Everyone was silent.  Richard assumed he had to speak.

          “Well, did anyone watch the Royal Wedding yesterday?  And the pizza tastes good on Shaftesbury Avenue”.

         All the scientists, technicians and engineers around the table looked at each other as if Richard had already come from another planet.  So Richard tried to take control:

          “Well, it’s very simple.  We’ll build a ship, we’ll shrink it and send it at once to the other side of the universe”.

          The team had been briefed already and had some kind of idea about the project that sounded quite serious, but simply put, the way Richard had just put it, it sounded like the biggest joke or hoax ever in all history of science.  They all looked at Richard for ten seconds in silence.  Then they all started to laugh to the full capacity of their lungs.  Right in the middle, Richard was at a loss.  In his opinion, he had not said anything funny.

          The laugh was cut short when two women came in.  They sat at the two remaining seats and the young one started distributing some booklets.  She was rather nice and beautiful, thought Richard, until the monster beside her started to talk:

          “I’m Alison Partridge, director of this project, reporting to the board.  And this is Nicole Orsi, Project Manager of the shrinking mission.  Well, it’s very simple...  We’ll build a ship, we’ll shrink it and send it at once to the other side of the universe”.

          Richard was stunned that she could repeat his exact words and thought she probably heard him say them in the first place. And still, nobody laughed.

          “You’ll see that we really are starting from scratch”, said Nicole.  “We have incredible problems to solve but you are the best in the industry and I trust we can achieve something here.”

          A young man stood up at the end of the conference table, flicked through the reports and said:  “You must be joking!  You’re asking us to create a small asshole, sorry, black hole, shrink a ship, give it a propulsion system that no one has ever heard of and find a way to develop a communications system good enough to reach ants in their holes, I mean, to reach the end of the universe.  In my opinion, it’s a waste of time, money and talent”.

          At once everyone at the table started to speak.  It was chaos until the director brought back order with one word:  "Silence!" Then she continued: "The board has raised the same questions as you, Mr Vepsalainen, and I would like to assure you that we would never have considered a project with so many uncertain variables in the picture in the first place.  We know what we’re doing.  From the moment you signed your contracts, you were all bound to secrecy.  We can now tell  you more about the black projects of the European space programme.  We have with us an engineer from Lockheed Martin.  Mr Aslam, please tell us more about the new breakthroughs on propulsion”.

          “Thank you, Mrs Orsi.  Yes, you might have heard about quantum fluctuations, tampering with the energy contained in particles composing the void of space.  We have developed this technology as one of our black projects with the European Space Agency.  Even NASA is aware of our research.  And we’ve never had the money before to launch a vessel outside the solar system.  It’s only now we can get to put all the tests we did into practice.  The only problem is that we never got the chance to test it in space.  Too many people would have immediately become aware of such technology and we were afraid of what this breakthrough would have meant for the Superpowers and other dodgy organisations.  The near infinite energy that we can get from such technology is beyond imagination and could easily become the most horrific weapon in the known universe.  I can assure you, we can create a small singularity powerful enough to shrink that ship and to propel that ship at incredible speed once it  has been shrunk.  We still have to find a way not to crunch the ship in the process.  And I really hope you’re as good as Mrs Orsi has led us to believe. Of course, none of you will be allowed near the plans of the propulsion system”.

          “Thank you, Mr Aslam”, said Alison.  “Now, about the integrity of the ship, let’s hear from Mr Matthew Borg.  Mr Borg?”

          Two or three people answered.

          “Yes, no jokes, please.  I’m from Sweden.  It’s my name.  I’m sorry if some writers on Star Trek lack the imagination to invent new names for their alien species.  Still, almost like the Borg themselves, we have been working at Caltech in America on some new force field capable of sustaining one ship in a void.  Our astronauts shouldn’t even sense a G-force”.

          “My God!” said Verpi Vepsalainen, the same young man who had stood up earlier.  “So much potential already exists and we’re still sending astronauts into space to suffer those G-forces and years of travel to get to the planets of our system?”

          “Yes”, answered Mrs Orsi.  “And now, Mr Vepsalainen, what can you tell us about the latest developments in communication systems?”

          “Well, if we’d known that so many other organisations had already reached that level of technology, we would have invested much more.  Let’s say we can produce a workable ? system for the circumstances as long as our friend here from X finally tells us about those new quantum computers.  With a computer processing at quantum levels, we should be able to develop our quantum communications that we hope to commercialise afterwards”.

          “One thing at a time, Mr Vepsalainen”, said Mrs Orsi.  “We’ll discuss the rights of the technology developed here after the project.  Of course there is no way that quantum fluctuations energy will ever be commercialised.  You’re not even allowed to tell anyone of its existence”.

          For a while Richard tried to follow the conversation.  Never before had he been included in the secrecy of all that was needed to achieve something out of his ideas.  He even wondered why they had him there, since this whole project could have been developed without new data about the universe.  None of these breakthroughs had happened because of him.  And he hoped that it would make a difference.  He could not really justify his presence.  They could still produce a singularity, shrink a ship, try to communicate with it in the infinitely small, whether or not Richard had found that there was neither speed nor distance in the universe.  He was there somehow as a theoretical physicist.  So why were they calling all this his project?  Well, at least he was the one to come forward with the idea of shrinking objects in the first place.  To discover that  in everyday life each time someone walks away from you, this has nothing to do with moving but with shrinking, and the rest being perceptions of your brain.  This makes it easier to plan shrinking an object radically in order to send it very far in space, wherever that space may be.

          “I don’t understand”, said Vepsalainen.  “If we’re just shrinking the ship, we’re only reducing its scale.  We’re not sending it anywhere in space!”

          “We’re sending it somewhere, though.  We’re sending it at the Planck length level . . “, said Orsi uncertainly, looking at Richard for any insight.

