I dabbled in many things before settling on one specific direction. It is just how my mind tends to funnel through all the things buzzing in my head. My mother used to say I had flies between my ears, though as a five-year old it scared the shit out of me. I lost the hearing in my left ear trying to get those flies out, but that is not the point of this story.
Once I focus i am unstoppable. I am a determined mind that locks onto this OCD like state.If you can harness the power of OCD you can do the impossible! The impossible for me is a thing I call Dynamic Alternate Shifting Equations. yes DASE for short, deal with it.
The whole principle is based on a series of equations pumped through a rather large computer that processes the actual fluctuations in the thin fabric of reality. It sounds very sci-fi, but trust me it is possible. The computer then uses these equations to open a small whole in space and time. I know, fucking awesome right?
I will say that when I first discovered the prime equation I was not sure what i had. This prime equation led me to another and another and another, until my head swam and the flies came back. I even heard them in my bad ear! It was overwhelming and threatened to consume me. If I hadn’t met Simon I would be locked up in some loony bin.
Simon is a brilliantly powerful and extremely wealthy man. He happened upon one of my papers while purchasing Yale. That’s right, he bought Yale. How awesome is that.
he immediately saw something that nobody else had seen. There was truth in my numbers. Simon is an educated man. He has a high intelligence and thinks about numbers the same way I do. Well, not to the same extent, but he can see the fundamentals.
He contacted me and set up a meeting. i arrived at his offices and was made very comfortable in a grand board room. I was served coffee and pastries.I really enjoyed the apple strudel. It was light and crunchy on the outside and very fruity on the inside. The server had warmed it slightly to give it a just baked feel that heightened the overall flavour of the dessert. Sorry I am obsessing, but it was good.
Simon came in and sat across from me. it was a bit intimidating as the distance from him was about ten feet. I have this bad ear from when I was a child. See my mom told me I had flies between my ears and so I took a knitting needle one morning and…oh crap, I am doing it again.
Anyway, I was sitting across from him when he smiled and slid my paper across the table.
“Is it true?” He asked me bluntly.
“Truth is really not a tangible thing, Mr..”
He interrupted me, “Simon, you will call me just Simon.”
I nodded like an idiot and I am pretty sure I said, “Simon.”
“So if it isn’t true, what is it?” He asked.
I looked at him a bit confused, “what is what?”
I actually heard him sigh as he pointed to the paper.
“Why are the brilliant ones always so weird. The paper, the equations, the thesis you have put forward.”
My eyes widened as I picked up my paper. I saw he had written on it in red, trying to disprove the math. At the bottom of the page was a check mark and one word. Plausible.
“This is not a truth, it is a fact. There is a difference between the two. For something to be true there must be a possibility that it could be false. My math is not false in any way. This paper is just what it is…F A C T…fact”
Simon smiled and stood, walking around the table until he was beside me. He reached out his hand and I took it.
“Well I will make it possible to make your facts a reality. Not just a paper and some math, but we will actually do it. So now that we are friends, what should I call you?”
I looked at him in the eyes, “Professor is fine.”
That was when I started working for Simon. The weeks, turned to months and the months turned to years. We painstakingly built the computer needed to work faster than me. We built the laser that was needed to work with the computer and deliver the correct beam, based on the co-ordinates my math delivered. All in all we built something that was never supposed to exist. I was like a kid in a candy store,without his mother telling him he wasn’t allowed candy because diabetes killed her third cousin. Man I hated my mom sometimes.
I called the first test the Prime Experiment. I did not expect much from it. The computer was still a ways away from working out all the equations, but I felt that enough were there to at least show us some kind of result. Simon was in the lab , behind the shielded Plexiglas. I checked all the systems and joined him.
“Well Simon, this should be at least a bit impressive,” I said smiling.
“I hope so, it has been a long journey. Let’s have some results, shall we?”
The way he said it was mildly threatening, but having lived with someone who was completely threatening, I was able to ignore him completely. I turned to the controls and punched my pass code. My pass-code is actually a simple logarithm that i use for everything. Please do not judge me, if I didn’t simplify these things I would never had survived this long.
The laser started shooting beams, getting faster and faster. At first you could see the points the laser was shooting, but in a matter of moments the speed of it made it appeared like a smooth line of light. The air around the beam started to buckle, You could see a small line open up and beyond that a lush green world,