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Thoughts and Thin Kings - by JaneJane

Thoughts and Thin Kings - September 2007

Day 7693
The pieces are finally falling together!

My design for the Temporal Fuse is complete. All that remains now is for me to place it into the main housing, however, that cannot be completed today. The glue on the fuse needs another 8 hours to set, so tomorrow I will finish the tasks and the Future Ray will be ready for testing.


Day 7694
Everything is ready!

The firing mechanism has joined perfectly with the Temporal Fuse and all of the moving parts (few that there are) have tested perfectly. The mice arrived early this morning and have settled in to their cages without incident.


Most of today was spent cleaning and rechecking components. Imagine the disaster if some spec of dust were to distort the lens or the smallest drop of moisture were to infiltrate the matter/antimatter interface! Just writing these words makes me shiver with fear that I may have missed something. Again I must check, and re-check everything in the laboratory. If there’s the slightest chance the environment is not perfectly sealed, sterile and dust free I must rebuild from scratch. It’s taken me twenty years to build this one; the prospect of another twenty years would kill me.


Day 7695
Shocking results: the mice are all dead!

The Future Ray was charged and ready. The first mouse was locked into the stocks. I fired and the stupid animal died! I must admit that I never had a concrete expected result. I had thought, at worst, that perhaps the test subject might evolve, deform or change in some way. I had hoped, at best, that the animal would be unharmed and show signs, in later testing, that it had future knowledge.

The Future Ray works by opening a Time Intensification Field which, when pointed at the brain, speeds up it’s relative perception allowing the subject to see vast distances into the future. I expect there is probably a certain amount of shock to the individual’s system, especially for the simple minds of mice, but I didn’t it would kill them! Thank the heavens I didn’t test it out on a human first. The consequences!


Tomorrow I will work on the calculations for reducing the intensity of the ray. Perhaps the brains of the subjects were sent so far into the future that they met with their own inevitable deaths.


Day 7696
Incredible! Incredible! Incredible!

The mice have come back to life! I can’t say if all of them revived as I disposed of most of them down the toilet last night, saving only two for autopsy.

This morning, after ordering more mice, I returned to the lab and found the two remaining mice up and about. They seem unharmed by their ordeals. I only wish I hadn’t disposed of the rest; such a waste of money.

Deciding to let the Future Ray rest today I ran tests on the mice. It has been a difficult time.

The first tests involved me placing a small piece of cheese at one end of a maze and a mouse at the other end. The first time neither mouse moved an inch. I tried the tests again but with larger pieces of cheese and this time both mice found their way through the maze in record time. It was as if they knew the first piece of cheese was too small to bother with the effort and were waiting for something more filling. Initial results indicate that the Ray has worked. My dreams of a future where everyone knows the future are coming true!

Tomorrow I will test the Ray on the mice again and see what results come next.


Day 7697
Those bloody mice!

Over-night I put the first two in with the lot that arrived later in the day. I wanted to see if there were any interactions between my time travelling mice and the normal mice that would suggest further knowledge of the future. When I looked in on them this morning I was shocked to discover one of the new batch of mice, the biggest male, had been ripped to shreds. All other mice were cowering in the sleeping section of their cage and the two Future Ray mice casually wandered up and down exercise area. When I reached into the cage to pick one of them up the other attacked my hand and bit it savagely.

Each time I attempted to catch one of the mice the other helped it to escape. There is no more testing I can do with these subjects. They cannot be asked why they are behaving in such a manner and I cannot understand it myself. My only choice, I fear, is to move my experiment to a human subject.

Normally I would perform early experiments on myself it would be difficult to be dead and take notes at the same time. Tomorrow, during my weekend workshop on human memory enhancement at the University I will ask one of my students to volunteer.


Day 7698
The future of Science is lost!

My students are all cowards. Not one of them volunteered for my tests. And as it is illegal for me to force them do work on my private experiments in return for a passing grade I have decided to volunteer one of them without their knowledge.

