The Time Camera


Chapter One
First Light

Two hundred twenty five million years BC; the Triassic period

The pesariat herd had reached the river with no losses and they began to drink their fill. It was the first of the rainy season and water was now present in great supply. But with plenty also comes danger. The scent of postosuchus was heavy in the air and the pesariat bulls were wary.

Bill Farrell stared at the image with great satisfaction. He made a small adjustment to the Stern Gerlach spin state separator and the picture became even clearer. He located a drop of dew on a fern frond and expanded the image. The reflection of the sun was clear in the drop so he focused an optical discriminator on the tiny star of light and increased the particle flux. Fluctuations in the air pressure caused the reflected image of the sun to shimmer and flicker in response to sound waves. He now had sound to go with the picture.

Low wailing's and the rustle of grass in the wind. The members of the herd were communicating with each other using moans and eerie creaking and clicking sounds.

Suddenly there was a muffled roar and the thud of tramping feet. The pesariat herd was instantly alert and turned as a single creature toward the sound.

Farrell adjusted the sighting vector and searched for the source of the sound. Almost immediately he found it. A large four-legged animal, looking like a distant cousin to the crocodile, was approaching the herd at full gallop. The creature, a postosuchus, was seeking food by ambush at the watering place.

The pesariat bulls formed a line of defense and their powerful tusks were directed toward the invader, while the cows and their calves moved to stand behind the protecting males. The postosuchus made several advances toward the herd but the challenge of those fearful daggers was sufficient to give the great carnivore pause. The pesariat had won this skirmish but in the long run the victory would go to the attacker and the pesariat would be extinct.

Bill logged the spatial and temporal coordinates of the events and marked the label on the recording block accordingly.

Two hundred and twenty five million years in the past, the Triassic. The location was what was now Arizona and the time camera had actually photographed images of events that had passed into history thousands of millennia ago and only a few meters from where Farrell now sat. When these things had taken place the earth had but a single landmass, Pangea. The separation of this supercontinent into what we see today lay in the dim and distant future.

The Time Camera was a top-secret spin-off of a project designed to develop the first quantum teleportation super computer. The concept was based one of the more exotic aspects of entangled particle pair physics. Farrell and his associates discovered that the apparent violation of causality exhibited by these particles was actually a result of the fact that entanglement exists completely independent of time. The result of this was that entangled particles retain their "spooky interaction" as Einstein called it, not only over great distances but also over great periods of time. In other words a particle that exists today can be entangled with a particle that existed millions of years ago or millions of years in the future. Physicists were still sorting out implications of this but the first practical application of the principal was the Time Camera.

Suddenly, images that had existed only in archaeological texts were now as available as if a television field crew had been present to record the events in their finest detail. Dinosaurs, the emergence of mammals as a dominant species, the dawn of man, the beginnings of civilization, the building of the pyramids, all were accessible to the Time Camera. The impact on science was enormous but the social and ethical implications of such a device were beyond calculation.

William Farrell was one of only three people in the world that knew of the existence of the time camera. Robert Horvath, Farrell's boss and John Rodine, an engineer in Farrell's development group had participated in the design and construction of the camera and the three of them had decided to keep the discovery under wraps indefinitely. However an event was about to take place that would force the trio to reconsider that decision.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the nations' capitol. Tourists had returned to the city and the government agencies were finally showing signs of recovering from the terrorist events of a few years earlier. All this tranquility was shattered in a single instant when an explosion destroyed the top floor of a hotel that was located less than a mile from the White House. The explosion was not devastating, probably less than one hundred pounds of explosive material was involved. The true nature of the disaster was discovered when it was determined that the bomb had been surrounded by nearly half a ton of finely pulverized radioactive cobalt. The worst terrorist threat had been realized, a "dirty bomb" had been detonated in Washington D.C.

The recriminations began immediately. All the usual suspects were rounded up for public and internal scrutiny. The FBI had dropped the ball, The CIA wasn't sharing information, The White House was playing the entire situation for political advantage, Congressional inactivity was responsible. It was Middle Eastern terrorists or it was a faction from Asia, or it was a malcontent U.S. citizen bent on destruction a la the Oklahoma City bombing.

The real truth was far more disturbing than any of the accusations, in reality, no one had a clue. The explosive was of a type never before seen and the cobalt could have been neutron activated in any of several hundred reactors and could not be traced. Security camera recordings in the hotel showed nothing unusual and the penthouse where the explosion had taken place had been under reconstruction for over a year. After a month of rigorous investigation the authorities were no closer to discovering who had committed the act or even how the bomb had been smuggled into the building without detection.

Everywhere the investigators looked they found nothing. The media was beginning to ask embarrassing questions and the inevitable radiation sickness including skin tumors and internal cancers from the cobalt 60 was becoming impossible to ignore. No one had even claimed responsibility for the act.

Horvath called Farrell into his office and shut the door. He then walked around the room shutting off every piece of electronic equipment including his computer, his cell phone, even his wired phone was unplugged. When Farrell started to ask what was going on Horvath just held a finger to his lips and shook his head. When he had finished his rounds he opened a briefcase and removed a small device with a keyboard and a digital readout. He pressed a few keys and then began to walk around the room holding the instrument before him. After a few minutes, satisfied that there were no detectable bugs or other listening devices he put the detector away and sat down at his desk.

"Marvelous theater," thought Farrell.

"You are aware of the terrorist bomb in Washington?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Of course." Replied Farrell.

"What do we have to do to set up the time camera close enough to the site to get a clear picture of what was going on just before the blast?"

"Are we going to go public with the camera?"

"No, I hope not," said Horvath "just answer the question."

Farrell thought for a moment and tried to digest Horvath's implications. "Well, we wouldn't need to move the entire camera to the location, just an entangler module. We can track the particle pairs from here if we do that."

"How long would it take to set that up?"

"Hmm…" Farrell removed a small note pad and a calculator from his pocket and quickly did some calculations. "Depending on how much image time we would want a day, two at the most to load a portable entangler and its doppelganger with pairs. If you want to do what I think you want to do we should have at least ten to the twentieth pairs in the system, that takes time to generate."