           This was when suddenly Richard smiled and grew in confidence.  They might need him after all since only him appeared to be crazy enough in his head to have the new configuration of the universe all pictured out.

          “Whatever our speed, light travels in front of us at a speed of 300,000 km an hour.  Whether or not we ourselves are almost reaching the speed of light.  It has been observed that at these speeds an object shrinks in the direction in which it is accelerating.  The shrinking theory of the universe states that we never move and everything is at the same point in the universe.  We are all in essence sharing the same space at this very moment - only our brains perceive it as distance and speed.  The only way somehow to find ourselves somewhere else in the universe is to find a way to shrink a lot.  You’ll never go faster than the speed of  light, since you never move.  But you can go anywhere you want,  provided you have the energy to shrink”.

          "And how do you propose we do that?", asked Vepsalainen.

          "At the moment, a ship in space is spitting propellant in order to shrink from our point of you. But other means exists to get that ship to shrink. You can push it for example with a catapult, or using radiation from the Sun. Well, we propose to do the same thing, we will use infinite energy to push that ship instantly at such a speed many times over the speed of light that it will instantly get somewhere else in the Universe very far from here. No need to place it in space, we will be able to control the experiment better in the closed environment of a laboratory. We will be able to locate the ship that will still be inside the room and communicate with it."

          Richard was proud of himself, he thought he had just proven to everyone that perhaps he was intelligent after all. Unfortunately Mr Vepsaleinen and the rest of the room did not seems to grasp any of his concepts. They were looking around the room as if asking: is there someone else in this room who understands this, or else, why is it that we are investing so much in this. And Richard again thanked the fact that some of new adjusted equations of Einstein could not be proven false, otherwise nobody would have ever believed or tried to understand his ideas.

          So Richard continued: "Even Einstein talked about the relativity of distance, has anybody ever stopped to understand the consequences of the relativity of distance? The implications are that size and speed are also relative! The whole universe is all relative to you, to your perceptions and your point of view. If distance is relative, if space is relative, an object when it takes some speed does not go anywhere, it only shrinks from your point of view. And the Equations of Lorentz proved that speed was relative at the beginning of the last millennium and it is about time that people understood that it meant that the speed of light has never been a barrier. (get here what I say in my theory...)

          “All right, all right, says Vepsalainen impatiently. Let's talk about real life now, the ship, what about expanding it back to where it was?”

          “That’s irrelevant.  You shrink back the ship again from where it is, from the point of reference it is at...“

          Orsi  interrupted:  “Sorry?  If I understand correctly, once the ship is smaller than the Planck length, we’re not expanding it back to where it started?”

          “No.  You shrink the ship again from the Planck length until it’s back where you can see it”. 

          “But that’s enlarging its scale”.

          “No.  There’s no such thing as scale.  You perceive something as very large or very small but it is only very large or very small from your point of view.  Once that ship is there in the infinitely small, how large do you think it will see these small particles?  Very large.  And how large will the Earth be?  Very large?  No, because of “distance” the Earth will be infinitely small.  We’ll have become their quantum universe.  They’ll need a powerful microscope to see the Earth, as no telescope will ever be powerful enough to see the other side of the universe”.

          “Do you mean”, said Nicole, “that looking through a microscope is the same thing as looking through a telescope?”

          “Exactly.  The infinitely small is the very large.  Those small particles are stars far away in the sky”.

          “That’s crazy”, answered Vepsalainen, “how many billions of pounds are we spending on these crazy ideas?  What can possibly justify spending so much on this?”

          “I know this is hard to accept, even to understand”, said Richard.  “I’m always doubting my logic myself until I go back deeply into it and see that I can’t find a problem.  The logic is all there.  But hey, I’m not that crazy or far out.  For how many years now has science been saying that the kind of warp speed of science fiction is theoretically possible?  Warping space, meaning that a ship going straight to Alpha Centauri does not go to Alpha Centauri but, rather, brings Alpha Centauri to itself ?  How can that be unless speed and distance are not quite what we think they are?“

          “But surely you can’t prove Newton and Einstein wrong?  Not even a genius could do such a thing!”

          “I don’t say they’re wrong.  On the contrary, their equations will be a great deal of help to us in this project.  I’m only saying that, despite their great powers of observation and explanation, they were wrong in the way they visualised the universe and that their equations were not as static as we first established.  Like those people inventing the first ever calendar.  Despite taking the Earth as the centre of the universe, their calculations were still OK.  Because it doesn’t matter whether the Earth is at the centre as long as all your points of reference are well established and you can compare data.  There are perhaps a dozen ways to calculate a certain variable.  In the end, whatever the means, you can always reach the answer because it is just comparing known data to other known data.  Well, all that’s just to say that, whether or not there are such things as speed and distance or just the illusion, Newton and Einstein are still valid”

          “That’s philosophy, not science!” said Vepsalainen.  “We’ll have to burn you alive if all that’s untrue!”

          “OK, folks”, said Mrs Orsi.  “You already have something to look into.  I need a report after more meetings from each of your teams.  In three months we’ll start at the new factories being built in Osterley Park just outside London.  I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the day”. 

          “One more thing”, said Borg.  “Are you sure, Richard, that you haven’t been abducted by aliens and come back with all these weird ideas?”

          “Not that I know of . . .  “

           “It’s a pity.  I’d have been more likely to trust this project if you’d been abducted by a UFO”.

