Forever on the Non-Event Horizon, Part 2

May be deemed CIA conspiracy.

Lane indicated they had best leave the ring area for their hotel room in Building 39 on the surface. She decided it was best to send Alice home sooner than planned. That night Alice had trouble sleeping and got up to wander the compound, marveling at all she had experienced so far. In the square was a 2m tall bronze sculpture of Hindu Śiva Nataraja 'lord of dance'. "A special plaque next to the Shiva statue at CERN explains the significance of the metaphor of Shiva’s cosmic dance with several quotations from The Tao of Physics. Here is the text of the plaque: [Known as the Nataraja, this particular form of the Dancing Shiva is one of the greatest gifts to the world of art. Shiva symbolises "Shakti" or life force, in the Hindu Trinity. He is the Creator, the Sustainer, and the Destroyer. Beyond the Nataraja's artistic form lies a profound meaning to be comprehended at many levels. The Nataraja in Ananda Tandava shows Him dancing the universe into existence, sustaining it with His rhythm and dancing it to extinction. Creation is sparked by the vibration of the drum in the right hand; protection of sustenance by the open palm of the front right arm, a gesture of assurance that grants freedom from fear. The fire in the left arm dissolves the universe while the front left arm points downward to the lifted left leg, the solace of the worlds. The dwarf representing ignorance is trampled under the right leg. The aureole represents the cosmos, the sun, moon and stars revolving in perpetual and fiery motion.] Ananda K. Coomaraswamy, seeing beyond the unsurpassed rhythm, beauty, power and grace of the Nataraja, once wrote of it “It is the clearest image of the activity of God which any art or religion can boast of.” More recently, Fritjof Capra explained that “Modern physics has shown that the rhythm of creation and destruction is not only manifest in the turn of the seasons and in the birth and death of all living creatures, but is also the very essence of inorganic matter,” and that “For the modern physicists, then, Shiva’s dance is the dance of subatomic matter.” It is indeed as Capra concluded: “Hundreds of years ago, Indian artists created visual images of dancing Shivas in a beautiful series of bronzes. In our time, physicists have used the most advanced technology to portray the patterns of the cosmic dance. The metaphor of the cosmic dance thus unifies ancient mythology, religious art and modern physics.”" http://www.sanskritimagazine.com/vedic_science/shivas-cosmic-dance-nataraj-at-cern/ and https://hinduexistence.org/2012/07/14/god-particle-cern-lord-shiva-nataraj/

At midnight she began returning to their quarters, when she witnessed from the staircase window a bizarre scene, a solemn procession of black-clad acolytes approach Nataraja and conduct a mock satanic ritual blood sacrifice of a young woman. Access to the square was only through security gates so, whoever these dark figures were, they were authorized to be there. The next day a video appeared on Facebook made from the 3rd floor stairwell of CERN's office Building 40 across the square from the hotel. Bedlam erupted online over the video so CERN officials had to issue a statement proclaiming it a prank. The Guardian oddly reported the incident, "Spokeswoman at high temple of particle physics suggests ‘scientific users’ of the Geneva facility ‘let their humour go too far’ with staging of occult rite...The European Organisation for Nuclear Research (Cern) has launched an investigation into a video filmed at night on its Geneva campus depicting a mock ritual human sacrifice. The video, which circulated online, shows several individuals in black cloaks gathering in a main square at Europe’s top physics lab, in what appears to be a re-enactment of an occult ceremony. The video includes the staged “stabbing” of a woman. It is filmed from the perspective of a secret viewer watching from a window above who, as the ceremony reaches its climax, lets out a string of expletives and flees with the camera still running. The ceremony appears to have been staged in front of a statue of the Hindu deity Shiva that is on permanent display at the complex, home of the Large Hadron Collider. “These scenes were filmed on our premises but without official permission or knowledge,” a Cern spokeswoman told Agence France-Presse in an email. “Cern does not condone this type of spoof, which can give rise to misunderstandings about the scientific nature of our work.” The “investigation” under way was an “internal matter”, she said. The video has raised questions about security on Cern’s campus. Asked to detail the security procedures surrounding access to the campus, the Cern spokeswoman said: “Cern IDs are checked systematically at each entry to the Cern site whether it is night or day.” She further indicated that those responsible for the prank had access badges. “Cern welcomes every year thousands of scientific users from all over the world and sometimes some of them let their humour go too far. This is what happened on this occasion,” the email said. The spokeswoman was not available to comment the possible identity of those responsible. Geneva police told AFP they had been in contact with Cern about the video but were not involved in an official investigation. Cern hosts machinery carrying out some of the world’s most elaborate particle research, including an enormously powerful proton smasher trying to find previously undiscovered particles. With Agence France-Presse": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2M667gqmkOc&t=291s