"OK, that's about what I thought. Get started on it right away and I'll get back to you later today." Horvath stood, went to the door and opened it. "This afternoon I'll brief you, assuming that I get permission to try this."

The project had built three entanglers and their corresponding doppelgangers for the time camera experiments. These devices stored electrons and their entangled particle pairs in two nearly identical containers. About the size of a household refrigerator these machines stored quintillions of electrons in a magnetic storage loop at temperatures near absolute zero.

These electrons were produced in pairs by a particle accelerator with one electron from each pair going into the entangler and the other going to its doppelganger. These devices would then synchronously emit their stored entangled electron pairs one at the location of the entangler and the other at the doppelganger. It was these pairs of entangled particles that provided the heart of the operation of the time camera. Einstein wouldn't have liked it but once more experiments proved he was right.

It was four in the afternoon and Farrell was putting his office away for the night. He hadn't heard from Horvath so he assumed that whatever the man had attempted he had not been successful. Well, whatever the outcome Rodine had started the process of loading an entangler and its doppelganger with particle pairs from the linear accelerator in the lab. If it turned out that Horvath was able to proceed with the project at least the machines would be ready. He watched as the condensed moisture from the air chilled by the slight loss of liquid helium poured over the floor like a thick fog.

John Rodine, a broad grin on his chocolate colored face, waded through the mist toward Farrell. He gestured toward the two storage machines. "Well, these should be full by noon tomorrow and I have another pair ready to load if we need them. They're chilling down right now."

Rodine was one of the best hardware engineers Farrell had ever met. He had an almost mystical understanding of "the way things work" and he was not only willing to get his hands dirty on the equipment—he loved it. And from what Farrell could see this romance was completely reciprocated by the various devices under Rodine's' affectionate care. A recalcitrant mechanism that refused to function if operated by anyone else would immediately spring to life in Johns' presence. Farrell didn't pretend to understand it but he depended upon this strange affinity more than he might care to admit.

John walked over to a panel of gauges and computer readouts, stared at them ruefully and made a slight adjustment to a knob. "I think I'll stick around for a bit just to make sure these things get loaded properly."

"John, I know you have a family, don't they miss you? It really is time to head out."

"Well" John mused "I have two families, Jenny and Paul across town and these critters here." He gestured toward the lab full of equipment. "Jen and Paul went to a movie and right now these folks need me. I'll stick around a bit. Besides, something important is about to happen and I want to be here when it does."

"Uncanny," thought Farrell.

A red light flashed over the door into the lab and Horvath's anxious face appeared on the entry control screen. Farrell walked to a nearby panel and pressed a button. The door buzzed and Horvath pushed it open. He looked around the room glanced at Farrell and turned to Rodine "John, glad you're here. I see you're loading, when will these be ready?"

"'Bout noon tomorrow and another set getting' ready to fill." Was the reply.

"Great! I was hoping for that. How do you feel about taking a little trip?"

"To D.C.?" John grinned.

Horvath looked startled and turned to Farrell. "What did you tell him?"

"Nothing, John's smart enough to figure things out for himself."

Horvath considered that response and went on. "Well, here's the game plan. As soon as these things get loaded and checked out the entangler gets put in a box van and you and it get flown to D.C. in a C130 we have waiting. Once there we hook it to a tractor and get as close to ground zero as we can. We can put it up wind so you should be able to get pretty close without any danger from the radiation. Once you get there and get it set up you and Bill start to lock it up and get the coordinates firmed. We need to do the time regression ASAP."

Farrell looked at the clock and made a few mental calculations. "How far back do you want to go at first? We need several runs to get the Schrodinger solutions. Until we get those all we can do is real time"

"Let's start with a few seconds before the explosion and work back from there. We can take a series of stills and see if we need motion or sound. Oh, and by the way, you'll have some company while you do this Bill. This went all the way to the President and he wants his National Security Advisor" and reps from the FBI and the CIA looking over your shoulder. There might be someone there from the NSA as well."

"My God Robert, have these people been cleared for this project?"

"The President gave them the clearance and that's as good as it gets. They're all very senior and they've been briefed on the security and the general idea but you're going to have to tell them a bit about how it works and what the capabilities and limitations of this thing are. I don't think they believe it."

"I barely believe it myself."

"Another thing, we won't let them in till you have the entangler and the camera locked up and producing images I don't want them in your hair while you're getting this thing ready. They'll want hard copy of just about everything you see and DVD's and God knows what else, we will just have to be prepared."

The C 130 Hercules' engine turbine whine strengthened to a roar and the plane began to roll down the runway rapidly picking up speed. In an amazingly short distance the giant craft became airborne and was soon out of sight.

Rodine pressed the call key on his phone and waited for Farrell to answer.

"Farrell here, are you in place?"

"Roger, in place, approximately two hundred meters north of ground zero. Ready to engage the entangler. Time hack from GPS follows, three, two, one, hack."

There was a beep from one of the consoles connected to the doppelganger and a computer display changed from "PENDING" to "CONFIRMED".

"Roger DC, particle pair contact confirmed, begin real-time system lock up. Particle flux OK for one megapixel thirty FPS image."

A picture appeared on a video display console. It was a hotel building its top floor damaged. Two walls of the penthouse and the roof were completely blown away. The remaining walls were shattered with exposed insulation and wiring fluttering in the wind. The view was from ground level about a quarter of a mile away.

No attempt had been made to clean up the blast site because of the danger of radiation from the cobalt. Farrell adjusted a control and the image view point flew to the top of the building and focused on one remaining wall. "We are at ground zero, camera pointing angle two seven zero degrees magnetic, field of view is seven five degrees. Image quality good. Ready to acquire first Schrodinger coordinate matrix."

"Roger" said Rodine "increasing particle flux to three times ten to the sixth per second."

Farrell stared at the computer readouts as each of the equation coefficients displayed rapidly changing numbers. Gradually the displays slowed and finally stopped their frenetic dance. He waited for perhaps ten seconds and then said, "First Schrodinger Tensor set is stable, go for set two. Again the numbers performed their dynamic shottish and again came to a stop. Three more times the procedure was repeated until finally Farrell stated with solemn finality "Schrodinger solution set complete, ready for time regression."

