~Two to Tango~

Ronald leans closer to her. He can smell the clean smell of soap with just the lightest touch of perfume. He watches as a strand of her red hair slides across her face making her appear even more alluring. The spell is broken when she turns and says "Look at this article on the teachings of Bohm by Geoff Haselhurst on space and ."

Ronald slides the chair on wheels close as she explains " David Bohm's article from 1980- called Wholeness and the Implicate Order 1980. Bohm argued that time is caused by wave motion. He was focusing on Quantum Physics from 1982 Paris ALain Aspect that under certain circumstances subatomic particles can instantaneously communitcate with eachother regardless of distance." Ronald sighs as his brainy love interest continues. "He later concluded that the subatomic particles were not communicating with one another but that their separateness is an illusion. Bohem believed in an individual whole. He named his movement Holomovement." He stated that our universe is a hologram."

She types frantically on her keyboard. While Ronald rest his head on his palm watching her.

Oracle reads on. "Pigeonhole and holographic principles," to BF Skinner and project pigeon, mangetoception, pigeons in war, The story of "CHER AMI". She ends with the Quantum Apocolypse. She read the blog posts over and over. She turns and faces Ronald.
"How do we know if what we perceive is real?"

Ronald edges nearer.

"Real" is defined by electrical signals that are interpreted by our brain. It effects everything we perceive. It is what we see, what we feel, taste, hear. Our brain uses that data itr receives and forms an image...a picture...that picture is based on our own belief on our memories we have learned to perceive...as "real!"

She takes off her glasses and rubs her temples.

He looks at her. He cannot stop himself as he touches her chin with his hand and lifts up her face.

"This is real."

He leans toward her and kisses her deeply.

She is at first shocked but then gives in and closes her eyes as they kiss harder, moving closer. The sound of her computer snaps them out of their passion. She adjusts her hair and slides toward the screen. "There are so many theories on alternate universes. Mirror universes, fractured universes, multi universes, parallel. Ronald realizing she enjoyed the kiss as much as he did plays along. " For this we need an expert." Ronald finds an article on a Professor Hamilton and snaps his fingers.

"Professor Emil was a former employee of a company called Star Labs. He wrote various articles on his phantom zone projector as well as time ships. He once worked for Lex Luthor."

Oracle leans and gives him a quick peck on the cheek with a wink. "Good job!"

"You know I can work more than the usual 40 hours a week as long as I am paid by your kisses!"

"I'll bet!" Oracle replies with a slight blush.

She then looks for anymore teleportation links and finds Rex Taylor and an article about "miraclo." Rex has many abilities but the most interesting is teleportation, and visions through time, precognition and possible telepathy. An article was published about an android colony he started called Tyler in 2001.

~Coffee and Conversation~

Oracle and Ronald wait sipping the cafe mocha grandes at Barnes and Noble. Oracle suddenly sets her sleeved cup down and stands. "Professor Hamilton?"
"Thelma Rodgon?"

Barbara nods acknowledging her alias name of her mother and scrambled actual birth name and introduces Ronald as the trio take a seat.

"So what is the urgency of my former employer? You know I don't like discussing that company at all."

"I am sorry to trouble you but it appears that your project may be in operation."

"What operation?"

"Your projector."

"My projector? How did you gain access to that information and who are you exactly? Did Lex send you to spy on me?"

"I assure you, I do not work for Lex Luthor nor do I have any other interest in S.T.A.R. lab experiments other than the one you specifically designed."

She looks side to side than pulls out a pen and writes on the napkin stained with a tiny circle. Phantom Zone. Then balls it up.

The professor's eyes flash wildy.

"Yes, that is my creation. I had nearly finished when Lex pulled the chord on my final steps in testing and told me that I was being replaced by a new employee, set backs he had said as I was tossed aside with a tiny severance packet and a box to pack up before the work day had ceased."

Ronald scoots his chair closer. "Look I know why you are scared and you should be. We are all being watched but anything you can tell us about your experiment and a colony called Tyler may just save us from peril."

"Look, I never got to complete it. They replaced me with Kitty Faulkner. She still works there."

Trump takes a gulp and slams his cup down hard on the formica. "Come on! You expect me to believe you just left without a thing? That you just abandoned your dreams? That you never checked back to see what they may possible be doing with YOUR INVENTION? I have a pretty good hunch that you are not of average IQ and I am not of average IQ either! I grew up near K Street!"

"All right. Yeah maybe I kept a few things, maybe I made it so that some things went missing and yes I did check... I still had lots of friends who agreed that my termination was unheard of...My project was focused on teleportation. I had just begun my experiments with birds. It wasn't until later that I dared try it out on a human. This was way back when I had just joined star labs in 1984. Back then it was an up and coming laboratory. The name stands for The Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Laboratories. That first day was the happiest day of my life. Imagine a kid in the candy store...Well I was able to pick my own work, the funds were endless as well as work hours. We were allowed overtime, got exorbitant bonuses, raises and grandiose holiday pay. I was convinced that my boss was the the greatest man on earth. He spoke to us all individually. No one saw him enter on our first day. He would just appear behind us one by one. He told me how he believed in me, in technology, in the ability to defy the impossible." Trump looks side to side then continues in a soft whisper.
"I had just been begun the end stages of my theory. The only one willing to be a guinea pig was good old Rex. Rex Tyler and I were old friends. We usually ate lunch and discussed our latest work. He was down in corrider C usually deep into lab work for what he called " miraclo." Rex said the miroclo contained a metagene that gave him visions through time. His behavior and mood changed drastically during his dosing and he revealed one day babbling about something called "mindgame." He said it was not your ordinary computer. He said the computer was bored and had connected somehow to ancient databases that had been off circuit for over forty years. He said the machine opened up a World War II program and that the world would soon end if he didn't stop it. He pleaded with me to hurry and finish my work."

Suddenly he leaned with his face in his hands shaking.