Alice found it peculiar that CERN would conduct an "internal investigation" in which no doubt the laboratory and all ritual participants would be absolved of any wrongdoing. At its weird dedication ceremonies, Switzerland's Gotthard Base Tunnel "The world’s longest and deepest rail tunnel was unveiled with a bizarre ceremony featuring a goat-man [Baphomet] who dies and is resurrected, women simulating sex with each other and drone-like human workers marching to a rhythmic drum beat." They hired performers to enact "dramatic displays" under an all-seeing eye, enacting demonic secret society rituals, some clad in elaborate costumes, others only in underwear.: http://www.wnd.com/2016/06/new-tunnel-christened-by-bizarre-demonic-ceremony/ and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QF3Kvb1u94

In general relativity, an event horizon is a boundary in spacetime beyond which events cannot affect an outside observer. In layman's terms, it is defined as 'the point of no return', i.e., the point at which the gravitational pull becomes so great as to make escape impossible. An event horizon is most commonly associated with black holes. It may represent an end of time. 

The Mandela Effect likely got its name from all those who remember learning that South African anti-apartheid revolutionary Nelson Mandela died in prison. People exhibit the Mandela Effect by recalling different song lyrics, subtle logo changes, TV show details, or movie highlights. For some it can be even more dramatic: vivid memories of a celebrity death like Willie Nelson, Doris Day, Keith Richards, Carol Channing, or Zsa Zsa Gabor. Others cite Colorado Flat Tops Wilderness Area Trappers Lake Lodge, rescued by firefighters during the Big Fish fire in 2002, or only the stone fireplace and flagpole remaining. In your time stream, are there Berenstain Bears or Berenstein Bears? What does Snow White's queen say to her mirror? Does bible wine go into new bottles or new wineskins? Do lambs lay down with wolves or lions? Is the Lord's Prayer the same as you learned it? Does it say debt or trespass? How do you remember Sally Field's famous Oscar line?: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCnPEwvtwmY Do you recall ever seeing Sulawesi, our world's 11th-largest island? What color are C3PO's legs? What does Forrest Gump say about chocolates? In Field of Dreams, if you build it who will come? Interview with (a or the) Vampire? Sex (in or and) the City? Where did blond pig-tailed Moonraker girl Dolly's braces go? What's going on? Is it CERN? Mandela Effect: http://mandelaeffect.com/

Alice kept hoping that someday physicists would come to their senses and find a simplified description of the Cosmos without extra dimensions, black holes, quanta, and other weird stuff so normal people could understand it, but then her folks might lose their jobs. 

When Abby picked her up at Albuquerque International Sunport, the first thing Alice wanted to know was, "Did my dad take good care of Bunsai?" She was not prepared for Abby's reply. "Is that your new nickname for Bonzo? Your dad couldn't have done any better. Every time I checked there was fresh food, water, and litter." Since main matters were covered, she let the name thing drop, made a mental note to tell her dad he's cool now, and inquired about new gossip. Abby wanted to hear about Europe so they bantered back and forth. 

