Author: kingofcydonia PM
My writing project to go with the lyrics of my band, which follow a storyline concept. Each chapter will have the related lyrics posted at the end. A man finds blueprints to a time machine and his world is destroyed... May be changed to M for eventuallyRated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Horror - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,691 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 08-21-07 - Published: 08-20-07 - id: 2405460
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A/N: Ok heres ch. 1 complete with lyrics to the first track on the album. Again, remember that these stories are based on the larger concept that I concieved. SeeShellOfBlood has been working on supporting writings to this story and will be posting them soon. If you would like to work on the project as well, or use this concept for your own writing, just ask, I would be happy to include others in my project.
It was an unassuming red book that sat on the back shelves near the periodicals. I had wandered back there in an effort to find something worth looking over; I never had much of a use for fiction, and since I had been reading over some science-related periodicals, I thought I would take a look for some back issues. Normally, I would never frequent such an obsolete facility as this one, but my son was running late, and I had nothing better to do while I waited but to look over some woefully-outdated discourses on dimensional theory.
Theodore was here to read to children as part of a community service project he had started in pursuit of admittance into the honor society; 16 and a junior, Theodore was making every effort to make himself stand out when he applied to his top schools next year. Taking advantage of the Christmas break to get ahead, that's my boy, I thought; but, I wasn't so thrilled by the idea that he was becoming lax in his normally stellar punctuality. I made a mental note to mention it to him on the way home.
So as I waited, science magazine in hand, it was not surprising that my thoughts and gaze wandered. As they did, the book caught my eye. There was nothing remarkable about the book; it was beat up, dusty, much like everything else in the library; save the fact that it was out of place among the magazines and journals; I mightn't have never seen it at all. But I did see it, and felt compelled, for one reason or another, to pick it up and return it to its proper place on the shelves. I looked for the decimal on the side to determine which section I had ought to return it to, but could find no indication of its home on the shelves. I began to read, hoping to determine which section it belonged in based on its contents.
The book was somewhat incoherent at first. It became obvious, though, that it was not a story at all, but some kind of manual. Intrigued, I continued reading. In the pages of meaningless jargon that followed, I saw one phrase that leaped out at me: "The traveler must take great care, for even the minutest change in the past can result in an entirely new future."
It was a fictional manual for building a time machine. I laughed out loud at the idea. Someone had actually taken the time to write an entirely fictional book disguised as a reference material. Still, what I had read so far was interesting, and I was curious to see whether any plotline might make itself apparent; after all, who would write something like this if it didn't have some literary objective?
Let me make a side note here. I was reading scientific journals because I was a mathematician. Specifically, I worked with game theory, which says, in a nutshell, that all events are predictable. As a part of this research, I had used game theory to analyze works of literature and see whether the actions of characters are realistic and predictable by mathematics. It's an interesting field, and I was the best in it. Have you heard of a Dr. Matthew Xenos, perhaps? I suppose no one has any more…I was he, and he was the foremost authority on all things mathematics. You might have known me by a different name, of course, if you had been a part of the elite group I worked with, known by our colleagues as simply, "the six." Among them I was jokingly called, "Dr. X," a reference to my unusual last name. We were the forerunners of our field, constantly at work finding the next formula or theorem. If there was a breakthrough anywhere in math, one of us was there. And I was the leader at the young age of only 28. I had earned that position after I single-handedly proved the ten-dimensional limit. In fact, the very article I had been scoffing at earlier had been outdated by my own research.
I continued reading and was trying to decipher the seemingly meaningless strings of characters, when I saw something that shocked me: A calculation I had made countless times during my own research on dimensional limits. I didn't see how that was possible, considering the shape the book before me was in; I had discovered the branch of math that allowed for those calculations, and yet here they were right before me. The author had made my discovery before I did, and never made it public knowledge. The author had come to the same conclusion as I had.
I decided that I must take the book home with me and figure out what was going on. I shut it, replaced the magazine I still had in its rack, and walked towards the main desk of the librarian.
"Hey, Dad, sorry I ran so late." Theodore rushed up to me, looking downcast and evidently expecting a stern lecture. I was too shaken up by my discovery to reply, other than, "Don't worry about it." He seemed surprised to be let off the hook, but grateful. "Did you find a book you wanted? I never thought you had much time to read."
"This one caught my eye," I responded. "It seems to have been based at least somewhat on my work."
"Cool, I'll go out to the car while you check out?"
"Yeah, go ahead." I proceeded to the desk and handed the seemingly ancient book to the librarian. She looked for a bar code, and then for the decimal number. She went to look up the title and author, but neither was printed on the book, something I hadn't even realized. She eventually concluded that since the library had no record of the book, it had been left there and was mine to keep as the finder. This bothered me a little bit, the idea of an anonymous author writing about my theorems before I had even written them. The book had mentioned time travel…and that calculation was related to fourth-dimensional geometry…perhaps there was some truth here after all.
I quickly swept that fanciful notion from my mind. How could such a thing be? Still, I decided to hang on to the book and read it, just as a diversion from my work. What could be the harm?
Theres ch 1, heres the lyrics. title: The Beginning
The blood red tome looked innocent enough
Sitting forgotten, misplaced among now invalid truths
Strange words and phrases that have no meaning to me
And diagrams strewn across the text
Numerous ciphers and codes obscure the books true purpose
A single clue hidden among the unfamiliar
The traveler must take great care
For even the minutest change in the past can result in an entirely new future
I am intrigued by the thought of such a book
For I, known as X, have already come so far
That someone could quote me before I was ever born
Is most curious indeed
And a man like me can't help but ignore his compulsion
That something is wrong here, that I should get far away
But curiosity has snared me
And the axe has already begun to fall