Howard has a special interest in brains and works as my lab assistant from time to time. Every week day he walks from Central Station to the university. His path takes him up Broadway and into Victoria Park. Tomorrow I will be waiting for him on the corner of Broadway and City Road. I have fitted the Future Ray with a tripod mount. He will assume I am another engineering student surveying the park and when he gets close enough I will hit him with the Ray him. Then I can load him into my car and bring him back here to complete my tests. He will be angry with me at first, assuming he doesn’t remain dead, but once he realises the power of future knowledge I will be forgiven and he will be a willing player in my plans. After all, he who knows the future owns the present.


Day 7699
I am doomed!

Arriving early at the park this morning I tested the calibration of the Future Ray on some of the local ducks. Aiming the device from a distance is not as easy as I expected; it veered a little to the left. It was surprising for me to learn that I’m a trigger happy sort of person and I tested one or two extra ducks than was necessary.

Howard came along at the right time and I shot the Future Ray at him from as close as I dared, forgetting in my excitement to aim a little to the right. Instead of falling down dead Howard kept walking. Thank the heavens he didn’t see me. With my eyes I followed the true line of where the Ray fired and found a red convertible waiting at the traffic lights.

It seemed no one in the park had paid me any attention so I quickly packed away my belongings and briskly walked to my car on City Road. From the safety of its interior I observed the scene. The top of the red convertible was down and the figures of two young men were slumped in the front seat.

Cursing myself for such stupidity I considered what to do next. Other motorists were gathering around the red car so I decided to approach the scene under the disguise of a concerned bystander, but as I was preparing myself the police arrived. I am easily spooked and the police are very spooky so I canned my plan and returned to my laboratory.

It’s going to be a long night while I wait for the authorities to work out that I am the killer. My only hope is the two men will return to life, just like the mice, so I can be redeemed in the end. Even then my Future Ray experiment will be cancelled and I will spend the rest of my days in prison learning how to be tough, I am certain.


Day 7700
I am the luckiest man alive!

While straightening up the sights on the Future Ray this morning there came a knock at the Laboratory door. This is it, I thought to myself, University security has been brought in to take me away for questioning.

Courageously I opened the door, ready to take my punishment but was surprised to see the Director of Medicine from the university hospital.

He seemed distressed but my own sorrow turned to joy when he told me of the two dead men brought into the hospital the morning before that has spontaneously returned to life. Both men seemed perfectly healthy, except for one who needed some stitches to his head.

The Director asked me, as the leading scientist in my field of brain research, to head up the team examining this strange phenomenon. What a break! I accepted, of course, and am off to meet the two men first thing in the morning! The Future Ray, it would seem, is safe after all.
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Monday.

Dear Diary, I
don’t know if I’ve told you but hospitals are full of stories. You hear of corpses that get lost, people coming back from the dead and strange experiments in secret rooms. I always thought they were invented to scare young doctors and nurses, but today I've got a bump on my head that makes me think every single one of them must be true.

Being all over the hospital cleaning stuff thought I’d seen and heard it all, then today there were these two guys, dead on arrival. They’d been tagged and taken to the morgue pending autopsy. Once a fortnight I’m down there cleaning the acres of stainless steel and today was the day.

The attendant told me they were found in a car, with the engine and radio all going, totally dead in the middle of the traffic. How the hell did that happen? Must be a cult; mother ship landed and they took their cyanide pills something.

The bodies had been brought in on trolleys and left in the waiting zone. The morgue’s set up in different zones, there’s waiting, processing, prepping and autopsy. And then there are the fridges.

I’m not spooked by dead bodies; I’m down there all the time. Sometimes I have a look under the sheet after they’ve been chopped up - God what a mess.

Anyway these two trolleys were in the waiting area and I was cleaning one of the slabs. A slab’s a bit like a trolley but its hard steel, no mattress. All the doctors were busy in the autopsy zone, so I lifted the sheet covering one of the stiffs. He was young. I haven’t seen a young one like that before. And he was pretty. Dead people never look too good but I could tell when he was alive, he must have been a bit of alright. I snuck over and took a look at the second one. He was about the same age; just as nice. There wasn’t a mark or scar on either of them, not that I could see. I’m no doctor, Diary, as you know, my field is in dirt and grime, but these two kids were the healthiest looking dead people I’d ever come across.