Farrell checked his log for the fiftieth time. "Explosion time tick fifteen hundred hours twenty seven minutes forty two seconds on my mark, MARK!" Farrell pressed a button and there was a loud beep. "Now regressing to tick minus ten seconds, on my mark, MARK!"

The images on the video display screens changed dramatically. Where a moment before had been open sky and a sundered wall there was now darkness pierced in a few places by shafts of dim light.

"Adjusting for reduced light level." Farrell rotated a knob and the image brightened so that the details could be seen and there in the center of the East facing view was the bomb, lethal and sinister and ready for detonation.

He pressed a button on the intercom. "Time regression to tick minus ten seconds complete. We are ready for our visitors."

The door burst open almost immediately and five scowling figures in dark suits entered the room, they were followed by a very rumpled looking Horvath.

Farrell took the opportunity to assume the offensive. "I apologize for the delay in letting you gentlemen view the process but setting up the time camera is a very sensitive operation and a one second mistake can result in a one hour delay which none of us can afford. I gather you were able to watch the process on the closed circuit television and now I assume you would like to see what the room looked like seconds before the explosion.

The four views were presented on four large screen video monitors labeled "N", "E", "S", and "W". A fifth screen displayed a computer graphic illustrating the room from above. The location of the bomb and the four virtual cameras were clearly marked. Four of the five men were studying the image of the bomb in the West facing screen, the fifth man was examining the time camera equipment.

One of the men, the one from the FBI, asked "Is it possible to view the bomb from each side?"

"Certainly" said Farrell, he went to the screen that displayed the overhead view of the room and using a light pen did a drag and drop on each of the cameras. Now there was a virtual camera facing the bomb from each of four directions. He then pressed the enter key on a keyboard and after about a half a second the image changed. The bomb was now visible from four sides.

"Amazing" said the CIA, "Fantastic" responded the National Security Advisor.

About a half an hour and fifty or more printouts later the National Security Advisor said. "This is truly a phenomenal achievement. I think we have seen much more than we had any right to expect. Now we know how the bomb was built and have a place to begin looking for the bombers."

Farrell was astonished. These men really did not realize what they were looking at or what the time camera might be capable of. "Don't you want to see who placed the bomb here and where they are now? The camera can do much more than what you have just seen."

Now Farrell adjusted the cameras so there was only one. It was in the North East Corner of the room and its view took in the entire apartment. He then set the system to display a sequence of regressions at one hour intervals. At tick minus sixteen hours the picture suddenly included the figures of three men. He then moved the camera to get close up views of each mans face and printed copies.

Further regression showed two other men assembling the bomb from packages that had been disguised to look like large cartons of ice cream and frozen yogurt. He then moved forward in time to the point where the three men were preparing the bomb for detonation. Just before the men left the room he placed a "tag" on each of them. Now within limits the machine could track them. "As long as they don't leave the Washington area we can follow them."

Within an hour the locations of three of the five men had been determined. Two had returned to their jobs in a liquor store in Reston, Virginia and the third had traveled to Boston by bus where he was attending a class in maritime navigation. The two others had gone to Dulles International and taken a flight to Cairo. The system could not remain locked on a flying aircraft but it was simple enough to fly an entangler to Egypt and pick up the trail.

Within four hours the time camera had solved one of the most heinous crimes in history with none of the investigators having to leave his seat in the lab.

The look of amazement on the part of the agency men had gradually changed to one of concern and even fear. As they prepared to leave the National Security Advisor turned to Farrell and Horvath "I trust you gentlemen realize what a dangerous device you have created."

"We do now," said Horvath "We do now."

Chapter Two
Missing In Action

The time camera was rapidly becoming the worst kept secret in Washington. The intelligence community wanted unrestricted access to the device and wanted assurances that no one else would even be aware of its existence. The military was making similar demands and even members of the medical community wanted to test the time camera as an alternative to X-ray. Rumors of its existence had caused much concern in the Middle East and Asia while most European governments suspected (or at least hoped) that the whole thing was a hoax.

Horvath and his crew were under tremendous pressure to provide more demonstrations of the system and there was reason to believe that the entire project would soon become militarized.

Quantum Dynamics International Inc. gained fame with their demonstration of the actual teleportation of microscopic quantities of silica and gold over a distance of three miles. The experiment had been performed six times and had been verified three times by independent experimenters. The energy costs were enormous and only substances could be transported, objects could not. Even so, the impressive achievement resulted in a flood of over two billion dollars in investment capital. The investors were well rewarded when QDI announced the first commercial computer based on quantum teleportation. While teleporting solid objects was prohibitively expensive and probably would not be practical for years, they demonstrated that teleporting information was not only practical but had a surprising advantage over conventional data transmission, it was truly instantaneous.

A quantum state sent from point A to point B arrived the same instant it left the transmission site, no delay, not just faster than light but truly instantaneous. This opened the door for a new type of computer that was millions of times faster and more powerful than the most elaborate but conventional super computer. The result of this was that Horvath and Farrell and the other founders of the company became multi millionaires many times over. It was this embarrassment of riches that permitted Farrell to explore some of the other properties of entangled pair quantum physics. It was during these explorations that he discovered that occasionally, not very often, but occasionally the quantum state would arrive at point B before it left from point A. He was so startled by these results that it was a long time before he believed it.

Finally, experimental results were so convincing that he was compelled to accept the evidence. He decided against revealing this astonishing discovery so he constructed a convincing but false explanation for what the system did. He "invented " the Time Invariant Schrodinger Equation Solution Matrix" and explained the operation of the time camera in terms of this arcane mathematical concept. It was all hocus-pocus but hardly anyone understood Schrodinger tensors anyway so he figured he could get away with it.

In reality, the operation of the time camera was based on the fact that even though entangled pairs operate independently of time, quantum teleportation coordinates included time as one of the variables so the ability to send one half of entangled pairs back in time was part of the process. The environment at their destination altered them and these alterations were observed in the mated particle that stayed at home. It was a variation of the famous but little understood Einstein twin paradox. As a result, Farrell was the only person that knew how the time camera really operated.

