A/'N: Lightbulb, this came to me. It's taking ideas from Timeline, few of the characters. Therefore, I'm making most of the people up on my own. This takes place after the events of Timeline. *~
"It's possible," I disagreed, shaking my head in protest. Gordon glared at me, eyes narrowed, glancing from his clipboard back up to me, and putting on an amused, 'eat shit' sort of smile.
"I'd like to know how, then, Ms. Naise."
"Well," I paused for effect, and to gather the millions of thoughts that were buzzing through my mind. We sat in a board room, faceless scientists and researchers behind him. Behind me were my team - Preston, Chase, and Rickson - looking particularly nervous. Our entire year of research, our ideas.. sweat, tears, and blood.. rested on my speech.
But no pressure or anything.
"Yes?" he asked, pointedly, some of the scientists behind him sharing looks.
"If the multiverse is created out of the dimensions that have split," I started, and then offered a smile and went on, as the ideas formed themselves, shaped, fell into place in my brain, " then who's to say that we're the dimension everything's been split from? We can move into the future, because we're the past of another dimension. We were split away, too. Just as the Castelgard incident was the past of our reality, we are the past of another. Therefore, we can go forward, because it does exist."
There was a pause as scientists glared at their clipboards, blinking as they tried to work it out.
"You've said it yourself," I went on, grinning back over my shoulder to my three comrades, then looking right back to Gordon. "Time doesn't flow. One time exists alongside another in the multiverse."
"And you want to go forward." He stated - didn't ask - calmly, leaning forward against the table. "We don't know what's *there*, Katherine. We don't know. If we send you forward, we might send you right into an earthquake, or a natural disaster, or a flood, or the bottom of the ocean, or off a cliff. There might be a war, there might be factors that we haven't even begun to dream of. Who can say what the future holds?"
A pause, as I glanced down at my notes. We'd thought of all of this, and all of us had agreed - "We can. After we get back."
"The risks are too great," he argued again, shaking his head. "I can't let you do this."
"Do you truly believe the risks are greater than the rewards, Mr. Gordon? To know what the future holds? To .. to know what's to come?"
"This isn't just a few years you're asking for, Ms. Naise. This is a millenium. Will the Earth even be intact in a thousand years?"
"There's one way to find out."
"You're mad," he said simply, giving a sigh. "You'd almost certainly die."
"Then let us," I said, firmly, face of resolve sliding over my features. "Let us risk it. They're our lives to lose."
"Are your teammates behind you?" he asked, glancing back at the three. Denise Preston, a woman with a very hard, draconian face, brown hair pulled up into a tight bun. Wire frame glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. She looked like she was a librarian. And she was far nicer than her appearance suggested. Gregory Chase, a younger man from a rich family; he was handsome, very boyish, not very muscled, and also gay. Quiet and shy, he always liked to keep to himself while working, but he always had a smile for whoever would accept it. And finally, there was Robert Rickson, the captain of his highschool and college football teams. He was broadshouldered, strong. At first, there was a bit of animosity between Rob and Greg, but it was soon pushed aside. Meanwhile, I - Katherine Naise - was a student of law when I heard of the Castelgard incident from a very drunk man at a bar. I was intrigued, so I went to New Mexico to find things out for myself.
It was two years ago. They were seeking to hire people, and I demanded to see whoever was in charge. I was brought to Gordon. I admit, at first I was attracted to him, but it did not last long - I had to be a professional about things. I was hired to learn the technology, and so that I wouldn't tell my knowledge of that accident, and that they'd left a man behind in the past, to anyone else. It was a year and three months ago, when I'd first gotten my idea. I'd been listening to a few scientists lecture about the multiverse, when suddenly it hit me. If we can go to a dimension of our past, then why not a dimension of our future?
"We are," said Rob finally, nodding firmly. Beside him, Greg and Denise nodded as well. Gordon saw this, and shook his head, muttering and looking down at his clipboard.
"You're all insane."
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"It's possible," I disagreed, shaking my head in protest. Gordon glared at me, eyes narrowed, glancing from his clipboard back up to me, and putting on an amused, 'eat shit' sort of smile.
"I'd like to know how, then, Ms. Naise."
"Well," I paused for effect, and to gather the millions of thoughts that were buzzing through my mind. We sat in a board room, faceless scientists and researchers behind him. Behind me were my team - Preston, Chase, and Rickson - looking particularly nervous. Our entire year of research, our ideas.. sweat, tears, and blood.. rested on my speech.
But no pressure or anything.
"Yes?" he asked, pointedly, some of the scientists behind him sharing looks.
"If the multiverse is created out of the dimensions that have split," I started, and then offered a smile and went on, as the ideas formed themselves, shaped, fell into place in my brain, " then who's to say that we're the dimension everything's been split from? We can move into the future, because we're the past of another dimension. We were split away, too. Just as the Castelgard incident was the past of our reality, we are the past of another. Therefore, we can go forward, because it does exist."
There was a pause as scientists glared at their clipboards, blinking as they tried to work it out.
"You've said it yourself," I went on, grinning back over my shoulder to my three comrades, then looking right back to Gordon. "Time doesn't flow. One time exists alongside another in the multiverse."
"And you want to go forward." He stated - didn't ask - calmly, leaning forward against the table. "We don't know what's *there*, Katherine. We don't know. If we send you forward, we might send you right into an earthquake, or a natural disaster, or a flood, or the bottom of the ocean, or off a cliff. There might be a war, there might be factors that we haven't even begun to dream of. Who can say what the future holds?"
A pause, as I glanced down at my notes. We'd thought of all of this, and all of us had agreed - "We can. After we get back."
"The risks are too great," he argued again, shaking his head. "I can't let you do this."
"Do you truly believe the risks are greater than the rewards, Mr. Gordon? To know what the future holds? To .. to know what's to come?"
"This isn't just a few years you're asking for, Ms. Naise. This is a millenium. Will the Earth even be intact in a thousand years?"
"There's one way to find out."
"You're mad," he said simply, giving a sigh. "You'd almost certainly die."
"Then let us," I said, firmly, face of resolve sliding over my features. "Let us risk it. They're our lives to lose."
"Are your teammates behind you?" he asked, glancing back at the three. Denise Preston, a woman with a very hard, draconian face, brown hair pulled up into a tight bun. Wire frame glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. She looked like she was a librarian. And she was far nicer than her appearance suggested. Gregory Chase, a younger man from a rich family; he was handsome, very boyish, not very muscled, and also gay. Quiet and shy, he always liked to keep to himself while working, but he always had a smile for whoever would accept it. And finally, there was Robert Rickson, the captain of his highschool and college football teams. He was broadshouldered, strong. At first, there was a bit of animosity between Rob and Greg, but it was soon pushed aside. Meanwhile, I - Katherine Naise - was a student of law when I heard of the Castelgard incident from a very drunk man at a bar. I was intrigued, so I went to New Mexico to find things out for myself.
It was two years ago. They were seeking to hire people, and I demanded to see whoever was in charge. I was brought to Gordon. I admit, at first I was attracted to him, but it did not last long - I had to be a professional about things. I was hired to learn the technology, and so that I wouldn't tell my knowledge of that accident, and that they'd left a man behind in the past, to anyone else. It was a year and three months ago, when I'd first gotten my idea. I'd been listening to a few scientists lecture about the multiverse, when suddenly it hit me. If we can go to a dimension of our past, then why not a dimension of our future?
"We are," said Rob finally, nodding firmly. Beside him, Greg and Denise nodded as well. Gordon saw this, and shook his head, muttering and looking down at his clipboard.
"You're all insane."
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