Conceptual Planet: Part 4

It has been recorded that fungus is found on tree roots and acts as a connection in a network helping link trees in an environment. A sort of underground symbiotic relationship exists between the roots, soil, and fungi along with the moisture needed for life. This forms a ancient layered network of structure, function and purpose. Everything, I am coming to find, exists in this way.

There is said to be a forest in Utah that has the largest forest of the same tree. Each tree is genetically linked. It is said when one tree creaks, all the trees are heard creaking. A genetically linked forest with a network of roots connected to water, etc. Water connects us all. Particles in every network, even air. If a physical network exists in this way an abstract one can as well.

"Wow, that actually made sense to me. You might have something there. Crazy enough to not be crazy", her husband said while standing in the door way of the shop.

"Thinking out loud, it helps me to conceptualize what I'm working on.", I say.

"I get it. I've missed you lately, you've been so distant, I thought I come check on you. Been getting a lot of calls from the government."

"Don't answer, just let it go to voice-mail."

"I have, but they came by. I put a call into Abby's son. He took some pressure off. He's on your side."

"There should be no side, you didn't need to do that, but thank you. This other guy Calvin Browne seems to think my research shouldn't exist along his. I found proof of this strange algorithm thing. The problem is once it's found it's impossible to find it the same way again. So I can't dispute Browne outright yet. I think someone has been working on or has already discovered what I have. Don't ask me how I know this, but some entity has told me that it is waiting for my alphabet to come into existence. It wants me to do it, to show I understand how it all works. Am I scaring you?"

"No and Yes. Have you developed the alphabet connecting things yet?"

"Well theoretically there is no end to the alphabet. We create the symbols with necessary subscripts, to write what is needed. However, it is slow in creation, especially since I am trying to have some standardized form to it. So later others can easily use it, write it."

He took a hit of his weed pen, "This is over my abilities I think". He loved her mind. He never knew what she would say or what she was thinking.

"Well I guess it just goes to show you, everything has an important place in a network.", she tried to conclude lightly.
She added, "Did you know corn, squash and beans are complementary. Each uses the other for some purpose in growing. This is why cultivators use to pair them. Corn provides shade, beans help with soil for the squash. They help with nitrogen levels in the soil. Squash is very healthy."

"I never thought about it sweetheart. I guess it shows little purposes exist everywhere."

"Exactly, and various particles exists everywhere, being consumed or released. Willow trees can absorb many environmental pollutants. One of the oldest trees is in California, it is supposedly 4,852+ years old. The particles it has encountered, right?"

She had that look like she was viewing something only she could see. She was somewhere far from where they sat.

"Maybe you need some of this.", he offered laughing.

"Not while I'm working, come on, you know that.", she said while feeling slightly tempted.

"I know, but could be fun.", he coaxed more.

"You are always fun. I need to figure more of this out, before it's too late."

"Too late?", He questioned.

"Before we get regulated or shut down."

"Aren't you supposed to be stopping right now."

"I haven't received the order yet officially, so no. I'm working with Susanne until that point."

Right then Susanne walked in with food.

"I should have bought more food", Susanne said.

"No, I'm leaving. I just wanted to stop by and see my wife."

"Did you show him?", Susanne asked.

"No, I don't think so.", he responded.

Susanne typed somethings, a program kicked on. She typed some more.

"The problem we are having, is our alphebet is recalled and implemented by keys on the keyboard right now. Thats obviously limiting. We will need to figure out a better way obviously, but we found somethings were possible."

"Don't forget your wallet? Someone has a hot hand."

"Ouch", he shakes his hand. Patting his jesns he realizes his wallet is not in his back pocket. He then see's it on the counter by the cash register.

"My hand felt really hot for a minute."

"I know, I wrote that", Susanne replied.

"Maybe the government should be involved. Imagine if this falls in the wrong hands. How did you do that?", he stared at his hand as if it were not his own anymore. He had an uneasy posture about him as if he wanted to run away, but unsure if that would even matter.

"That's enough Susanne, you are scaring him. He doesn't need to worry about all this."

"Your wife has come up with pretty much all of this, she says with some help, but she keeps her sources hidden."

I couldn't very well explain an entity that I was trading my life with for information to solve this. He would stop me. I needed it's direction in the beginning. My ideas were ideas, but the actual physical work wouldn't have been possible without the entities tips. Why was it always so drawn to me? Or had I always needed it. I did always say mystery saves lives. It keeps people going where all interest has died.