Horvath arrived earlier than usual at the lab and saw that a large Army helicopter was parked at the far end of the parking lot. As he approached the administration building he noticed several soldiers in military battle dress. They were carrying formidable looking weapons. He was considering what to do when several men in officers uniforms stepped out of the admin building and approached him.

"Dr. Horvath? I am Major General Martin Styles, I have been assigned to the Time Camera project and we will appreciate your full cooperation. If you would come with us into your office we can explain what is taking place."

They entered the building and the reception area where poor Cindy Carson sat with a look of complete terror on her face. She was flanked by two Marines, each was carrying an automatic rifle.

"My God, what have you done to her?"

"Nothing" replied Styles "She's just confused about our presence."

"Well, so am I, What the hell is going on?"

General Styles gestured toward the door to Horvath's office. "Can we please go inside, we can talk more comfortably there."

Horvath, the General and a colonel Barton sat at the large conference table in his office. An armed marine saluted the officers stepped out of the office and closed the door behind him.

The General shifted in his seat and glanced at Colonel Barton. "Dr. Horvath, I will come directly to the point. The President has decided that given the vital nature of your work regarding national security, the time camera project should become militarized and placed under the direct supervision of the Department of Defense. Your cooperation and the cooperation of your staff are essential to the smooth transition of the project to its new status." He reached into his open briefcase and withdrew a sheaf of papers.

"This is your copy of the executive orders signed by the President of the United States." He handed the stack of documents to Horvath. The General continued, "Colonel Barton will be acting military director of the project and your position will remain as civilian director and general manager, at least for the time being. Now, if you would ask senior members of your staff to join us, Colonel Barton has a number of suggestions and requests."

Horvath was thunderstruck. These people came out of nowhere and had snatched away from him everything he had worked on for years. "I think I need to talk to my lawyer." He said numbly.

"I am afraid that will not be possible at this time." Said Barton. "Perhaps later, after we have resolved some of the questions regarding the project and clarified its charter. Now if you would call in your staff, we are particularly interested in talking to Dr. Farrell and Mr. Rodine."

Horvath's brain was whirring and for the first time in his life he was at a loss for words. He finally blurted "I didn't see their cars in the parking lot, they probably haven't arrived yet. They were working late last night."

"I see" said Barton. He removed a small radio from his pocket and pressed a button. "Sargeant, would you please come in."

The door opened and a Marine entered the room. He was a large man and looked menacing.

Colonel Barton removed a notebook from a pile of papers on the table and studied it briefly. "Sargeant, I want you to locate these two men and escort them to this office. They may be here at the facility but it is more likely that they are still at home. You will find all the addresses here." He handed the Sargeant the notebook.

Farrell and Rodine as well as Rodine's wife and daughter were nowhere to be found. They had not shown up for work and a search of their homes showed evidence of rapid packing and a sudden departure. Both of their cars were missing.

"They were abducted or they left of their own free will. Either way we have a serious security problem. Yes sir, Yes sir. Right away sir." General Styles closed the cover on his phone and turned to Horvath. "That was the Secretary of Defense. Needless to say there is considerable concern regarding the security of this project. Tell me Dr. Horvath, can the time camera be used to discover what happened to them or give us their present whereabouts? The Secretary is getting ready to authorize a manhunt for your colleagues. Maybe we can head that off."

The QDI lab in Arizona had a total of thirty six employees, of these twenty five were technical staff mostly concerned with research on the quantum teleportation computer. The remainder were support personnel. Of this group only three knew of the time camera and how it worked. Now two of these were missing under mysterious circumstances. Horvath had a problem. It took a minimum of two people to use the time camera if the target was any distance away. One to operate the camera the other to operate the entangler module at the remote site. Both had to have an understanding of the operation of the camera and aside from himself no one else at the facility even knew of its existence.

"That poses something of a problem." Said Horvath "I will have to train one of my staff to operate the entangler module and that means telling that person about the time camera."

"Can't you just explain how to operate the machine without telling the person how you are using it or what you are using it for?"

Horvath thought for a moment "General, you need to understand this. These people were hired because they are extremely intelligent and experts in quantum physics. If I didn't explain what we were trying to do they would either refuse to do it or they would figure it out for themselves. Either way, you would not get the results you are looking for. Remember, these are scientists and engineers, not soldiers. They do not discipline well and they are nearly impossible to fool."

Colonel Barton scowled and fixed Horvath with an icy stare. "Perhaps if we explain that they will be arrested and tried for treason if they don't cooperate their attitude would improve."

"I gather that you have never worked with people like these before. They are all genius level intellect or above and they are vigorously if not violently independent. I suggest that you let these people do their jobs and failing that you should, at least, chose your adversary wisely. These are scientists and engineers, mostly physicists and chemists, they can make a bomb out a box of cornflakes or poison gas from a dirty sock.

"Properly motivated they could kill you and all of your staff in any of a hundred striking ways before you had any idea you were at risk. In that sense these are some of the most dangerous people on the planet. Treat them with respect.

"As for treason, I suggest that you not bring that up. Before they were done with you they would have concluded that you and your people were the traitors and they would deal with you accordingly."

Horvath hoped he hadn't over played his hand but these "military" types needed to know that they could not get away with stealing the project without a fight. The look on The General's and Colonel's faces caused him to suspect he had made his point.

Finally Colonel Barton closed his notebook. "Why would you hire such intractable people?"

"Because they are the only ones that can get the job done." Horvath said flatly.

The machines hummed softly and display screens glowed with shifting shadows and colors. Horvath had convinced Styles and Barton that the first step in finding out what had happened to Farrell and Rodine was to use the time camera to study the lab area at a time when the two men were last known to be at work. Also, there was no reason to relocate an entangler or to train someone in its use as the particle pairs could be produced at the location where they were needed.

Horvath made several adjustments and the image cleared. The display showed an image of the laboratory, the calendar clock on the wall showed


The lab was empty.

Horvath adjusted the regression and suddenly two men appeared in the image. They were Farrell and Rodine.


The two men were seated in the same chairs as Horvath and General Styles and they were looking at the same screens. It was like looking at a picture of people looking at a picture of people looking at a picture. Unconsciously Horvath looked behind him to see if there was a hidden camera. It was apparent that Farrell and Rodine were greatly disturbed by what they were seeing.