What a shame, what a waste.

Something about them pricked my interest so I hung about as long as I could; giving everything a second wipe down as the two bodies were taken into the processing and prepping zones.

Finally the first was taken into the autopsy zone. I couldn’t see into the room. There are glass windows in the doors but I didn’t want to bring attention to myself so I didn’t look. I hung back next to the other dead guy in Prepping, didn’t want him to think he was alone. I was saying a little prayer for his friend, when I heard a blood curdling scream come from the Autopsy Zone and a tray of surgical tools crash the floor. There was more screaming and yelling and I couldn’t help myself; I ran to the door and looked through one of the windows.

A doctor was out to it on the floor; I guessed she was the one who’d screamed. Another one was at her side checking she was alright. The other two were at the slab leaning on the dead guy yelling for help; only the dead guy wasn’t dead. He was shaking and jittering all over the place. That was when I realised that horrific scream couldn't have come from the doctor on the floor, it was him, the dead guy! Blood spewed from the top of his head, his eyes were wide with terror and every muscle in his body tensed as his mouth opened and he let loose again with that hellish sound.

Diary, I nearly widdled my pants, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I turned to run for help and ran smack-bang, nose to nipple, into the other dead guy! He’d got up off his slab and was standing behind me looking over my shoulder.

You know I’ve been around and done a lot of things Diary, but even I couldn’t cope with seeing two dead guys getting up and coming back to life. Before my brain had time to think about running away it switched off, the world faded to black and I was down for the count.

So here I am, got a bump on my head and two week’s paid stress leave. I had to sign a letter saying I wouldn’t tell anyone about it, and aside from telling you I don’t ever want to think of it again.

I guess that's it for today. I'll go to bed now and try to get some sleep. Hope I don't have any nightmares!
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Trapped in my car I sat, in the far right lane about 50 metres from the lights where Broadway becomes Parramatta Road. Morning traffic backed up on Broadway heading out of the city. I know that doesn’t make sense. Traffic should have been flowing easily out of the city and slowly into it, but I was late, so of course everything was the wrong way around. The lights turned green, my lane didn’t move.

There was a specialist at RPA Hospital with a six-month-long waiting list and I had an appointment with him that morning at 9am. There I was at 8:59, less than half a block away and some idiot in a red convertible was sitting at the head of the queue, with a green light - not moving.

Typically the other two lanes had cleared; it was only my lane held up. I flicked on my indicator, moved into the next lane and hit the accelerator to try and catch the light before it changed but was too late and I ended up next to the convertible so I glared at it with a sneer.

Two young men occupied the front seats – rich kids in Daddy’s car. The car radio was on, music blared from it. The passenger slumped forward, held up by the shoulder strap of his seat belt. The driver leant back, his head lolled to the side. They were out of it. Drugs, I was certain. Angrily I turned back to the traffic lights and held my breath waiting for the green. In my side mirror I saw movement. The driver behind them tentatively got out of her car and walked up to see what was going on. She was a little old lady; you couldn’t describe her in any other manner. Her car was in perfect condition, you could imagine it the day after she died, advertised in the paper with the caption, “One lady driver”.

She surveyed the scene then turned to me. “I think they’re dead!” she said, and her jaw dropped open.

Oh, just my luck! I could have stayed back in the queue, waited for the next change in the lights and got on to the hospital, I would only have been a few minutes late. But no, I had to jump the queue at the wrong time and I was a witness. The little old lady would expect me to help and I would never get to see the specialist. Why did I even get out of bed that morning?

“They can’t be dead,” I said. “The engine’s running.”

The lady shook the passenger by the shoulder. He fell back into his seat without a sound.

The lights turned green again. It was my last chance to run. The old lady would be in shock, she wouldn’t think to get my number, and I could have been out there and done with it. I turned off my engine and got out of the car. If they were dead I might get on the news.

