If Tibbs was to provide a manual on how his machine worked, the reader would find expressions like 'severed-entanglement',
'bulk space' and 'electromagnetic-phasing' between it's pages'.
I would also suggest that such an informative glossary would have at the bottom of the index page, a crudely-drawn rendering
of a man's private-parts, but that'll be Mucklebones just being a nuisance.
Basically, the juice to make his contraption slip from where it was to where it's wanted to be, is loosely based on the molecular
-based awareness of everything in every universe since everything began and the energy that's emitted from the functioning of
this weird linking.
Our current thinking is that single particles of light or photons, hold certain qualities and have the capacity to interact with an
older version of itself when tossed into a blackhole. It's true, but that strange link that assures the photon will 'find' itself is the
key to true time-travel.
A wormhole won't be required when we finally harness that indestructable chain, we'll just need to work out how to follow it and
utilise the energy that pulses from it.
In fact, the sooner Tibbs gets on Facebook, the better-off we'll all be.
The blue-glow that is seen within the time-machine is the actual exhaust or discharge from the use of such dynamism and the
use of this abundant energy is an old idea to Tibbs' race. Mucklebones would use other words to explain the ability to move
through time and space, but the principle of appreciating one's surroundings and activating the vibrations and electrical fields
of quarks and photons is fundamentally the same.
But that incandescence might also be just a blue lightbulb under Tibbs' seat.
.................................................
The vast tundra held nothing but marshy ground and wind-blown grass, and Tibbs thought it prudent to keep the time-craft in
hover-mode rather than chance sinking into the boggy surface. Boy In A Dress opened the small door and peered out into
the tree-less world and mentally reminded himself to ask the Vithian if there was oxygen outside next time.
"Whey, he's not here..." Mucklebones said sarcastically and nudged her fellow-passenger out of the way, "...'Ah've told yer'
til' 'Ah'm blue in the face that yer' daft science does'na work". The Witch clambered out and dropped to the yielding soil in
a manner that hid her years, BIAD's admiration for the grumpy old alien rose a couple of points.
Tibbs followed the Man-Girl out of the machine, but only after he had lowered it to be a few inches from the ground and now
all three of them surveyed the uninteresting landscape. "The sensors picked up a trace of him here, a few centuries before
the time we were and only eighty light-years away" the little man announced unenthusiastically and lifted the hem of his robes
from the sodden grass.
The light-wind blew and the stunted-grass swayed like waves on a deep-green ocean. The trio watched the horizon for any
movement, but there was nothing.
"Who the fu...?" Muckles began to say and as her company followed where her arm was pointing, her husband quickly
interrupted her with "Please honey, I've asked you to not use that word". A moment passed before Muckles breathed in
deeply and nodded.
"Yes..." she said softly and surprised the red-dressed irregularity beside her, "..I'm sorry, my love"
The stumbling figure was a young girl who's appearance had been hidden by the time-machine's bulk and now she could be
seen just a few hundred yards away from where her hoped-for rescuers stood. "Mai Kia?" she called, but the cold prairie wind
snatched her question away.
Tibbs fished into his robe pocket and produced a small hand-set that he held out at arm's length and the exhausted female
shouted again "Who are you?" -which the Time-Manager's device translated a second later.
Muckles immediately slipped off her poncho and ran towards the girl who had now collapsed onto the boggy ground.
"You-two buggers get her something to drink..." the Witch barked over her shoulder as she crouched down and covered the
girl's shoulders with the dark-green cape. "...And make it hot" she added in a snarl.
Just as evolution had taught all males throughout the galaxy not to argue with their female counterparts when dealing with
emergencies, BIAD and Tibbs quickly set-about unpacking a large hold-all that Tibbs had pulled from the time-machine
and said nothing.
The half-conscious teenager allowed the strange-looking naked creature to help her towards where a fringe-hidden woman
in attire unsuitable for the Siberian wastelands and a little monk with a grey-white beard creating a fire under odd-looking pot.
Svetlana -for that was her name, realised she was now hallucinating due to her dehydration.
"Yer' gonna be okay, lassie" the black-eyed monster with the sagging breasts assured Svetlana, but due to her condition, the girl
thought the assurance came from where the two humans were stood. Panting in her exertions, Svetlana stared at the bright
glow that ignored the wind that covered the land.
