November 2, 2012
Flooding.

Sanity is an uncontrollable factor in such situations. I’m giving an update on my situation.

The storm has left me in quite a mess. It’s only today that I’ve gotten generators up and working. This is in part due to the large electrical malfunctions I experienced during the flooding.

The flooding has created another problem altogether. My molecule replicator, which I kept in the bottom drawer of my desk, was one of the first things to get damaged. The unfortunate effect in this is that it is, a molecule replicator. I can’t explain what exactly happened to it, but the flooding began to grow at an exponential rate. Luckily I had scuba gear handy, and was able to survive in my submerged apartment while I created an air pocket with an overturned portion of the transporter. I have been harboring myself inside of this for the last few days, using rations wisely while I figure out a plan for draining the water from my apartment.

Of course I set the waterproofing sequences on the apartment moments after the replicator was damaged, so I now have no way of opening windows or doors to simply drain the water. Hopefully I can somehow reverse the molecule replicator to undo what has been done and return my home and laboratory into proper condition. As for now, my fish are enjoying an extended habitat.

I have enough provisions for another 72 hours, which I hope is enough time to make the proper reversal adjustments on the replicator. As a great leader once said, sometimes you have to roll a hard six.

October 25, 2012
International Time Travel Day

Tomorrow is of course, the 27 year anniversary of the first documented instance of time travel.

On October 26th, 1985, Marty McFly was the first known human to successfully complete a travel through the space-time continuum (STC). He was only preceded by a dog named Einstein which was sent on a short travel into the future about ten minutes before Marty departed.

The time machine used was invented by Doctor Emmett Brown, who revolutionized the world with the invention of the Flux Capacitor. The first model, simple named Delorean after the model of car it was based on, travelled in a linear manner, and received many upgrades before eventually being outdated by more efficient modes of travel.

The entire story can of course be viewed in the inspiring biopic entitled, “Back to the Future.” It is a rare treat in itself, having well captured the characters and the exciting misadventures of man’s first journey into the unknown. Be sure not to miss the story not of history in making, but of history being remade.

Happy time travel day, to one and to all. Remember: anything’s possible.

October 10, 2012
Unexpected Visitors, Continued

I can confirm a resolution in the matter of Tyler, the visitor who came knocking at my door yesterday, and proceeded to threaten me and destroy my home in a simple matter of misunderstanding.

After getting my KVP up and running, it was an easily resolved predicament. Essentially, I am to sell him a future model of KASO-22 a few years from now, which, after a grave malfunction, sent him into a barren apocalyptic future for 23 years. This experience had a general degradation on his communicative skills. He was trying to speak a very poor version of Russian apparently.

He was here trying to get a replacement part for his KASO, which I politely obliged. Apparently the goldfish was a bartering gift, which I kindly accepted. The goldfish, which was named Tik, seems altogether more aware than most fish. He did not say where it came from, but I’ve often this morning found it looking at me with a very inquisitive look. 

I hope to get back to work today and avoid distractions. While it is exciting to see the the effects my current work will have on the future, perhaps I should consider his visit a lesson in consideration while I continue work. 

October 9, 2012
Unexpected Visitors

I woke up this morning to the sound of a brash knocking at my door. I’m beginning to think, in retrospect, it may have been better to leave it unanswered.

When I ran to the door and opened it, there was a simply haggard and short man standing there. His hair and beard were long and unkept, he was covered in some sort of silvery dirt, and his clothes seemed to be made primarily of discarded car parts circa 2043. Also he was holding a fish bowl that was housing a seemingly timid goldfish.

It’s been about six hours, now and he’s still sitting at my kitchen table. I’m not sure what to do with him. I can’t seem to determine what language he’s speaking; Of course, with my luck, even my KVP (Kinetic Vocal Processor) seems unable to decode what he’s saying. The language seems overly alien: I’m unable to even decipher his name, which I’ve seemingly narrowed down to “Chukungsik,” “Vrastablar,” or “Venereal.” His name, and the goldfish, which he only refers to as “Pookatagagoo,” are the only things I’ve any luck in acertaining, even those seem to be somewhat uncertain.