The Colonel pointed at the display. "Is there any way to see what they are looking at?"

Horvath said, "I think so." He made an adjustment and the screen within the screen filled the field of view. It was an office with a large American flag on the far wall. The image was not crystal clear but easily recognizable. There were three men in the picture. Two of the men were General Styles and the Colonel. The third was the Secretary of defense.

"Oh my God" The General held his hand to his forehead. "That was the meeting where we were told to take control of this project."

"Well," Horvath grinned "I guess that tells us what happened to Farrell and Rodine."


Chapter Three
Hiding Out

Farrell and Rodine and his family are on the run. Equipped with a portable and much advanced version of the time camera they manage to elude their pursuers.

It was a pretty little stream flowing into a pretty little lake.

John Rodine and his son Paul were sitting by the edge, flycasting poles in hand, eyeing several large trout that were swimming lazily upstream. These fish had little experience with the aggressive and carnivorous nature of human beings so they were perilously complacent, or so it seemed for some
times complacency is actually guile in disguise.

John turned to his son and nodded. Then, as Paul watched, he gave a flick of the wrist and laid his hand crafted treasure about ten feet ahead of the first fish in the squadron. It was a tempting bluebottle at the end of the line, John had spent hours on this particular fly and was convinced that it would overcome the caution of the most wary of fish. As the stream carried the fly toward the trout, the largest, oldest and probably wisest of them took notice and swam casually up to the delicious looking but deadly thing. The fish seemed to smell the bait but did not bite. And then as if at a signal, the other trout approached the fly and each in turn took a "sniff" and then backed off.

"They don't think it's real," Paul observed.

John turned to his son. "How smart do you think fish are?"

Paul stared at the fish who were now ignoring the bait, "I don't know, smart enough to stay alive I guess."

John gave his son's unruly hair a tousle and began to put the fishing gear away. "We both learned an important lesson today."

Jenny Rodine and Bill Farrell sat under the canopy of the motor home and watched the two anglers return. She glanced at the obviously light creel. "How are they biting today?" she asked.

"John glanced at his son. "Today the fish are smarter than we are, right Paul?"

Paul grinned at the private joke, "Today they are, maybe they'll be dumber tomorrow."

Farrell smiled and began to help put the fishing gear away. "Don't count on it," he said."You just have to get smart faster than they do."

Later that evening Paul was playing a computer game and Jenny was cleaning up the tiny kitchen. John turned to Farrell and asked, "What did you find out today?"

Bill sighed, "Well, they're looking for us. Horvath used the camera in the lab to discover that we knew what they were up to. I can't tell if they realize the limitations of the lab system yet but they'll figure it out soon enough. You might want to take a look at what I found out today."

The rear bedroom of the 45 foot Winnebago had been converted into a small laboratory where Bill Farrell and John Rodine had set up a miniature version of the time camera.

Farrell inserted a cassette into a VCR and pressed the play button. "I recorded this earlier, I think you'll agree we have a problem."

The screen cleared and the images of Secretary of Defense Don Arnold, National Security Advisor Roland Olson, and General Styles could be seen. The general was standing at a display screen that showed the orbital parameters of a spy satellite.

"We've re-tasked Vela Hotel seventeen to look for them and CIA is using some of their birds as well. We think they might be using a large motor home owned by John Rodine's brother. We're searching a four hundred mile radius from their home and so far we have over three hundred possible hits."

"Three hundred," asked the National Security Advisor? "That seems like a lot."

"Well, there are lot of big RV's out there. And they all have white tops." He shook his head in frustration. "Also, these are just the ones that are out in the open. The motor vehicle registrations show over five thousand of the things in Arizona alone. And, if it's garaged or in a tunnel we won't see it. The state police have been alerted but so far they haven't come up with anything."

Secretary Arnold leaned forward for a better look at the satellite chart. "I understand that there is some sort of difficulty with the time camera at the lab."

"Yes" replied the General," and we have no idea what's causing it." The thing can look back in time but you can't see anything farther away than about fifty miles. Horvath tried to set up one of those entangler modules but it didn't work. He says he has no idea why."

"Do you believe him?"

"I think he's telling the truth, He's been working for two days trying to solve the problem but so far nothing."

Security Advisor Olson made a sour face and popped a mint into his mouth. "Well, this is ridiculous. We know the thing can work, we all saw it work. Do you think Farrell or Rodine might have sabotaged it?"

General Styles turned off the display. "I asked Horvath about that. He says he doesn't think that's possible. The machine is exactly the same as when we all saw it work, nothing has been changed or damaged."

"Well, something's different," said Arnold. Eeither that or Horvath is hiding something."

Farrell reached over to the machine and stopped the tape.

"Well, they seem pretty frustrated, Do you have any idea why it doesn't work," Rodine asked?

Farrell smiled and then looked sheepish. "It doesn't work because Horvath doesn't know how to make it work."

Rodine looked puzzled "What's that supposed to mean? He helped design the thing, if he can't make the camera in the lab work why does this one work?" He gestured at the rack of equipment standing in the corner of the room."

"Because, John, the camera in the lab is a fraud, well, almost a fraud. It works locally but the distance operation that's synchronized by the entanglers is a hoax. It only works at a distance if you know the secret. The whole Schrodinger equation thing is something I dreamed up to disguise how the camera really works. Horvath doesn't know that and, up until now, neither did you."

John sat quietly for a few moments. "Well, in a way, I'm relieved, I never understood that part anyway."

"Don't feel bad, nobody understands it because it's all mathematical double talk, there wasn't anything to understand. I dreamed up this ridiculously complex explanation and fake procedure to disguise the fact that the real mechanism is absurdly simple. No one, especially Horvath, would be willing to believe that the underlying principal of the camera isn't much more complicated than the science behind a washing machine timer."

John looked hurt. "I guess I don't understand why you didn't tell me about this sooner. Don't you trust me?"

Bill put his hand on John's shoulder "Of course I trust you, but I didn't want to expose you unnecessarily. If you knew the secret you and your family could be in danger. I realized that the second those government suits watched the camera operate while you were in DC."