          Freed from his responsibilities, Richard was once again walking down Oxford Street [in the centre of London].  He was worrying.  Were his ideas so hard to understand?  They had all had the full report.  Had they not understood it?  Some people somewhere must have given it  more thought since the project was happening.  But it wasn’t comforting.  Like if [what if?] this bureaucratic decision had been ? by bureaucracies somewhere who had never had any idea about science?  Like if any kind of breakthrough or theory had to be tested in case some other people somewhere decided to do the same.  We need to be ready, to know the technology, to know all the possible ways a weapon can act: the strange surprise this universe is reserving for us every day of our lives.  Still, Richard felt more, isolated in his ideas.  The only true proof he was really there.  Existing.  Breathing.  If I am weird and don’t make any sense, so be it, he thought.  But this was not comforting.  Maybe it was the  true nature of a genius to think so differently from anybody else.  And only through verification of one’s theory can we truly recognise the potential of that one being.  Still, it’s lucky, thought Richard, that I’m not linked in any way with any religion or cult.  They would never have tried to listen to me in the first place.

        Richard arrived at Osterley Park in a car: it was idyllic with tress, horses, chickens and a little farmhouse selling vegetables and fresh eggs.  Turning the corner there was a nice little artificial pond with ducks all around. [Can’t read next sentence]  Osterley House was in the background with the stables on the left.  The car stopped in front of the house, many journalists took pictures and he walked up the steps to the main lobby.

          The architecture and the furniture were as they were when the house was built four hundred years earlier.  What a strange choice for this project, he thought.  But once he had been directed along some corridors in the basement to a newly installed lift which seemed to serve fifty levels, he understood the  place had been well-chosen.  The experiment would take place far underground.  Incredible laboratories had been set up and in the  middle of it all there was a huge metallic sphere.

          “What, you already have a ship?” Richard said to Nicole who was coming towards him.

          “We haven’t been wasting time, Mr Wakefield”.

          “What about all these problems of propulsion, communications and ?  Have they been working hard on those too?”

          “£Oh yeah, this sphere is ?  Please rest assured that we are almost ready to send the ship”

          “I feel like I’ve been left out?”

          “Not really.  Everybody has been working all round the world in their own labs.  They only moved here last week.  This is where we’ll prepare the mission more thoroughly.  Come and meet the familiar faces”.

          Richard and Nicole walked around the place and ended up in another room sealed like a bunker.

          ”This must have been built during the war.  Or a war”.

          Inside the director, Mrs Orsi, was watching the BBC News on television . 

          “The Daily Mirror has been able to get a picture of the probe that will be launched in “space”.  Despite the fact that it’s several miles underground under Osterley House.  The most expensive project ever for the European Space Agency is under way.  The black project is called the shrinking mission and is about to send a ship called Explorer into the very small world beyond the smallest particle ever selected.  The details are not clear as to how to shrink the ship.  It looks like most space shuttles NASA sends into space.  Apparently many new breakthroughs in energy and computer processing are at the base of the success of the  mission, the new shrinking theory of the universe.  But Mr Richard Wakefield is also at the heart of this project.  A theory that almost nobody understands unless they are a theoretical physicist.  That states that there is no speed or distance in the universe, only the perception of it.  And everything in the universe is at the same point.  [We know all this already!]  The probe should be launched any time now, before the ? shuttle follows some time in the next ten months”.

          Mrs Orsi turned off the TV.  “Well, Mr Wakefield, am I glad to see you?  The whole project has been leaked from just about everywhere.  Those journalists from the Daily Mirror must have bought everyone on the project.  I’m sure you’ll ? to see the most expensive microscope ever.  It looks like a telescope to me.  Just right on the ceiling of the main room, as you can see.  Nicole will show you around before getting in a lot of details.  Are you ready to go?”

          “I beg your pardon?” said Richard.

           “Nobody told you yet?  You and Nicole have bee chosen to go in the shuttle.  You’ll start your extensive training, both physical and technological, next week.  What do you say to that?”

          Nicole looked at Richard with a smile.  Richard laughed happily.  He was not expecting that much.

          The director seemed relieved.  She did not want to go through the whole process of finding someone else if Richard said no.

          “Come, Richard, I’ll show you around”, said Nicole.

          Later that day Richard and Nicole were walking in the large park.  There were green fields all around with cows grazing the grass.

          “Do you realise, Nicole, that we’ll probably never come back?”

          “Yeah!” Nicole answered a bit too loudly.

          “Is that supposed to mean that you don’t want to come back?”

          “No, it means that this project is worth everything - even our lives”.

          Suddenly Richard became serious: “Have you got any family?”

          “No!  That’s the best of it all.  My parents are dead.  No brothers or sisters, some lost cousins somewhere in the world.  No children and not even a boy friend.  What about you?”

          “Oh, parents and a sister lost in Canada, but apart from that . . .  “

          “Careful, we might be the Adam and Eve colonising the rest  of the universe”.

          “Yes, that’s what I was thinking about”.

          “Well, no time to think about that now.  If we survive, stranded in space or on a weird planet or electron, we’ll be advised”

          “I suppose you’re right”.

          “Come, let’s go eat.  There’s a restaurant in the stables”.

          “Is there . . . ?”

    Some months had passed.  Richard knew what every machine on the site could do.  He had lost some weight and was in a very good physical state.  All the engineers and technicians were in the control room, ready to see the sphere go only God knew where.  Nicole was beside him, looking at a monitor and the director was giving some orders at the end of the room, a mobile phone and a walkie-talkie in her hands.

          “All right, everyone, the countdown has started.  Mechanics, are you ready?”

          “Yes”.

          “Electrics?”

          “Yes”.

          “Vision, how does space look?”

          “Perfect!”

          “OK.  Nicole, I need you here!”

        As seen in the movie, The Day After, a nuclear bomb vaporises, humans almost at another level.  Funny that the impact of an asteroid with Earth would have the same effect.  Vaporising people as of matter was lost in the ocean of particles.  Is it because this is what happens with any explosion, whatever its cause or is there more to say about that?