I’m currently running the KVP through a decryption program to hopefully open the possibility of malfunction. Kinetics are pretty straightforward, so it’s a pretty certain deduction that it’s equipment malfunction and not undefined thought processes.

He seems as though he needs something, though I’m unable to determine at all his motives in arrival. I tried feeding him, as well as giving him water and tea. (The tea, which proved to be a disaster. I don’t think he’s had a hot drink before. It scalded his throat and he pulled out a knife in defense against me, which it took me nearly half an hour to assure him I was not trying to kill him.) I know he is trying to ask something though I-

There is a large amount of banging and shouting in the kitchen. I’ll finish this report later.

October 5, 2012
Bad Robot

I woke this morning, finding myself still troubled over the conversation I had with S.P.E.C.K. yesterday. I understand they have entitlement to their own opinions, but should robots really be in flat out objection of their given orders?

All that was asked was to clean up a small spill on the counter from when dinner was being made. A simple enough request, or so I thought. Apparently, if he did clean up after an accident he claimed was at my own fault, it would begin a long series of events which would lead me to be unable to tend to myself in any regard.

So a long argument ensued. I won’t get into the specifics, but lets just say that it ended somewhat unresolved. Yes, I cleaned up the milk, after two hours of arbitrary argument, which ended with his statement that he understood my requests and concerns, but he found it unethical to comply.

I can only blame myself; S.P.E.C.K. is nothing more than a result of my own creation. If a robot won’t comply with functions, you can only blame the program it runs on. I made him as my assistant. Am I compelled to agree with his thoughts? Of course. But, I still feel it may be time to reassess the program I created for him. Small algorithmic changes, nothing more.

I will of course, give this issue more thought and observation. Reprogramming the functions of a “living” entity is not something I do with lighthearted effort. But a robot that cannot perform as expected, even on issues as small as spilt milk, is certainly something to be wary of. If S.P.E.C.K. refuses to do that, what will happen if larger issues, more dire issues, come into question? What if he refuses to save my life at the moment of it’s stake?

We shall see what becomes of the issue. I’ll try not to let it distract me too much from work. As for now, the adventure continues. 

October 5, 2012
Apple

I tested the quantum isolators for KASO-22 tonight. I can’t say the results were pleasing, but I’m sure once I look over the data with more attention I’ll be able to draw some correlations.

I performed ten tests, the test subject of course being an apple. Trouble ensued when there were inconsistencies in the results. In an attempt to warp the apple three minutes into the future, in the exact location, results were as follows:

  1. Disappearance
  2. Explosion
  3. Disappearance
  4. Transformation into a miniature lawn chair
  5. Exponential Growth Process (resulting in an apple tree now residing in my lab.)
  6. Results unknown (there was a blinding light emitted by the equipment)
  7. Disappearance
  8. Explosion
  9. Duplication
  10. Intensified decomposition process

Ten tests, all with negative results. I’ll try to find reasoning behind the recurring results  of disappearances and explosions. As for now, rest from a long day.

September 28, 2012
Wonderful.

Great. Wonderful. Perfecto.

I’ve just spent about four days trying to deal with the fact  that I’ve suddenly become right-handed. Consider it a side effect of a self-induced serum I took to increase the capacity and use of the left side of my brain. The unfortunate side effect was of course that my right hemisphere had diminished capabilities. Now the whole world makes sense in a very confusing way.

Work on most occasions has taken a toll. Even as I type this I find myself struggling to operate a keyboard in the same fashion. The whole world has just become so suddenly convenient that I find myself with a large headache of confusion midway through each day. I’ve burned myself with hot coffee every single morning holding it in the wrong hand, I’ve been constantly getting mixed up and jumbled every single time I ride the subway. I had to drive a car yesterday and I almost hit an elderly woman with a Dachshund who were inside of a convenient store. I can only hope I can minimize my activities for the next few days as to not cause any more trouble.

According to projections, the serum should have a lasting effect of about a week. Though, being my own test subject, I can’t be sure of it’s exact length and effects. It could last… considerably longer. As for now, I can only hope for a return to the disorganized being of opposition. 