John looked dubious. "Well, thanks a lot. If these bastards even think I know how it works my family and me are in trouble anyway. Do you really think they'd believe me if I told them I didn't know? Especially considering that I didn't know that I didn't know.Just fil me in on how it doeswork and can we use it to keep those guys off our backs?" He gestured toward the now dark television monitor.

"You remember how hard we worked on quantum teleportation? And when we finally discovered how to make computers that utilized the principal it turned out to be astonishingly simple? And that we didn't dare tell anyone that it was that simple?"

"Well, yes but I . . . "

"It turns our to be the same thing with the time camera."

"Look Bill. I've seen the thing operate. I have run the entanglers, I know they're necessary to the process."

"You're right but not for the reason you think. You figured that it was the entangled pairs and all that Schrodinger slight of hand that made it work. That 's what I hoped everyone would think, but that wasn't it at all. It was just a matter of discovering the coordinates. The entangler module provided an empirical way of getting the coordinates but we really didn't understand them." He gestured toward the machinery in the corner. "But because of the entanglers, I discovered out how the coordinate system works so the machine
can run without the entanglers or the doppelgangers."

"OK then, how does it work." John was growing frustrated.

"Straight quantum teleportation in both space and time. The coordinates are very complex but once you know how they work they can be expressed as a mathematical equation. So, you can actually send one of the particles of a pair not just anywhere but anywhen as long as you know the coordinates.

"We use quantum teleportation to send a stream of particles to a particular place and time. Those particles interact with the environment, there-and-then, and their entangled partners reflect the nature of that interaction in the here-and-now."

John sat quietly and digested this revelation. "So the idea that we use naturally occurring particle pairs that exist in different times is a fiction?"

Bill stared at his hands and tried to formulate his thoughts. "No, not exactly, the naturally occurring pairs do exist and they are a useful part of the process but they don't exist in sufficient quantities to create an
image. We use them to focus the system but it's the pairs we create here that actually do the job."

"Doesn't that make for a paradox?"

Bill smiled, "What sort of paradox do you mean?"

"Well if we observe trans-temporal entangled pairs of particles that existed years ago that shouldn't do anything to causality because their partners existed in another time and the effect those particles had were part of that time. But if we teleport particles to that time and they interact with
particles of that time doesn't that change history?"

Bill stared out the window, "I don't know. It is an important question but I really don't know. I just know that the process works. At that level I don't understand it either. We do know that we don't understand causality at the quantum level at all."

Suddenly there was a sound from outside the motor home, it was a low flying helicopter. The chop, chop, chop of the main rotor blades and the buzz of the tail rotor suggested that it was a big one.

Jenny stuck her head into the room. "Do you think that's them? Do you think they found us?"

John ran to the door and looked outside he could see the big chopper as it headed for the eastern hills. "Forrest service, probably checking out a smoke. Doesn't look like our friends."

Bill turned to the rack of equipment, "Let's check it out." He keyed in some commands and an image of sky appeared on the main screen.

He looked at his watch, "That thing went over about a minute ago, is that about right?"

"Seems right" said John.

Farrell pressed a few more keys and a large helicopter appeared. "Ok, lets take a closer look." After a few more adjustments the image of the interior of the cockpit filled the little screen.

John looked on in amazement. "You can keep track on a moving aircraft? That' s new."

"Coordinates again John, coordinates. Now let's take a look inside this thing."

Bill used a joystick to maneuver the location of the virtual camera. As the point of view wandered about the cabin of the craft it appeared that the crew were all U.S. Forestry personnel. Heavy canvas over garments, fire fighting equipment, all very typical of what one would expect except for one thing. There was a large complex optical device mounted in the cabin. It was configured to look out of the left side of the craft and was pointed directly at their motor home. The crew of the helicopter did not appear to be paying attention to the device.

"What is it?" asked John

"It looks like a camera or scanner. I don't think it's standard forestry service issue."

"It might be some sort of infrared pickup that spots early fires." John said hopefully.

"Possible," said Bill. "Lets take a closer look." Farrell moved the point of view to the back of the device. There was a view screen with an image of the terrain below. It showed an image of trees and a camp ground, it appeared to display what the instrument was looking at. Then the image on the screen was that of the motor home with John Rodine standing in the doorway looking directly at the helicopter and the device within it.

"We're busted," said John with a sense of finality.

"Not necessarily," smiled Farrell. He made several adjustments to the camera's particle pair generator and focused the time camera on the innards of the device in the helicopter.

John looked on in amazement. "What are you going to do?"

"I am about to screw with causality big time. I did a time regression to a point just before the instrument saw us and I am going to teleport about one hundred trillion electrons into the sensing chip of that thing. The CCD will be fried before it ever sees us." He pressed the button.

"What is it?" asked John

"It looks like a camera or scanner. I don't think it's standard forestry service issue."

"It might be some sort of infrared pickup that spots early fires." John said hopefully.

"Possible," said Bill. "Lets take a closer look." Farrell moved the point of view to the back of the device. There was a view screen with an image of the terrain below. It showed an image of trees and a camp ground, it appeared to display what the instrument was looking at. Suddenly there was a flash and the image vanished only to be replaced with noise.

"What happened?"

Farrell stared at the instrument. "I don't know. Suddenly there was a flash and the thing just died.

Chapter Four
Time is very much stranger than we think

Farrell sat quietly and stared at the time camera's monitor. He could feel a cold sweat forming at the base of his skull. He started to speak several times but could only utter inarticulate stifled sounds.

John Rodine looked at him with growing alarm, "What's the matter Bill, you look like you just saw a ghost."

"I… I don't know what just happened. I was thinking that if that thing saw us I would try to damage it somehow. Maybe damage it just before it saw us. And then as its image was approaching our campsite it failed, just before it could see us."

John rubbed his chin, it was a peculiar habit of his when he was thinking about something difficult. "I don't get it, how would you do that?"

"Well, like I said, the camera works by teleporting particles through both space and time. I was thinking that if the thing saw us I would teleport a large number of electrons into its sensor," he gestured toward the image of the scanning device on the camera monitor, "and burn it out just before it saw us."

"Yeah but you didn't do anything, it burned out before you could."

"Maybe, yes, maybe that's what happened." He sat and stared at the monitor wordlessly. There was a growing coldness in the pit of his stomach.