"I... I'm lost and very thirsty" Svetlana spluttered and as they neared the spherical object that had no legs and the two individuals
seemingly making a hot brew, the young girl saw the squatting dwarf-like character produce a bottle of water from a large satchel
and pass it to the grinning female hunched in the same position.
The sight of male genitals dangling from -what she'd naturally assume was a woman, caused her to collapse in a swoon.
"Poor bugger" Muckles whispered and carried her the rest of the way.
Svetlana's eyes fluttered open and revealed the nightmare she had imagined before her faint was still ongoing. The small
wizard in the brown robe was packing away whatever paraphernalia they'd used on her and the Man-Woman-thing was making
shadow-animals with his hands on the round craft's surface. The girl believed that this oddity in the alarmingly short red dress
may have mental issues.
"Yer' gonna be fine" hushed the old creature cradling Svetlana's head and as power returned to her muscles, the young girl sat
up and looked immediately for an escape route. Slowly, Mucklebones stood erect and spoke into the device that Tibbs had
given her. "We're just passing through lassie and mean you no harm "
The Witch was wearing the poncho again and strangely this brought a little comfort to the lost-but-now-found youngster.
With initial reluctance of assistance from the odd-looking crone, Svetlana got to her feet and showed her terrified features as
she came to terms with being marooned on a barren moor with three individual misfits. And yet, her being-here didn't seem the
focus of their concerns, storing equipment back into the floating spiky-contraption seemed to be more important.
"Aye, we're gannin" Muckles said easily and the girl heard an automated voice explain that they were leaving.
Grabbing a dented canteen that looked like something out of a western cowboy movie from the area where the dwarf and the...
the 'man' in the woman's attire had been squatting, Svetlana drank it's contents without stopping to see if it was water or not.
However, she was surprised to realise that she wasn't as thirsty as she had been before meeting this weird trio.
Muckles scratched her ass and spoke again into the handset. "There's a party of fellas coming in from the west and are about
thirty miles from this loca... from here" she said and watched the information sink in. Svetlana's frightened face eased as she
whirled to where the alien was pointing and every fibre in her body to her to run in that direction at once.
But for some reason, she didn't. For somewhere in the back of Svetlana's mind, the idea that she'd been somehow saved from
certain death by these peculiar entities whispered to her that immediate threat wasn't on the cards. The girl felt it somehow.
"I'd like to thank you for saving my life..." Svetlana said solemnly and ignoring the robotic english-sounding voice coming from
the radio-like gadget in the female alien's hand, she continued "...I -too, mean you no harm and I'm in your debt".
Boy In A Dress approached Muckles and Svetlana's position with his hands raised to show that he-also meant no harm, but as
the girl observed that this thing also sported long red fingernails, the very sight of 'it' was damaging to the senses.
In fact, it stirred a giggle that she stifled.
Muckles smiled and was content that her use of telepathic empathy had it uses.
"If you'd be so kind... " said BIAD, "... it would help us a lot if you don't mention our being-here" and he'd just got the last words
out before he stumbled forward and offered his bare bottom and a pair of stiletto heels to the two females standing over him.
Svetlana looked over at the grey-skinned alien that matched her own height and heard the translation from the handset.
"Bicano-Vett" which in the language the prone Man-Girl lying in the cold grass understood, meant 'Dick-head'.
Tibbs noticed the proximity-light flashing that told him something was heading their way and sticking his bearded head out of the
time-machine's door, he shouted that they'd better be underway and fast. Mucklebones patted the girl's arm and bowed her head
slightly and Svetlana lowered her head too. "Thank you and I will say nothing of our meeting" she assured her odd-looking savior.
BIAD had collected himself and widened his grin as he pulled the hem of his dress down. "Sorry about that" he mumbled and
awkwardly walked back to the craft that was beginning to buzz. After smirking at each other regarding the weirdo's antics, Muckles
lifted the device to her tiny lips and whispered "Yer'll be fine, lassie".
Svetlana watched the alien -a fellow-female she accepted, follow the red-dressed anomaly towards the antenna-covered spaceship
and climb in. As the door closed, she glanced in the direction that Muckles had earlier indicated and thought she saw vague shapes
on the horizon.
Svetlana's reactions came alive again as a sudden 'whoosh' made her turn back to look at where the sound had come from.
The wind and the swaying grass were her only company again on the barren boggy steppes and for a second, Svetlana actually
felt the emotion of loss.
Where were they going and where are had they come from...? Turning to the faint sounds of cheering men approaching, allowed
those questions to slip away on that cold wind that held sway on the Gydan peninsula.
