't escape reality.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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