He grabbed his wallet.

"I'm leaving. You aren't going to do anything else to me today are you? Once I leave?", he asked.

"I promise you, No. Nothing else will be done to you today.", I promised before kissing him. "I'll  see you later tonight, probably after dinner."

"Okay", he responds before turning and leaving.

He stopped at the door, turning around, "You really have something, you always have."

Pinpointing a particle in space is the dream, but very complicated. Location becomes the only designator until more information and research could be used. We are so close, she thinks to herself.

Diary Entry

If everything in computing is 1's and 0's, or quantum meaning parts of these 1's and 0's, all things, even dead things, had codes that could be configured or pinpointed. The problem is that some particles fluctuate irregularly as their percentages change based on various accountings, if differing opinions or information exists. Could a whole new system ever be developed to eliminate the discrepancies? I think I'm getting ahead of myself again, but I think it would be the only way to eliminate these errors.

At times the image of these waring particles in all space and time gets me caught up. Like the ending scene of the movie Immortals happening unseen all around us. All these particles getting breathed in and exhaled out over and over again.

It is more involved than 1's and 0's really. Think of the 1's and 0's or the different parts used or eliminated to make these. There are endless combinations. Spectacularly so.

Patterns in systems have always existed. Fibonacci pointed to patterns in shells, even stating that there seemed to be a mathematical phenomenon creating the spiral that we see.

Tesla speculated on the importance of 3,6, and 9 and the patterns that could be found through these numbers all around us. Prime numbers are far more interesting in the scheme of things.

If a plane could be developed using water air, land and organic matter. Then percentages used in creation of items in these planes. A pattern probably would emerge.

Like Crisper and genetic engineering we could eventually do this with everything. Simply by directing the code.

This is why my research and work is so important. If anyone else discovers it first, I fear what they may do with the power.


The Timeline

Six months later we officially get shut down. I'm directed to hand over all my work. A group is started that I am to lead in tratraining; that I am to get up to speed on my research. If I cooperate no further action will be taken against me. If I don't cooperate my research will be confiscated and some made up charges will be brought against me. It obviously was an easy decision. I was precariously backed into the corner. With my back against the wall I chose the only way out. I don't think that's cowardly.

The team and I worked tirelessly for the next 6 years. With resources we
accomplish things most people couldn't even fathom or conjure up in their minds. We even develop a new keyboard. This keyboard increased our typing rate. With greater experts on the team we developed better A.I. algorithms and machime learning techniques.

Browne with his own team, saw himself as a competitor. Always a step behind, it was discovered he was paying off an agent on my team for information. Once he understood the work, he went rogue. Security was amplified and a man search ensued. We couldn't risk him targeting us with the technology. For a minute I was living a sci-fi nightmare.

He evaded the FBI and a secret group designated to find him for 9 months. After which he was found. I'm told they followed a lead. Searched the receipts and discovered the amount of toilet paper used was too high initially, when toilet paper cost went down, water usage went up. This inhabitant was Browne. He never was too careful. Details are everything. A house with a well would have been better, but people were needed to accomplish work on this project in a persons life span. I saved Browne. Swayed people to let him join my team from prison. He was given home lock up. A small one bedroom apartment.

Things were progressing, the dreams had stopped, and I was fulfilling my dream. Our department spured the creation of other departments. There was a group developing new technologies such as the drones I had seen in my dreams. Nothing seemed out of reach to me. I was walking into the future with those I love on my back with computer's and the entity throwing a lifeline keeping me balanced.

I could feel the entity trying to invade my mind more and more each day. It was trying to merge with me. I ignored the warning, the signs it was hinting.

I feel the water. I could feel the change. I know, but don't want to know. The entity or someone was controlling the algorithm. It is targeting me. There is no one to tell. Red flags might stop my work. The agency wouldn't be targeting me, at least I don't think so.

I look in the mirror on my way to work. About to walk off, I stop. I stare at my reflection, getting closer to the mirror. My eye color had changed and not the green or blue/hazel color my eyes usually oscillate between. They are a dark purple-ish golden brown. I look deep into my own pupils as if a stranger were infront of me. It had merged with me. I was swimming in the pool of knowing. I was tapped into. I was being re-accounted in a system going back and forward in time. I could see.

