Paradoxed (Plus!) Pt 1
The Tempest and her new friend had just travelled elsewhere and elsewhen in spacetime, benignly paradoxed by Sarusammog to before the situation in the Library.
The would-be book-thief gave his name as Marius, and was on point the moment they arrived. He looked about, and surveyed the area before signalling the Tempest by gesture. Here, they would find the cure for his daughter, or, perhaps as intended, prevent her illness altogether. Marius was a professional, a successful burglar of many heists, and was not about to screw this up.
“The lab is this way. I’ll keep a look out for any surprises while you get the samples. We mustn’t let them get loose and escape through the ventilation as they did in the original timeline. If we pull this off well, none of that will have ever happened. My senses can perceive objects in up to five spatial dimensions without too much cognitive strain, so I’ll make a good early warning system!” The Tempest whispered to the thief as he pulled out the tools of the trade, and then skillfully unlocked the security safeguards that protected access to the facility. “What do we do once we get them? They’ll be dangerous if we’re careless, so we mustn’t mishandle them. Disposing of them could be a problem.” He silently spoke in gesture, a sort of thieve’s cant in sign language, and as the Tempest had already downloaded it into her hypershard’s language drive, she quickly understood, and gestured, “Don’t worry. I’ve done this before, a long, long time ago. As you’re now officially a temporal passenger of mine, you’ll still remember the original timeline, for a while, before memory fades, and your brain and body acclimate to the new one. You’ll never need to steal to support your family. I’m sorry, but some trades should never be needed. We have only an hour to do this before the critical window ends and the opportunity lost. Are you done?”
The security systems bypassed, the lab airlock opened and cycled as Marius entered, now in the lab. The Tempest could only navigate a space-time jaunt in general locations, unable to precisely map out the exact spatial position of the jump. Her skill mostly focused on the accuracy of temporal, not spatial shifts. She had shifted them to the general location of the lab, but to the precise time of the juncture point’s beginning. Marius scanned the room, and spied a storage freezer marked with a biohazard sign.
He placed his favorite lock pick, a quantum counter that indicated in seconds the exact combination needed for the manual lock. It had run through the superposition of all possible combinations before converging on the actual. He gingerly opened the freezer, carefully removing of vial of samples, of a rare alien disease being studied for a cure, a disease that in the original timeline would escape by accident and threaten the lives of his daughters.
“You can come in now. I have the samples. Is anyone coming?” Marius gestured.
“No, not yet. I’ll be right in. Let’s get this done!”
To be continued.
Troy David Loy ©2017
Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.
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