'bulk space' and 'electromagnetic-phasing' between it's pages'.
I would also suggest that such an informative glossary would have at the bottom of the index page, a crudely-drawn rendering
of a man's private-parts, but that'll be Mucklebones just being a nuisance.
Basically, the juice to make his contraption slip from where it was to where it's wanted to be, is loosely based on the molecular
-based awareness of everything in every universe since everything began and the energy that's emitted from the functioning of
this weird linking.
Our current thinking is that single particles of light or photons, hold certain qualities and have the capacity to interact with an
older version of itself when tossed into a blackhole. It's true, but that strange link that assures the photon will 'find' itself is the
key to true time-travel.
A wormhole won't be required when we finally harness that indestructable chain, we'll just need to work out how to follow it and
utilise the energy that pulses from it.
In fact, the sooner Tibbs gets on Facebook, the better-off we'll all be.
The blue-glow that is seen within the time-machine is the actual exhaust or discharge from the use of such dynamism and the
use of this abundant energy is an old idea to Tibbs' race. Mucklebones would use other words to explain the ability to move
through time and space, but the principle of appreciating one's surroundings and activating the vibrations and electrical fields
of quarks and photons is fundamentally the same.
But that incandescence might also be just a blue lightbulb under Tibbs' seat.
.................................................
The vast tundra held nothing but marshy ground and wind-blown grass, and Tibbs thought it prudent to keep the time-craft in
hover-mode rather than chance sinking into the boggy surface. Boy In A Dress opened the small door and peered out into
the tree-less world and mentally reminded himself to ask the Vithian if there was oxygen outside next time.
"Whey, he's not here..." Mucklebones said sarcastically and nudged her fellow-passenger out of the way, "...'Ah've told yer'
til' 'Ah'm blue in the face that yer' daft science does'na work". The Witch clambered out and dropped to the yielding soil in
a manner that hid her years, BIAD's admiration for the grumpy old alien rose a couple of points.
Tibbs followed the Man-Girl out of the machine, but only after he had lowered it to be a few inches from the ground and now
all three of them surveyed the uninteresting landscape. "The sensors picked up a trace of him here, a few centuries before
the time we were and only eighty light-years away" the little man announced unenthusiastically and lifted the hem of his robes
from the sodden grass.
The light-wind blew and the stunted-grass swayed like waves on a deep-green ocean. The trio watched the horizon for any
movement, but there was nothing.
"Who the fu...?" Muckles began to say and as her company followed where her arm was pointing, her husband quickly
interrupted her with "Please honey, I've asked you to not use that word". A moment passed before Muckles breathed in
deeply and nodded.
"Yes..." she said softly and surprised the red-dressed irregularity beside her, "..I'm sorry, my love"
The stumbling figure was a young girl who's appearance had been hidden by the time-machine's bulk and now she could be
seen just a few hundred yards away from where her hoped-for rescuers stood. "Mai Kia?" she called, but the cold prairie wind
snatched her question away.
Tibbs fished into his robe pocket and produced a small hand-set that he held out at arm's length and the exhausted female
shouted again "Who are you?" -which the Time-Manager's device translated a second later.
Muckles immediately slipped off her poncho and ran towards the girl who had now collapsed onto the boggy ground.
"You-two buggers get her something to drink..." the Witch barked over her shoulder as she crouched down and covered the
girl's shoulders with the dark-green cape. "...And make it hot" she added in a snarl.
Just as evolution had taught all males throughout the galaxy not to argue with their female counterparts when dealing with
emergencies, BIAD and Tibbs quickly set-about unpacking a large hold-all that Tibbs had pulled from the time-machine
and said nothing.
The half-conscious teenager allowed the strange-looking naked creature to help her towards where a fringe-hidden woman
in attire unsuitable for the Siberian wastelands and a little monk with a grey-white beard creating a fire under odd-looking pot.
Svetlana -for that was her name, realised she was now hallucinating due to her dehydration.
"Yer' gonna be okay, lassie" the black-eyed monster with the sagging breasts assured Svetlana, but due to her condition, the girl
thought the assurance came from where the two humans were stood. Panting in her exertions, Svetlana stared at the bright
glow that ignored the wind that covered the land.
"I... I'm lost and very thirsty" Svetlana spluttered and as they neared the spherical object that had no legs and the two individuals
seemingly making a hot brew, the young girl saw the squatting dwarf-like character produce a bottle of water from a large satchel
and pass it to the grinning female hunched in the same position.