Micah

"If only I had taken her to Peru", he said to the room. He replayed as many of his times speaking with her as he could remember. Over and over again.

He shut her journal. He now understood. The joirnal was his pool of knowing. He clutched it to his chest. She kept so much from him. He would feel hurt if he wasn't so thankful. He couldn't have dealt with this information at the times it was happening. How intricate and complicated it all was. He tried not to hate science and math, he knew how she had loved it. She had left detailed notes in this journal.

She had gone to the agency, as recorded in the log and camera footage. She had used her key card to enter the rest locker at the agency. The rest locker was a room with cots for napping. There was nothing else in the room. She entered the room with her key at 8:30pm. The camera saw her pick a cot near the wall on the left. Then she appears to go to sleep. She then simply disappears from footage. After close inspection of the footage it looks as if she stops breathing possibly. Her chest stops heaving and no snores are heard. Then she is simply gone. Gone from footage, gone from this world, my life, gone.

She is right. Mystery does save lives. Her mystery is keeping me alive.

He packed his many drones. These would take up the majority of space in his craft. He would save these for once he was in outerspace. It had taken many attempts of trial and error, but they glued and sewed. They hot ironed things/melted, they printed, they were multifunctional tools. They couldn't get to space on their own, but they would work if transported there and then used. The trip would not be easy, but after all that had happened it was his job to prove the dream she had, had, correct.

Months of preparation didn't feel like nearly enough preparation, but it would have to be enough. It had to be enough. One bag was all his life's love and work added up to. All that would be with him. It was so much bigger than him. Bigger than you, than us all. He held her files of notes and journal to his chest and prayed to her, to god, to the mysterious unknown world and space. He wouldn't let her work be a waste. He needed a new home anyways. A place that didn't remind him of her everyday. His mind would remind him enough of everything else. It was too painful. He tucked the file in as the last addition to his pack. He was ready. He was leaving. He would change the grid, alter the parameters, eventually make everything she had talked about and wrote about in her research, truth. He'd finish her work. The entity would not win more than it already had. It had merged with her and consumed her. At times he felt he could feel her directing him.

By tomorrow morning he'd either be on his way to space or blown up at launch. She had taught him so much. She had solved so much. Now it was his and everyone  elses time at the agency to return the favor. He sat his pack near the door and waited for his transport. Tonight he'd be staying near the launch site. Going to the Livingroom he runs his hand over the couch and chair they use to sit in. He grabs the blanket she always used, it smells like her. Putting it down he goes back to the front door deciding to wait outside in the fresh air. Taking one last look in he says, "I was wrong, we always made sense". Closes the door and sits on a bench in their front area and waits.

Aftermath

Unbeknownst to anyone in a small recessed corner of another planet, changes were taking place. A small growth was starting. A planet that would soon become very important for it's effects. Micah and team had found a small planet, ignored by most. He had covered it with his drones. He had recorded everything present in encapsulation. He let A.I. algorithms monitor it through sensors inside and outside for observation. It took past Micah's lifetime, but life life was growing.

It is through this experiment that the math behind life formulation was illuminated.

Once the alphabet was more fully functional with an A.I. system run on a quantum computer known as the quarystalac, faster than anything known previously, life as we knew it was no longer recognizable.

Later the alphabet made it possible to transport anything anywhere within the galaxy.

The medical stock exchange was created. Chamges inside and outside the body could be accomplished through complicated codes only functional through medical computers. Compatibility was checked through programs before transfers ever took place.

Media becomes used for good. Those patients unable to afford exchanges were used in media as a way of rendering payments for treatments otherwise unaffordable. The money made through entertainment was calculated and that percentage was offset through insurance. Medical care opened up to everyone in need of it.

Once life was created on other planets it could be sustained through developments in energy sources. Resources are no longer scarce in the future. People are given access to a small aspect of the alphabet dealing with commerce. Exchanges are done with code and a click of a button.

A no tolerance law is enforced on hackers. Time alterors are eliminated after a first time offense. Security becomes the main focus of all societies.

The mystery of how far society can achieve keeps the best mathematicians and scientists working.

The entity, forever merged with the girl, kept alive forever. The safekeeper of the conceptual planet, forever on the side of humans.





Sent from my Galaxy




Sent from my Galaxy