        Richard took another vacation on a boat on the Canal du Midi in France where, the year before, all his new shrinking theory came to him for the first time. He looked at the sky, the stars, in wonder: is it really where I am going?  Running  his little motorised boat on the canal ? with magnificent lines of trees, Richard was trying to find that right spot between ? and Castelnaudary where he  had  sat on top of the boat and looked at the horizon.  This place where for the first time he did not take the light, or whatever he saw in the distance, for granted.  The street lights far a way were sending jumpy, squeezed images.  The sunflowers in the field were now falling downwards as the light of the sun disappeared.  Sending a distorted image of paradise at dusk.  And the humans . . . Richard could see they were in the distance.  He could estimate how long it would take him to reach them: about two hours, maybe.  But had he been on the moon, he could not have established such things.  Without an atmosphere you see the universe completely differently.  You cannot feel distance.  You see any mountain like a two-dimensional picture.  The farthest mountain does not come to you as a blurry image.  It is as clear as the closest one.  Like in space.  Meeting an asteroid in space, thought Richard, does not tell you its size in any way.  You could think it was as big as an orange or as big as the Earth.  Only calculations and the use of instruments could give you the right idea.  Suddenly Richard looked at the water.  Under that it is the complete opposite.  You cannot see farther than a few metres in front of you.  And, depending on which environment you’re in, if you look at an object in another environment, often this object is not really where you see it to be.

          Richard reached a bend and saw his favourite view.  It was dusk again, so he stopped the boat, jumped out and attached it to some trees.  He then sat on the boat and looked at the horizon, hoping to prise out some more truth about the universe just being a perception of our senses.  Then he saw what he had forgotten: bats!  Dozens of them flying in all directions with their internal sensors.  Eating as many as a hundred bugs a night.  And he thought: They certainly have a different perspective of the universe.  They send some kind of signal, much as radar does, to sense what the big picture looks like.  Oh. thought Richard, how nice the scenery is!  The French people here, I hope they realise they’re in paradise.  Life is not worth anything without this peaceful environment.  Yet, look at where I’m going in a few months.  I’ll never see any place like this again.  I’ll die somewhere on a grain of sand, finding my way between the stars composing it.  And Richard took up some sand in his hand from the roof.   He was trying to see beyond what his eyes were telling him. 

          There’s life in there, he thought, and this is what I’m going to find out.  No need to go into space and never reach the next system . . .   They live here inside us.

        Richard was now on the TGV taking him to Paris at 300 km per hour.  The scenery outside was passing so fast that even a blink of his eye could make him miss something of interest.  The train was passing cities and storms so quickly that Richard always found a clear sky.  Then a cloudy one, then a clear one again, in a matter of minutes.  Planes are flying over the clouds, he thought.  Hard to feel speed then, he wondered.  This train could be going at almost the speed of light and still he would find it normal.  Why not then go from A to B instantly?  Paris to London in the blink of an eye.  That was what  his theory was all about.  There ought to be other means of travel apart from those mechanical engines.  They had their limitations.  He could not see . . .  How could one instantly makes day to day life easier than this?  Closer to Paris he saw a Concorde.  Those planes doing three times the speed of sound.  What kind of propulsion system, other than creating a small singularity, could propel this plane to a much faster speed?  If everything is at the same point in the universe, there must be a solution, other perhaps than using the powers of mind over matter. We still need to get something out of the ship, or have something push the ship. Or something suck it out of here, the role of the Quantum singularity. As God apparently did with the creation of the universe. Could thinking about something create that something?  And Richard ? fell asleep on the Eurostar to London.  He had a dream.  He was in empty space without an astronaut outfit and was looking at what he described as a cosmic phone ringing.  He could not answer it but was trying hard.  He thought he would understand everything provided he could pick up that phone.

          He finally reached it and said “Hello?  Hello?”  There was no answer.  Everywhere in the universe around him a white line of waves was rushing in every direction.  He could hear his voice everywhere in the silence: “Hello, hello?  Is anybody there?” 

          On a far distant planet an old man was looking at the sky with his grandson beside him.  A fine ribbon came on to the world.  A voice came from the sky: “Hello, hello?  Anybody there?”  Astonished, the old man answered: “Hello?”  He did not understand what the voice was saying but was trying to repeat it.  At the other end of the line Richard heard “Hello?”.  To which he answered: “Who are you?  Where are you?” 

          And the passport inspector woke Richard in the middle of the Channel tunnel, as usually happened on the train from Paris to London.  Richard was looking, perplexed, at the man, while being on another planet.  The old man and his grandson heard: “Who are you?  Where are you?”

          Richard found his way to Osterley Park, looking at the big ? in the ceiling that also served as some kind of satellite dish.  He thought of his dream, of that old and ugly phone he had picked up in space.  That experiment, triumph of the latest technology, seemed even harder to believe than his dream.  And it could bring such a signal from another world where he could be himself in the next few months.  The probe had been a success despite the unexpected that was now providing new changes in his plans.  Soon he could expect another answer.

        On this world the oceans were green.  As a result of the reflection, the sky was green.  During the day two stars warmed the planet, which was completely covered with oceans except for an island on the surface.  There was no night in this binary system.  The green planet was always orbiting the suns in such a way that light was always in the sky.  On the small island that Richard and Nicole would christen Atlantis, Kepek lived alone with his daughter Mirta and his grandson Tay.  They looked like humans but slightly different.  On Earth, in Oxford Street, you could have looked at them and thought they were from some other country in the world where a whole race looked like that.  They slept very little.  The 24-hour cycle the Earth followed had no meaning for them.  No night influenced their  bodies, asking for a regeneration period.  They had no concept of time, though they would sometimes talk in terms of  the movements of the stars.  They preferred not to keep count, not to complicate their existence with talking about time, days, months and years.  They never quite understood its relevance in the universe they lived in because the sky was always so bright.  Not another star apart from the two in their system was ever seen, since none of them ever saw a night sky.