Bonzo the guinea pig just squeaked. That was unacceptable. Alice wanted Bunsai back, but no amount of bargaining, pleading, or crying would convince her parents to let her fly back to CERN. Instead, she began to formulate another option. I'm just a mirror of the milieu I perceive, she thought, so who can help me? Arkansas-born Waylor Tilson, the boy who played with fusion and netted a $50K prize for his radiation detector in 2011 at the Intel International Science and Engineering Fair in Los Angeles, was a geek girl's vision of Adonis, 23 as of this writing and living in Reno.: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bB93E-C7OPo 

She talked Abby into a Reno road trip with Bonzo in Abby's beater Dodge by paying expenses with bribe money her dad gave her to quit hounding him about CERN. After an uneventful night off the strip in Vegas and with the air conditioning at full blast, 3/4s of the way en route near Walker Lake on US Route 95, she could have sworn she spotted Marty and Doc in the DeLorean, but they vanished in a flash. At UN-Reno they quickly found Waylor's lab just by asking around. He still hung out at Davidson Academy on campus where he once took both high school and college courses for free as a prodigy. Still weighing his options, he turned down offers from the Departments of Energy and Homeland Security for the device he built cheaply that did the work of one worth tens of thousands of dollars. He imagined himself an entrepreneur like Lon Musky.: http://images.mentalfloss.com/sites/default/files/styles/article_640x430/public/obama-taylor-wilson_5.jpg 

Alice walked right up to Waylor, introduced herself and Abby, and quickly described her situation. He was immediately intrigued, while at the same time awkward about interacting with 2 bright cute girls. Alice poured on the charm and soon had him committed to lending his expertise and fusion reactor to her dilemma. Unlike the huge CERN facility, in order to promulgate spacetime variations on the order of reversing species transmigrations ala Bonsai/Bonzo, he'd have to piggyback his device onto a powerful enough particle accelerator. Even the Varian K-9 accelerator at UNLV's Harry Reid Center wasn't up to the task. He closed his eyes for a few moments and grabbed his chin deep in thought. "Your answer is close to home," he blurted. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Los Alamos has a strong enough linear particle accelerator." Soon 3 humans, a fusion reactor, and a caged guinea pig were crammed into the Dodge heading East and South. The A/C began blowing less cool air, then, after a couple hundred miles, quit altogether so they rolled down all the windows. 

Back on US 95, Alice kept a lookout for the DeLorean. When they got to Beatty near the Nevada Test Site at sunset, Waylor asked if they could indulge him for a couple of hours. The teens looked at one another, trying to guess what he meant. All he wanted was to find a good viewpoint to scan the sky after dark. He found a rutted track his dad had shown him and they slowly drove it with lights off up to a ridgetop where a rusty gate blocked further progress. Abby switched off the engine and they all got out, except Bonzo. Alice threw a blanket over the car's roof and they climbed up to sit there. Dusk in summer lingers so they passed the time listening to the onset of night insects, admiring the silhouette of the Sierras and welcoming the cooler air. By nightfall, stars emerged in abundant glory. Among Waylor's gadgetry were a wristband Geiger counter, a strobe flashlight, and a tiny camera. Time for some geeky freaky. Off in the distance lay Groom Lake and Area 51. 

A peaceful, but uneventful, 2 hours passed, yet the experience bonded Waylor and the 2 girls as friends. They chattered like monkeys the whole time on the car's roof and during the drive back down. When they returned to US 95, they were surprised to find Martin "Marty" Seamus McFly straining to push the DeLorean along the paved shoulder. "Great Scott!", hollered Emmett Lathrop "Doc" Brown. "We'll never reach 88 mph to stop Biff in Hill Valley." Just then Marty spotted the Dodge, still with its lights out. "If you put your mind to it, Doc, you can accomplish anything. Little help here?" The others left their vehicles and walked to Marty's side. "My car can't push yours to 88 mph," Abby said, as Doc opened the DeLorean's hatch, revealing its flux capacitor, and said, "Well, if we had fission material, we wouldn't need a push." Waylor spoke up, "I've got a little in the Dodge." "Do you have any idea how much power 1.21 gigawatts is?" Doc demanded. Fingering his wrist band, Waylor hesitatingly replied, "Actually, I do." Doc replied, "Radiation detector? Of course. 'Cause of all the atomic wars."