The sight of male genitals dangling from -what she'd naturally assume was a woman, caused her to collapse in a swoon.
"Poor bugger" Muckles whispered and carried her the rest of the way.
Svetlana's eyes fluttered open and revealed the nightmare she had imagined before her faint was still ongoing. The small
wizard in the brown robe was packing away whatever paraphernalia they'd used on her and the Man-Woman-thing was making
shadow-animals with his hands on the round craft's surface. The girl believed that this oddity in the alarmingly short red dress
may have mental issues.
"Yer' gonna be fine" hushed the old creature cradling Svetlana's head and as power returned to her muscles, the young girl sat
up and looked immediately for an escape route. Slowly, Mucklebones stood erect and spoke into the device that Tibbs had
given her. "We're just passing through lassie and mean you no harm "
The Witch was wearing the poncho again and strangely this brought a little comfort to the lost-but-now-found youngster.
With initial reluctance of assistance from the odd-looking crone, Svetlana got to her feet and showed her terrified features as
she came to terms with being marooned on a barren moor with three individual misfits. And yet, her being-here didn't seem the
focus of their concerns, storing equipment back into the floating spiky-contraption seemed to be more important.
"Aye, we're gannin" Muckles said easily and the girl heard an automated voice explain that they were leaving.
Grabbing a dented canteen that looked like something out of a western cowboy movie from the area where the dwarf and the...
the 'man' in the woman's attire had been squatting, Svetlana drank it's contents without stopping to see if it was water or not.
However, she was surprised to realise that she wasn't as thirsty as she had been before meeting this weird trio.
Muckles scratched her ass and spoke again into the handset. "There's a party of fellas coming in from the west and are about
thirty miles from this loca... from here" she said and watched the information sink in. Svetlana's frightened face eased as she
whirled to where the alien was pointing and every fibre in her body to her to run in that direction at once.
But for some reason, she didn't. For somewhere in the back of Svetlana's mind, the idea that she'd been somehow saved from
certain death by these peculiar entities whispered to her that immediate threat wasn't on the cards. The girl felt it somehow.
"I'd like to thank you for saving my life..." Svetlana said solemnly and ignoring the robotic english-sounding voice coming from
the radio-like gadget in the female alien's hand, she continued "...I -too, mean you no harm and I'm in your debt".
Boy In A Dress approached Muckles and Svetlana's position with his hands raised to show that he-also meant no harm, but as
the girl observed that this thing also sported long red fingernails, the very sight of 'it' was damaging to the senses.
In fact, it stirred a giggle that she stifled.
Muckles smiled and was content that her use of telepathic empathy had it uses.
"If you'd be so kind... " said BIAD, "... it would help us a lot if you don't mention our being-here" and he'd just got the last words
out before he stumbled forward and offered his bare bottom and a pair of stiletto heels to the two females standing over him.
Svetlana looked over at the grey-skinned alien that matched her own height and heard the translation from the handset.
"Bicano-Vett" which in the language the prone Man-Girl lying in the cold grass understood, meant 'Dick-head'.
Tibbs noticed the proximity-light flashing that told him something was heading their way and sticking his bearded head out of the
time-machine's door, he shouted that they'd better be underway and fast. Mucklebones patted the girl's arm and bowed her head
slightly and Svetlana lowered her head too. "Thank you and I will say nothing of our meeting" she assured her odd-looking savior.
BIAD had collected himself and widened his grin as he pulled the hem of his dress down. "Sorry about that" he mumbled and
awkwardly walked back to the craft that was beginning to buzz. After smirking at each other regarding the weirdo's antics, Muckles
lifted the device to her tiny lips and whispered "Yer'll be fine, lassie".
Svetlana watched the alien -a fellow-female she accepted, follow the red-dressed anomaly towards the antenna-covered spaceship
and climb in. As the door closed, she glanced in the direction that Muckles had earlier indicated and thought she saw vague shapes
on the horizon.
Svetlana's reactions came alive again as a sudden 'whoosh' made her turn back to look at where the sound had come from.
The wind and the swaying grass were her only company again on the barren boggy steppes and for a second, Svetlana actually
felt the emotion of loss.
Where were they going and where are had they come from...? Turning to the faint sounds of cheering men approaching, allowed
those questions to slip away on that cold wind that held sway on the Gydan peninsula.
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