"I think I know what happened but it's so crazy that I want to make a few tests before I tell even you. Just remember one thing John. Remember what you said about altering something in the past and changing history? Well, just keep that in mind for a while."

Farrell made adjustments to the camera and got a close up view of the sensor chip in the helicopter's scanning device. "Now watch this, I just set the regression to a point moments before the thing burned out, if that's what it really did."

As they watched Bill counted down to the moment of failure, "three, two, one, now."

When he said "now" there was a flash in the image of the chip and the close up view showed a large number of the elements along the edge of the CCD fusing into a shapeless mass. It was exactly what one would expect if a very large number of electrons had suddenly appeared in the circuitry.

Now both men sat stunned and speechless as they stared at the image on the monitor.

Bill Farrell finally reached over to a control panel and turned the time camera off. He wasn't sure but he thought he might be sick. He turned to Rodine. "Maybe, time is very much stranger than we think." Then he looked out the window at the darkening sky. "I think we better get the hell out of here, the sooner the better."

CIA analysis lab, Langly Virginia.

The scanner had failed without anyone in the helicopter crew being aware of the problem. It had been designed to operate autonomously and it was decided that failure was so improbable that there was no reason to include an alarm system. So it wasn't until late that evening, when the records were being downloaded from its computer, that the true nature of the failure was discovered. It was immediately assumed that something on the ground had caused the problem but an investigation of the campground revealed nothing.

Martin Cohen had been with the CIA for nearly fifteen years. In all of his experience he had never been confronted with something as unbelievable as the Time Camera Project. Cohen was a special intelligence agent, he was also an electronics engineer and the program manager for the "Warm Body Scanner" or WBS for short. The WBS was designed to locate people in buildings even through several inches of concrete and steel walls, it had a wide variety of applications.

It was a CIA designed, covert device installed in a Forrest Service helicopter. It was one of several on loan to law enforcement and other government agencies as part of the search for Farrell and Rodine--and the scanner had failed at a critical moment. What was worse, the failure was physically impossible and yet it had occurred.

Billy Fox peered through a microscope at what was left of the CCD image sensing chip. "It would take at least one hundred volts, probably more, to break down the insulation like this and at least two amps to fry this thing the way it did. There isn't anything even close to that level of power in this part of the system. The highest potential in the image head is five volts and at most the current available is a few milliamperes. It couldn't happen, but it did."

Cohen stared at the video monitor displaying the same scene. "How about something from outside, some kind of EM wave or laser?

"Well, a laser wouldn't do this. A laser might burn a hole in the image plane but the damage was only on the edge of the chip, out of the image field, behind a shadow mask. If a laser hit there it would have to burn through the mask first and it's completely intact."

"How about an EM wave?" Cohen said angling for an acceptable answer.

"No way. You know how well shielded this thing is. An elecrto-magnetic wave powerful enough to do this would have fried other things in the scanner, not to mention kill everybody on the chopper. From what I can tell this is all that got hit. What's more, I can't see any path for the discharge, it's as if the jolt just came out of nowhere."

"Ow!" Cohen winced, holding his head.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm just trying to figure out what I'm going to tell the general."

They broke camp and moved the motor home immediately after the incident with the helicopter. They drove all night and finally found a new "campsite" in the basement garage of an abandoned building in Flagstaff. Using the time camera Farrell set up several "virtual" cameras around the building and had their outputs displayed on one of the monitors. "If anyone tries to come near we should have some warning." He tried to convince himself.

Later that evening he asked John to join him in the tiny lab. "I need you to help me with an experiment." He handed Rodine a quarter, a note pad, a pencil, and a folded slip of paper that had been sealed with clear tape.

"Ok, now I want you to flip that coin ten times and write the results on the note pad. Use a 1 for heads and a 0 for tails."

Rodine did as he was asked and wrote a series of 1's and 0's on the pad.

Now, I want you to enter that sequence onto the number pad of the keyboard and then hit "Enter".

Puzzled, John completed the task.

There was a beep from the time camera, nothing more.

"Ok, now open the folded paper and tell me what you see."

Again John did as he was asked. "It's a piece of computer printout with a series of 1's and 0's."

"OK, now compare that list with the numbers you just entered into the computer."

John stared at both lists of figures, his eyes widening. "They're exactly the same! Now how in the hell did you do that?" He picked up the quarter and scrutinized it. "Some kind of trick coin?

"Use one of your own if you like, we can do it again."

Suddenly the printer buzzed and fed out about an inch of paper. Farrell quickly covered the printout with one hand and tore the slip from the machine with the other. He folded the slip and keeping it in plain site laid it on the table. He then pointed at the tablet. "Use your own coin and do it again."

He went through the procedure and again, keyed in the numbers and hit "Enter". Then he looked at the numbers on computer printout, once more they were identical to the coin tosses.

Again the printer buzzed but this time Farrell did not cover the numbers. Instead he tore off the sheet and handed it to Rodine. "OK, look at the numbers and then do it again."

This time the coin tosses and the printout bore no resemblance to each other.

"What the hell's going on here Bill? You are really screwing with my head!"

"I don't think so, somehow I'm screwing with causality. I'm using the time camera to send the coin toss sequence into the immediate past. If you don't know what the numbers are in advance they will be the same if you do, they won't. I've tried it at least fifty times it works if I don't look and it doesn't if I do." He pointed to a pile of folded computer printout slips in a nearby cup.

"My God Bill, do you have any idea what this means?"

"At this point I have absolutely no idea what it means."

"Hey, wait a minute, I didn't enter that last sequence into the computer because it was wrong. How come the printer printed out a list of numbers?"

Farrell stared at the printer and shook his head. "I have no idea." Finally he smiled and said, "Schrodinger's Cat is real."

The White House, Office of the National Security Advisor

National Security Advisor Rolland Olson and General Styles sat quietly as Cohen described what little he knew of the WBS and two Vela Hotel satellites.

"After we discovered that the Warm Body Scanner burned out we re tasked VH 13 and 14 to look for the motor home in and around the area of the campground. Initially we were thinking that there was very little chance the events were connected but then we discovered this." He pressed the remote for a digital projector. "This is a memory map of the VH 13 camera system. You can see the red area here," He indicated a spot on the screen with a laser pointer. These memory cells, about sixty two megabytes worth, all failed. The important part is that this is exactly where images of the motor home that Farrell and Rodine are suspected of using would appear. The same thing happened with the memory in VH 14."