Doc gave his usual DeLorean-as-time-machine spiel, "First, you turn the time circuits on. This one tells you where your going. This one tells you where you are. This one tells you where you were. You input your destination time on this keypad. Say you want to see the signing of the Declaration of Independence or witness the birth of Christ. Here's a red-letter date in the history of science: November 5, 1955. Of course, November 5, 1955! That was the day I invented time-travel. I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge of my toilet hanging a clock, the porcelain was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the sink, and when I came to I had a revelation! A vision! A picture in my head! A picture of this! This is what makes time travel possible: the flux capacitor! It's taken me nearly thirty years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that day. My God, has it been that long? Things have certainly changed around here. I remember when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see! Old man Peabody owned all of this! He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees." 

Soon Waylor's fusion reactor was jury-rigged to the unit with promise of its safe return later at Los Alamos. Marty and Doc hopped in and sped away to stop Biff, but a Nevada state trooper was headed the opposite direction just as they accelerated and wheeled around to give chase. "Unit 54. In pursuit of speeder near mile marker 200, 10-31." he radioed. At precisely 88 mph the DeLorean dematerialized, leaving behind twin traces of fire. "Dispatch, cancel that, 10-22." No way he would report that and risk being the laughing stock at HQ, yet another bizarre sighting on this beat. A 13-acre huge silent black triangle glided overhead from the east. The only one of them to see it was Bonzo from his vantage point low in the back seat out the rear window. It was easily the eeriest thing he'd seen in his short life so he whistled in awe as the Geiger counter barely clicked.: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frB_fXbCjes and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRxbwMfe7iY

With the naiveté of youth, they chose to enjoy their next stay in Vegas and visited the glitziest attractions, before falling into bed after 3. A late afternoon start delayed a Los Alamos ETA until the following day. When they did arrived, the DeLorean and its intrepid crew were awaiting them at the rendezvous. Marty spoke first, "Good, you're back!" "Great Scott, Einstein's clock is exactly one minute behind mine and still ticking!" said Doc too loudly, as usual.

Since this was her project, Alice took charge as much as she could, but soon realized she was out of her depth when it came to linear accelerators, fusion reactors, and flux capacitors. Waylor and Doc brainstormed together, while Marty tried his luck amusing the girls without much success. They reverted to Los Alamos jargon and he found himself commiserating with Bonzo, who relived his reverie with the triangle with occasional nods and squeaks Marty's way. 

Nerds seem to find the back door to any secure location and Waylor was no exception. Los Alamos may have state-of-the-art security, but that didn't stop physicist Richard Feynman from making a game of it in the '40s and not much changed in that regard since. Doc and Waylor, as offbeat as could be in normal life, fit right in as super geeks inside the laboratory. Together they fashioned passable IDs and looked like any other team of senior and junior physicist with Doc babbling incoherently and Waylor showing proper deference. They worked their way to the inner sanctum and affixed the fusion reactor to the linear accelerator to function in tandem. Soon energy levels only ever achieved at CERN were pulsing throughout the network. Waylor fine tuned his device deftly with utmost precision so Doc was duly impressed. Brows furrowed among cognoscenti, but never did any suspicion fall on the interlopers. With a flair for the dramatic, Waylor raised his left hand over his head and, like a maestro, brought it down in perfect time with an electrical hiccup that signaled a 2nd anomaly. They removed the piggybacked device and calmly exited the complex. 

At Alice's home, people and pets returned to normal. "Just where have you been?" she queried the rabbit. Bonsai tried to answer her but there were no words.