          They were alone on the island.  Incapable of understanding where they came from, why the land was so small and why they were the only ones on it.  There were small animals on the island.

        The big sphere was ready to be launched - more precisely, to be shrunk.  Nicole was explaining to Richard that while the technology capable of creating a small singularity is [usually?] attached to the ? shuttle, this probe was to be launched without such a device.  It was a one-way trip.  Three, two, one . . . A gigantic white cloud of energy appeared on the monitors, blinding light as bright as the sun.  In the sealed room the probe disappeared in a huge burst following the detonation of a bomb. 

          “All right, folks”, said Nicole.  “It’s still there somewhere.  Are we tracking  it?”

          “Yes”, said Borg.  “It’s sending signals.  As soon as  it stopped, it crashed on a particle”.

          “Let me see on the screen.  Reduce the speed to a level comprehensible to us”.

          The electronic microscope had followed the probe.  The whole journey had taken a fraction of a second.  What took longer was the processing of the recorded information.  Without the quantum computer this would have been impossible.  Instead of using electrons representing 0 and 1, depending on the amount of energy they contained.  Quantum computers (See Magazine)

        So the microscope followed the probe very quickly, recorded the fraction of a second of its journey and turned that fraction of a second into a recording lasting minutes, hours and years.  Since on this scale everything goes much faster than on Earth, time was at the forefront of all equations.

          The images on the screen were showing a dot getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared on a bigger particle.  That particle, which was much smaller than the usual electron, was immediately given a name: Atlantis, because it was covered with water.  Now new signals were coming in, images taken from the probe.   Again, after processing and adjusting, the images came on.  Everything was spaghettified, like long white tubes composing a strange universe, and finally everything came to a stop with enough velocity to reach this green planet called officially Particle Atlantis 1.  There was just time to see an island before the sphere entered the green ocean.

          “There’s an atmosphere?  Incredible!” said ?  “It’s suitable for life - good enough for us!”

          “Now”, said Director Orsi, “this is what I call luck!”

          “Or is it?” Richard added.

          “What do you mean?” said Nicole, pushing some buttons.

          “I mean that I’ve been told about this planet and most likely we’ll be going there.  But really millions of probes have been sent and most of them never reached anything... all right, let’s talk about that another time”.

          “Yeah, there are so many interesting things to analyse.  This is the first time ever that humankind has discovered that life can be sustainable not only on a planet but on an electron!  Or sort of.  Since we have gone at least three universes down”.

          “What do you mean?”

          “Well, the probe has landed on a particle, part of a system composing another system composing our world of elementary particles composing us!” 

          “My God, added Richard, I  wonder what the News will sound like on the BBC tonight!”

          That same night the reporter on BBC 1 television was ecstatic: “A group of scientists, using the latest technology, were capable of sending a probe far into the world of particles.  The very small.  And registered a planet suitable for life!  They are proposing to send NASA cosmonauts as soon as all the data collected are fully processed”.  The images were now being shown.  “Now this proves beyond doubt, or so they say, that life must exist outside our system - if not in our universe, in the universe composing us.  They used an elaborate system of quantum communications and a new propulsion system, creating a small singularity using quantum fluctuations energy to achieve this sensational  - “

          “We’ve heard that twice now.  Please turn it off.  We need to celebrate”, Richard said, opening a bottle of champagne in their little apartment at Osterley House.

          “Now”, said Nicole, “tell me about the person who told you we’d be going there”.

          “This weird religious monk came up to me in Oxford Street shortly after the meeting with the board.  He told me about this and, even better, about the multiplication of the - “

          “Could he have been referring to quantum mechanics, the uncertainty principle stating that a system exists in all possible configurations at the same time?  The technology that our quantum computers are using?”

          “Yes”, said Richard, “that’s what I thought.  Could it be applicable to us as well?  After all, we’re made of billions and billions of particles, an infinite amount.  How could we be existing an infinite amount of time?

          “My God”, said Nicole, “what an adventure we’re having.  You know, if that is truly the case,  by observing the probe we isolated one configuration of the universe, destroying all the others”

          “We have not destroyed anything, and I am not so sure about this multiverse anymore. It is all a question of perceptions, and particles going faster than the speed of light, this is when things look weird to us. But the most puzzling of all is that someone from a universe composed of our planets and sun was watching us in the same way.  He could isolate the Earth and hence destroy all the other Earth “ (I have here to read about Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and decide once and for all if I will have a multiverse or not according to the shrinking theory and the Universal Theory of relativity. Is it compatible? Can we still have one particle being at many places at the same time without this being a problem related to the fact that this particle going faster than the speed of light and sometimes not could appear at many places at the same time though it is the same damn particle in the same universe. As well, could it be just that our instrument to observe that particle is not accurate enough and because it jumps fractions of second when it observes, it register the same particle at many different times and locations, getting fooled by its own limitations. But we have a machine counting how many times and by which door the particle goes through. And it goes through both doors, the same particle. So I am wrong here.)  

          “You mean the Earth could exist in an infinite amount, an infinite possibility of configurations of ourselves?”

          “Yeah, suddenly all one’s problems seem so small . . .  “

          “Or, all your problems just took on infinite proportions if repeated in all those parallel universes”.

          “And they wouldn’t even be parallel.  They would all be at this place at the same time, like this particle Atlantis 1 with its island.  It’s part of our universe”.

          “Yes, it’s in the very small”.

          “No.  I mean, if you could go far enough in our universe, I believe you would find that this particle Atlantis 1 is a planet as big as the Earth”.