September 19, 2012
How to Catch An Evident Particle

I created a microscopic dilution chamber for the anti-molecular mass debris to coexist with evident particles. In essence, I finished an airtight room that contains both something and nothing. All in a days work.

I most admit, it was more puzzling than when I set out. The chamber, as I suspected, gave out under the pressure of the unexistence of evident particles prior to their disruption. It was like building a house of cards atop a fountain of water. Evident particles can be tricky. There are rules to their behavior though which are easily followed to control their behaviors.

Evident particles are always in three places at once. You can distinguish them as one being by relative proximity to themselves (always within three parsecs of eachother) and general similarity in motion.

They also cannot exist in the same space as light. This of course has the obvious exception, which makes it seem as though they only exist with light. (Clever girl, the hunter said.) Evident particles have a half life of 10^10 miliseconds once in contact with light, at which point they become frozen in the time-space continuum in exponential decay. However, to isolate them in “anti-light” (rather, isolate a third) gives you the ability to freeze them with a light surrounding them, essentially lighting everything except for the space which they inhabit, which is inhabited by anti-light.

The third rule to their behavior comes into play at this point, with a part of the evident particle isolated in anti-light inside of light. Evident particles function by a manner of three wave lengths, which seem to exist in juxtaposing patterns, but do not cancel each other out. You can actually send the waves across eachother which acts as a slight beacon for the other two instances of a evident particle and bring them to the same location, which you open for a brief moment to allow them through the light.

Once that is done, you have caught your first evident particle! (Gotta catch ‘em all!) Seal the airtight container, which is much more stabilized as an object with the mass of a full evident particle within. Now you have a complete micro-dilution chamber, and you can almost begin to refabricate instances of the time-space continuum. Great Job!

September 13, 2012
Fresh Approachings

The night was, at the very least, disadvantageous. Not to be said in a negative context: I found myself staring at KASO-22 for a long while, sifting possibilities through my head of proceedings, successes and failures. It has, at it’s best, and especially on the recently found issue of the binaural processors, been a long endeavored trial and error.

Science is a journey. A bold step into unknown territories, and explorations of unfathomed thoughts, places and ideas. You wake up one morning thinking the world exists only as it is until you realize that the world is present in more than an infinite manner of beings. That is science, defying and becoming logic as every second passes and your forced in every moment to rewrite what you know as truth. Science is a madman, dancing on tightrope between two buildings as the crowds wait below for him to tumble to death and defy their faith. Science is everything you love, fear and accept, and KASO-22, the machine I’ve labored over for time longer than I can recall, is none of those things.

It was in these thoughts, in that long staring wonder, I made the choice to scrap the current design. I’ll keep the basic hardware and travel functions, but KASO-22 is going to do what no machine, no man of science has done before. KASO-22 will be no mere time machine. It will be time itself.

The precise details are to complex to write, let alone in English. I’ll be scrapping the design of the helmet, and installing nano-neural conducers. But most importantly, I’ll be consolidating and including the OB-X data program directly inside of KASO-22, thereby foregoing any need for outside maintenance or mainframe connection at any point. The key to time, I’ve realized with this step, is not to travel though it. But to control it entirely.

September 11, 2012
A Brief History of Squirbs

“The first instance of non-scientific thought recording occurred at the beginning of the 2080’s in most histories. When the technology was readily available for consumer use, it was almost simultaneous with the invention of squirbing.

Squirbing, the household name for flash media thought records, took over the pre-established social networks in seemingly no-time. As thought recording hardware became commonplace in homes, it was only a short time before more than half of the global population began to squirb by the end of the 21st century.

It is well believed that squirbing evolved from tweeting, though speculative historical data eludes to the existence of diggling as a seqway point. Squirbing itself was replaced by talking, albeit by far less of the population.

Squirbing of course passed it’s peak of popularity nearly two decades later, when social trends moved away from the use of technology altogether. It’s well noted in history that the great media figure Bantus Mexley, a noted writer and programmer, made the oft-quoted line in a squirb, “All is only as it appears, besides the universe itself.”“

Ahh, squirbing. Sometimes it’s good to remind yourself of the small things the future will bring. As they say, without every leaf the tree has no color. Perhaps a future here is brighter than it now appears. 

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