The air suddenly filled with the sound of honking. Sydney drivers are crazy. They’ll risk you’re your death and theirs so they can race up to a red light and sit there waiting for it to change or they’ll hang around in a queue for ages doing nothing until someone honks their horn, then they all join in.

Ignoring the hooting and yelling from behind me I lent into the car and touched the passenger’s cheek. The cheek was warm. My index finger pushed at the side of his neck looking for a pulse – I couldn’t find one but I’m no expert in these things.

“What do you think?” the old lady raised her voice over the noise of car horns and radio. She had also leant into the car and was uncomfortably close.

“Can’t find a pulse,” I said and walked around to the other side of the car. The driver was warm and again there was no pulse. Reaching for the keys I turned the engine off and silenced the radio and leant down so my ear was near the driver’s mouth. Perhaps he was breathing, but I heard nothing.

The old lady asked, “Have you got a mobile phone? We should call for an ambulance.”

“No need,” I said looking up at her. Over her shoulder I saw a police car had pulled up behind mine. Trying not to look guilty I returned to my car and stood by the driver’s door. There was only one cop in the car, a woman. Looking very official she got out and surveyed the scene.

“What have we got here then?” she asked, looking directly at me.

The old lady stepped forward, “We need an ambulance. These two boys are dead!” She was very dramatic about it; one hand went to her mouth, the other to her forehead.

The police woman repeated my steps, searching for a pulse in each driver. She talked into her radio at the same time, a bunch of words that meant little to me. When she was done she asked, “Is any one else hurt? Ma’am?”

“No, I’m fine. More shocked than anything. Are they?”

“I think so, yes,” confirmed the police woman.

A vision of the day stretched before me. An ambulance would come to take away the bodies. The old lady and I would be taken to the local police station and questioned. The papers would find out about it and it would be all over the news. “Mystery Death on Broadway” the headlines would read. I was certain they would want to interview me for the 6 o’clock news and I would probably become a bit of a celebrity for a day or so, along with the little old lady. I shivered with glee.

Considering we were only half a block from the Hospital it seemed a long time before an ambulance arrived. The old lady’s name was Lynda. We were taken to the Newtown police station and gave our statements. That was it. I waited for my phone to ring, hoping to hear from Tracy Grimshaw at ‘A Current Affair’. I’d be very happy to be interviewed by Tracy.

My phone was silent.

I went to work and kept an eye on ‘The Sydney Morning Herald’ online. The story didn’t appear.

At home that night I watched as many of the news services as I could - nothing. The next day, and the next, there was no mention of the two young men found dead in their car, with the motor and radio running in peak hour traffic.

The police man who’d taken my statement had given me his card so I called him and asked if there were any leads into the deaths. He told me the case was closed and he was not able to comment any further.

It seemed my dreamed fame wasn’t to happen. I was driven to distraction and couldn’t get my work done so I took a couple of weeks off. I visited the hospital and told them the story about the two young men, I didn’t want any privileged information; just the location and date of the funerals so I could pay my respects. It was the least I could do, after all I was the one who found them. Technically it was Lynda, but I touched both of their dead bodies, I deserved to know when and where they were going to be buried. If not fame, then I needed closure!

They told me nothing. There was no record of fatalities brought in the previous Monday.

The situation has driven me crazy. I know I was there. I know they were dead. Why was no one answering my questions? Weeks have passed since I found them and you’d think the whole thing was some kind of hallucination.

I’ve written it all down. I’ve written it down so it’s out of my system. I’ll go back to work tomorrow and get on.

I should have spoken to Lynda, I should have asked her who she was and what she did, then I’d be able to track her down. She wasn’t really that old. There’s a chance I might bump into her again. Her car was yellow, small and neat.

Yellow, small and neat.
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The Wish-fairy (by Rune Woodman)

September 12th 2007 10:33
With one last wish I pointed the gun at my temple and wrapped my finger around the trigger. Then the phone rang.

Angered and relieved I picked it up, “Hello?”

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