          “Impossible!”

          “Nicole, how can you ignore the shrinking theory and be the project manager?  This planet is there somewhere in the sky, and it’s also here in the cellar of Osterley House.  But I doubt if the most powerful telescope could ever see it.  There is no very large or very small.  Everything is at the same point in space.  Why do you think we were able to reach that place in a fraction of a second?”

          “And we’re going there?”

          “Well, see the bright dot there?  If you ever reach that planet, millions of years will have passed since the probe landed”.

          “Yes”, said ?   “And then, everything indicates that it will be more hospitable”.

          “What a day!”  said Nicole.

        “As you can see, Richard”, said Nicole, “the probe is doughnut-shaped”.

          “Looks more like a turbine to me”.

          “But it is!  It uses nuclear energy.  Don’t look at me like that.  So little is used.  Through cold fusion it gathers the energy of quantum fluctuations that activate the coils.  They turn so fast, creating a large magnetic field, that eventually creates the singularity needed for the trip”.

(Go back, see this article on the net about American scientists and Reaching the Sky.)

          Now showing a picture of the ship itself on the monitor, Richard asked, “Who thought of giving it the shape of a classic flying saucer?”

          “Practicality”, answered ?  “We needed something in the shape of a doughnut for the purpose of creating our magnetic field.  After putting a cockpit on top and thinking of aerodynamics, the flying saucer shape turned out to be the best!  You wouldn’t imagine all the possible breakthroughs that much energy gives us.  We could reshape the whole universe, if necessary”.

          This idea horrified both Nicole and Richard.  And yet he was right: they could move stars and planets.

          “This ship is so silent, you won’t believe it.  And it can quite easily land on any planet using the magnetic fields and the basic physics of Newton’s law's?]

        A huge flying saucer filled more than half the room.  All the external rim [=on the edges part] was already turning.  On top a crane supported a bubble of heat resistant Plexiglas where Nicole and Richard would sit while controlling the ship.

          “If the people of London could see that, they’d think it was an invasion from outer space”, said a technician.

          “Yeah!” said another woman, “Isn’t it wonderful?  You know, this ship can travel through time.   Surely that might explain all those UFOs people claim to have seen?”

          “So you think perhaps all those UFOs are just visitors from the future?”

          “Who couldn't contact us in any way because of the danger of changing the rules!”

          “But some of them would have broken the rules.  It always happens”.

          “Maybe it did.  But then again some sort of government agency could find out and correct it”.

          “And what do you make of all those weird aliens these people claim to have seen?”

          “Perhaps they were in disguise.  It would have been quite a shock to know that humans were in those ships.  It would have been proof that travelling through time was possible”.

          “Mmm . . . not convincing...“

          In the background Nicole and Richard were putting on their uniforms and checking some gears.  Mrs Orsi was almost crying with emotion.  She had been fond of the couple.

          “Oh, I hope everything goes well!  I promised myself not to show any emotion as the director.  But, what the heck, I can’t help it”.

          “Don’t worry, Mrs Orsi.  In technology we trust.  We’ll be back and if not, we’ll colonise a new planet”, said Nicole.

          “And this means so much for the future of  humankind, since we know we’re not here forever.  Humanity has an end.  Perhaps it will be even better not to come back at all”, said Richard.

          Both Nicole and Mrs Orsi looked at him with big eyes.  Mrs Orsi was shaken and Nicole said, “You can be so insensitive sometimes, even though you’re speaking the truth.  Let’s go into the cockpit”.

          Seated in the glass bubble, they both suddenly seemed to realise what was really going on there.  The door had been sealed and the crane was going down.  The bubble sat on top of the ship, connecting to other compartments below.  Some metallic poles were attached to the bubble and Nicole confirmed with the control centre that the procedure was complete.

          “My whole life on Earth is coming back to me now”, she said.

          “Me too.  Time for the last reckoning.  A new chapter, if not a new life, is beginning!” said Richard.  “Do you regret anything?”

          “I regret everything.  But no time to think about that”.

          “You mean you regret leaving?  Knowing the odds of never coming back, of dying out there somewhere?”

          Mrs Orsi, who was monitoring the conversation, stopped them there.  “Hey, you two, stop this talk now or I’ll invent a good reason to cancel the trip and replace you with monkeys”.

          “What great ambassadors of Planet Earth they’d be!” said Richard.  “Aliens might spend years trying to understand how a civilisation made of monkeys was able to build a ship like that to go across the universe in no time!”

          “Everything’s all right, Mrs Orsi”, said Nicole.  And she added to Richard, “I don’t regret leaving.  I regret the insignificant, very stupid little things I’ve done in my life.  Some words spoken, some actions.  You know.  Don’t you feel the same?”

          “Well, my motto is never to regret anything.  Everything we do made us what we are.  It is necessary experience to reach the point we’ve reached.  Don’t you feel sometimes that it was your destiny to be part of the greatest adventure of all time?”

          “No, I'm afraid I can’t even remember how I came to be here in the first place”.

          “We’re almost ready”, said Control.  “We’re starting the other coils.  Tell us immediately if the magnetic field becomes uncomfortable.  The slightest detail is of the utmost importance”.

          “Everything’s fine so far”, said Nicole.

          They could feel the coils turning faster and faster.  Still, it was not making much noise.  It was scarcely even vibrating.  Suddenly they could see a bright white light around the ship.

          “My God!” said Nicole.

          “Everything is reading fine”, said Richard.

          “Five out of five”, answered Control.  “Another two minutes and you’re off”.

          “Good luck, you two!  We expect great data!  And if you’re not back, please do honour to your planet!”

          Nicole and Richard looked at each other and she kissed Richard on the cheek as soon as the ship disappeared from the room in a big explosion.  Big chunks of the ship went everywhere in the room, blasting the walls.

