The Coherent Convergence
Disclaimer: You are reading Fan Fic, enough said. But I will give props to the original writers who started this idea in 1996. They had a good idea that then was subjected to death by committee. Then it was taken by Samael 3 so he could spout hateful bile with it. I have decided to write the original idea in a way that can be enjoyed by the readers.
The original Convergence is on web . archive .org under sfcreators .com /Convergence
Samael 3's so called work is on this site under the title Infinite Convergence.
Felt that they should get the proper credit for inspiring this work.
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Garabaldi rolled out of bed and considered his itinerary for the day. There was the researcher that he was meeting with to discuss his project that had been draining money from Edgars-Garabaldi Corp for over ten years. The promise of that much free energy was hard to pass up though. So here he was, back on Babylon 5. Leis had opted out of joining him for one more trip to the station, since she was just starting to get a handle on running the huge corporation.
With Earth a biological no-go zone, Mars had to expand its livable area or the human race would become just one more drifter society like the Markab. All the colonies only made up about half a billion people. And while still enough to survive, without a home system that would quickly start to lose their cultural identity.
After that he had lunch with Lockley, and then another scientist to meet with. Some crack pot who claimed to be able to shield a person from any form of telepathic probe. The only problem was that he needed government approval since the telepath war had resulted in the dissolution of the Psi Corp. Dr. Jennings had known of Garabaldi's sever distaste for telepaths and asked him for help, given the corporation's connections within the New Human Government. Michael had to admit that the idea did have promise, but telepathy was unpredictable and adaptive.
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Ben had been having a bad day. While not his worst, it came close. This idea to have a convention of the greatest creative minds from across the Alpha Quadrant did seem like a good idea at the time, but now that it had been going on for a few days he was wondering what had sounded so good about it. The lull in the fighting had been good for the station, allowing everyone to settle in after the brief occupation.
The dominion had left the place in a right state of disrepair when they fled from the system for the relative safety of Cardisian space. But a week of constant repairs had finally restored the station to it's previous well run down condition. Now he was looking forward to a little rest before the next crisis arrived.
But the altercations seemed to happen every five minutes with so many vast intellects in the same place. He was tempted to have Odo and Bashier do a paper on the subject after this was all over, but the chief of security would probably strangle him at the mention.
His thoughts were interrupted by the chime of the com, "Ops to Sisko."
"Go ahead Dax." He sighed.
"Sorry to bother you Ben, but we have something odd going on here." Jadzia said.
"Could you be any more vague old man?" Sisko let a grin pull at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that the subspace threshold around the station is starting to fracture." The concern in her voice was obvious.
"What appears to be the cause?" Ben asked, his previous amusement totally forgotten.
"I can't pinpoint any one originating location. It's almost as though the entire station is resonating the signal."
"I'm on my way. Go to yellow alert and let Odo know. This may be something the Dominion left behind." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door as the circuit closed.
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"Uh boss," Seamus Harper's voice called over the comm, "We seem to be having a problem."
Dylan sighed, "Could you be anymore vague Mr. Harper?"
"We appear to be picking up a tesseract reaction, but the pattern is all wrong."
"I thought you dismantled that damn thing?" Dylan said as he changed direction to head for the bridge.
"I did boss, and this appears to be coming from something else. The intersection points are stable."
"So what are we looking at?"
"I'm also picking up some inconsistencies in the readings from the internal sensors. It looks like parts of the ship are missing, and others are just wrong."
A hologram appeared beside Captain Hunt and walked with him through the corridors, "My internal diagnostics show no problems with shipboard systems. But I can not dispute what Seamus is saying. The tesseract detectors are totally pegged out. Also the engines seem to be off-line. It happened at the same time as the odd reactions, so they may be connected."
"Okay, transmit a warning to avoid this place until we can sort this thing out. And Harper, get down to the lab and make sure that machine is actually dismantled. I'll be on the bridge in a moment."
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In an unreality, somewhere between the spaces of the universe and the times they inhabit, four beings existed around a game board. The game might have been called chess, except new levels were appearing at random, with connections existing between different locations on each. All the boards also held thousands of pieces, seeming to be carved from marble, moving of their own accord.
One of the beings transmitted its thoughts, "The Continuum can no longer just sit back and allow these mortals to ruin everything."
Another agreed, "Indeed Q, but this now goes far beyond our ability to control. With so many realities intersecting, the energy necessary would cause the Continuum to implode."
The third put in, "If we do nothing then all of these realities, including ours, could be lost."
The last entity finally thought, "Since I have by far the most experience with these lessers, then I can tell you that all we need to do is steer these beings in the right direction and they will likely solve the problem for us. All we need to worry about is shoring up the walls of the Continuum against any possible breach."
The second answered, "Very well, you will handle the lesser. But be sure that you succeed, or there may not be a place for you to return to."
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Hope you enjoyed it. This is simply the beginning, but don't expect frequent updates as this is only a side project for me and life has a way of getting in the way. Constructive criticism is welcomed and I am allowing anonymous reviews, so feel free to speak your mind.