          “The ship has been destroyed!” said Control.

          “What?” answered Mrs Orsi.  “What happened?”

          “Not sure.  We’re checking”.

          “Oh, my God!” said Mrs Orsi.  “We killed them!”  She was looking at the only monitor that was still transmitting the horror in the room.  “Most of the ship has gone through”.

          Still in a state of shock, Mrs Orsi tried to analyse the situation, looking at every piece of data there was without finding anything significant and finally admitting that they had lost.  She asked everyone to give her as much information as possible for the urgent meeting of the board organised in extremis.

          In Central London, when she was walking the last steps before reaching the door in Cavendish Square, a religious figure appeared. 

          The monk who spoke to Richard before came to her and said, “They’re not dead.  Look more closely”.

          She was a bit embarrassed and hurried into the building.  She got her mobile phone and quickly called Osterley.  She told Vepsalainen, “Keep tracking the particle where the probe ended.  Listen to the void.  We might find something”.

          “All right, but why?  Do you think they might still be alive?”

          “Who knows?  Maybe.  Just a feeling”.

          Then she went  into the room full of judgmental people and remembered why she had not wanted to be director in the first place.  Her job now was to take the blame for the mistakes of her team.

          The first question from the chairman was ,”What happened?”

          “To be honest, we don’t know.  It might take days to find out.  Everything went as planned and suddenly there was the explosion.  Maybe it was some sort of imbalance in the coils or a badly oriented magnetic field.  We’ll be able to give you more details as we go along”.

          Please tell me this is a dream, Mrs Orsi thought.  Everybody in the room was looking at her as if she did not deserve to exist for being so incompetent.  But what seemed to be the key, how much wasted money had gone for such crazy ideas.  And Mrs Orsi was quick to respond to that like a good director: “The mission, despite this tragic end, is a success.   We did send a probe out there.  It did reach a particle identified as a planet.  We did break every speed limit there was by basically rendering speed and distance obsolete.  We have use quantum computers and invented quantum communications.  The commercial impact of this, I mean, the impact for humanity at this level will be eternally changed, starting with this powerful new source of energy.  There will be no more hungry people on this planet.  And all the developed technology can be applied to many other areas of society.  This is just the beginning!”

          The plea had produced a great effect.  She was right, she was intelligent, she certainly made a difference.  People seemed for an instant to have forgotten about the ending of the first episode.

          “And it might not be the end just yet”, she added.

          “What do you mean?”

          “Sorry, I wouldn’t want to give you false hopes . . .”

          At this point her mobile phone rang and she picked it up.  “You’ll never believe it!  They’re alive!”

          The voice was so loud that everybody in the room seemed to have heard it, but nobody reacted, not sure what to make of it.

          “Are you sure?” asked Mrs Orsi.

          “Positive!  You’ll never believe what happened!”

          “Wait, I’ll plug the phone into the speakers of the Assembly,” said Mrs Orsi.  “OK, continue”.

          “It’s Schrodinger’s cat.  You know the experiment at the source of quantum mechanics.  The theory stating that a cat in a box with a gun to its head that could kill it at any moment exists in all possible states at the same time: dead, alive, and an infinite possibility between alive and dead.  Well, this is what we recorded.  For a fraction of a second the instruments recorded an infinite number of our ship!  Only when a better adjustment was made, closer to the particle Atlantis, did we register only one ship.  Exactly like if you open the box, the cat would then have ceased to exist in all its possible states, but will be either dead or alive or dying.  Well, our ship is just at the beginning of the solar system of Atlantis and we’re hoping to receive data and communications any time now.  So rush back!  Like if the ship exploded everywhere at the same time and because we were looking exactly where it had the highest possibility to be, we found it. Basically, if we’d looked somewhere else, we could have found you another one somewhere else.  Provided that there some probability that there would be one where we were looking. The only thing I can say now, is that I am not sure if we have the same Richard and Nicole on board that ship, they could have had a slightly different life, but most probably very similar if they were out there”.

          The chairman asked, “How do you explain the explosion of the ship in the first place?”

          And the voice from nowhere on the line answered, “There is only one explanation possible.  We’re not the only ones who launched a ship and it’s entirely possible that Richard and Nicole down there didn’t leave from our universe but from a parallel one!”

          And with a big smile, Mrs Orsi unplugged her phone and left the board completely stunned.

          On her way to Osterley House Mrs Orsi saw Emilie walking down the path.  She opened the window and screamed, “They’re safe!”

          “What?  They’re alive?”

          “Yes, come in!”

          In the control room a conversation in real time had been established.  Nicole’s image was appearing with Richard in the background. 

          “Mummy?”

          “Emilie?”

          “We thought you were dead”.

          “We thought that about you too.  According to our readings, none of you should be alive.  We recorded the annihilation of the whole laboratory”.

          “Well”, said Mrs Orsi, “everybody is alive and healthy.  That’s what counts.  And I’m damn glad we can have this conversation in real time.  So, where are you?”

          “We’re at the beginning of Atlantis’ solar system, just as planned. We’re doing a survey of all the planets.  We’re aiming for Atlantis, should be there next week”.

          “You realise that as soon as we’ve processed our data, we’ll already know your future.  According to this monitor here, the sun is reaching the end of its life.  It’s now so big that its perimeter goes beyond the orbit of Atlantis.  And I’m afraid to say you’re not back yet, so where the hell are you?”

          “That doesn’t mean we won’t be back.  But, talking of interesting data, it says here that the Earth is now so small that it’s part of our infinitely small world.  Our solar system is merely a bunch of particles and they too run faster than us.  I haven’t reached your Doomsday yet, but it’s coming”.

          “So,” said Orsi, “we’re both imagining weird things about each other”.

          “Yes, it’s just perception.  Just as my shrinking theory states.  What you see in a black hole, also called a frozen star, is far from being frozen.  While you see everything going very slowly, the black hole has already turned into something else”.

          “All right, Mr Einstein”, said Orsi, “but our instruments are recording our illusion.  So, until the data are processed, we’ll have to take your word for it”.

“And look at what we’ve found around this planet that can’t support life”, said Nicole.

In the control room they saw the planet and suddenly the image showed something orbiting.

“What is it?” said Orsi.

“An artificial satellite!  And we’re picking up another one around the next planet”.

Mrs Orsi said, “But that can only mean one thing.  There is life somewhere in this system!”

“Correction, there is or there was life”, said Richard.  “But it’s promising because the satellites are still functional.  You’ve guessed which planet is receiving the signals?   Atlantis.  We’ve sent signals too, but no answer, which is rather worrying”.

Richard and Nicole and vision of the launcher

After asking the leader to go back into the big room

        Using instruments, Richard and Nicole were able to determine that the base where the probe was standing led to some sort of passageway underneath.  The question was, how to activate  it?  One of the instruments was picking up some signal.

          “Richard, I believe this is activated with some sort of remote control.  I’m picking up a signal that seems to work with ultrasound”.

          “My God, Nicole, for us this is somewhat old technology.  Have we got anything that could send an ultrasound?”

          Nicole laughed.  “Of course we do!  I have just the instrument I need”.

          “But surely . . .  How do you intend to trigger anything?”

          “I’ll take just about every kind of sound, all wavelengths, and hope for the best”.

          “It sounds too simple”.

          “Have faith!  I already have alive [??] the signal.  I’ll send back the same signal”.

          As she did, the probe went down into the rock floor.  A staircase descended in a spiral.  Below they found many corridors.

          “Who built that?” asked Nicole.  “It’s very impressive.  It reminds me of the Paris catacombs in Denfert-Rochereau”.

          “Of course!  These galleries are where they took the rock from to build the temple and the city.  Well, it could be huge.  We’ll have to do a survey of all the corridors”.

          They went on until they reached a bigger room filled with machines.

          “Look at this alien technology.  Isn’t it wonderful?  I wonder if . . . “

          “Don’t touch anything”, said Nicole.

          “Too late!  I pushed that button”, answered Richard.

          “We have to try to figure out what it is before doing anything.  Who knows what the consequences could be!”

          A panel of lights went on and suddenly a hologram image took shape in the middle of the room.

          “My God, they have quite a technology here.  They were really advanced”, said Nicole.

          Little planets and stars were turning around and an image of the probe leaving Earth was reaching Atlantis.

          “It’s even worse than you think.  They figured out our probe, where it came from and how”.

          Now the image was showing Richard and Nicole’s ship leaving Earth and reaching Atlantis.

          “That is beyond belief!” said Nicole.  “They could see the future.  Still, with such knowledge, it’s hard to believe that this civilisation annihilated itself”.

          “So they were more advanced than us.  They truly understood my theory and made it a reality.  Listen, if there’s no space and everything’s at the same point at any given time, you can see anything anywhere you want”.

          “It seems that the knowledge contained in the probe was understood and they had some time to think it over, unlike us”, said Nicole.  “I wonder about the other buttons.  Let me press another one”.

          This time the Ambassador stopped during its shrinking process and all points of light became lines.

          “Richard, this is what we saw.  The kind of other universe while in transit”.

          “Let me turn that”  But, turning a circular button, Richard was changing the angle of the stopped image.  “Nicole, they even saw what we only glimpsed.  There is definitely another universe made of ours seen at many times the speed of light . . “

          “Different layers of the universe made out of our own”.

          “Seen in another dimension”

          “We’ll have to explore that one day.  But impossible on our return trip.  We’ll have to find a way always to shrink and explode at that kind of speed.  Or find a a way to stabilise ourselves in this dimension.  Not easy!”

          “I wonder if these galleries exist on the other side of the planet”.

          “They must.  They had to find the rocks to build that”, said Richard.

          “Well, it’s time to go to the other side.  If there is anyone alive, they must be down there”.

          Later on Richard and Nicole were on board the Ambassador on their way to the other side of Atlantis.  They made a large computer plan of the city, using the mapping system on board and tried to see beyond the constructions.  They had some kind of an idea before going down to the second temple.  They opened the second vault and discovered exactly the same configuration of galleries.

          “Amazing how they were able to do something astonishing like that twice - with a great sense of symmetry”, said Nicole.  “I wonder if there’s a reason for that, you know?  Symmetry isn’t just for beauty.  It’s important in Physics”.

          When they arrived in the room where all the machines were, there was nothing there.  But another alarm started up and they could see some sort of camera moving.  A door opened and a man came out.

          “You?” cried Richard.  “Impossible!  How in the world did you . . . ?”

          The man in front of them was the same religious guy who had talked to Richard in that pub on Oxford Street.  The visionary, as Richard came to call him.

          “Welcome to my world, or should I say Atlantis, as you called it millions of years ago?”

          “Nicole, this man talked to me in Oxford Street before this whole thing started.  How in the world did you arrive here?”

          “Much as you did yourself, but without the flying saucer.  You see, if you take your theory further, you see that you are as much on Earth at the moment as you are here.  All this relativity of time could have given a great clue about the possibility of all this.  But it takes time for humankind to think further.  And thinking is all that’s needed for me to be here.  And the temple you saw, I created it myself alone, by the power of thought.  You can modify the configuration of the universe, if needed.  It’s quite easy to understand, and you’ll forgive me if I remain silent  about how to achieve it.  Humankind will never be ready for that.  Certainly not now anyway”.  

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