"But, how is that possible?" asked the General.

"It isn't, at least it isn't possible with any technology we know of. There is a theory, however it is so fantastic and so frightening that I hesitate to bring it up."

Olson gripped the arms of his chair. "Listen Dr. Cohen, if you or your staff have any ideas at all we want to hear them." He glanced at the general.

"Well, OK, I brought my chief engineer with me. The idea is his and he will be much better at explaining it than me. He is waiting outside your office, can we ask him to come in? His name is Bill Fox."

"By all means." Olson pressed a button on his phone. "Mrs. Cavinaugh, would you please ask Mr. Fox to join us?"

Moments later the door opened and Billy Fox entered the room. He looked nervous.

"Thank you for joining us Mr. Fox, Dr. Cohen says you have a theory about what has been going on here. Would you care to share it with us?"

"Well, er, certainly. It's very far out but I think I know what happened to the scanner and the to Vela Hotel satellites."

Olson drummed his fingers on the desk top. "Well, let's hear it."

"I think that Farrell and Rodine have a mobile version of the time camera and somehow they're using it to destroy any equipment we might use to track them down."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know for sure but it's the only explanation for what's happened."

For a moment Olson and Styles stared open mouthed at Fox then finally the general broke the silence. "Well, don't stop there, you obviously have some sort of idea of how they might be doing this."

"Yes sir, I do. It all has to do with how quantum teleportation works. I think they have a portable camera and they employ it to examine any device that we may try to use to look for them. If they see something they don't like they use quantum teleportation to deliver something to the device that damages it."

"But I thought teleportation could only transport quantum states not actual material."

"Yes but that might be all they need to do. If they can alter the states of enough of the atoms in an integrated circuit they can cause it to fail. What I saw of the imaging chip in the scanner is consistent with exactly that. We can't look at the memory chips in the satellites but I would be willing to bet that they failed under very similar circumstances."

"But that means the time camera is more than a surveillance device it can be used as a weapon."

"Assuming that I'm correct, that's true. What's more, they're probably watching us right now."

Farrell and Rodine sat in the semi darkness, the glow from the time camera monitors providing the only light in the room. The meeting at the Security Counsel's office was breaking up.

Rodine shifted in his seat and turned toward Farrell. "Well, It looks like they're beginning to figure it out. Thankfully, they have a long way to go. By the way, you didn't say anything about the satellites. When did you zap them?"

"I didn't. At least I don't remember doing anything to them. I'm not even sure I know how to locate them. Something very strange is going on here."

John Rodine shook his head. "That is a masterpiece of understatement. Maybe we should try to find them and take a look. Can you go back to where they were showing the satellite orbits?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I can, but even with that it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Coordinates again John, we need to know exactly where to look."

"Bill, we need to figure out how to find them. We gotta know what happened to those satellites. Because if you didn't do it, who or what did?"

Farrell stared into space for a full minute. "Maybe we're seeing evidence of multiple time lines. Maybe on another time line we figured out how to find the satellites and, as you said, 'zapped' them."

John was astonished. "Multiple time lines? Isn't that strictly science fiction stuff?"

Bill pointed to the time camera's particle pair generator. "And this isn't? We're wandering in completely unexplored territory, and the road map provided by quantum physics only tells how lost we are."

"I have an idea. Remember how you identified the men that set up the bomb in Washington and then tracked them? Maybe we can do the same thing with these satellites. Can we take some of the data in the computer presentation and trace it back?"

Bill grinned and reached out to shake John's hand. "My friend, that is the best idea I've heard all day. I guess I'm too close to this, I should have thought of that myself."

Tracing the images on the computer turned out to be a much more difficult task than either man had anticipated. Jenny brought them lunch and then dinner. Paul stuck his head into the tiny room and asked if he could help as Farrell and Rodine followed one blind alley after another. Tracking the history path of digital data was much more difficult than following a hard target like a human body.

Paul had been watching Bill and his father and he must have been thinking about their problem for some time before he decided to ask his question. "Can you tell from the satellite orbit where it was launched from?"

Bill turned toward John's son. "I suppose so, but how would we use that?"

"Well if it's in a polar orbit, it was launched from Vandenberg in California. If it's an equatorial orbit, it came from Canaveral. If you can figure out when and where it was launched, you can look there and track it and find out where it is now."

"Now how in the world would you know that Paul?"

Paul shifted his feet. "I've been playing 'Satellite Battle' for weeks, you have to know about orbits just to play the game."

"Paul, just how much do you know about what we are doing here?"

Paul was indignant. "Dad, I'm not stupid, I watch what you're doing, and I even understand some of it. I know about the time camera and what it does. I even know a little about how it does it. I know there are men looking for us, and if they find us they will put us in jail or maybe even kill us." He pointed to the stack of equipment on the table. "I know you're trying to use that thing to keep them from finding us. I want to help."

Rodine looked at his son with renewed pride. "I think you just did. Here, take a look at the orbital charts and tell us what you think."

Paul studied the image of the chart on the monitor screen. Finally he pointed at a blurred number in the upper right hand corner. "Can you make that bigger?"

Farrell keyed some instructions into the computer and the image changed.

"ORBITAL INCLINATION 74.62 DEGREES." Paul pointed at the display. "It had to have been launched from Vandenberg. And look here, MISSION DAY 371. That has to mean that it was launched 371 days before this graph was made."

Farrell put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Welcome to the team Paul, you may have just saved all our lives."

The rocket stood on its launch pad, white vapors streaming from its fuel tanks. A countdown clock showed T-55 seconds and counting.

At T-0 the engines ignited and the silver spindle rose into the sky on a pillar of fire and smoke. Farrell keyed in a sequence and the scene changed. Now the view was of the earth as seen from the rocket. The ground was falling away rapidly.

They found the launch of the second satellite the same way and using Paul's suggestions the coordinates of both birds were soon solidly stored in the time cameras computer.

Farrell then advanced the time regression to the point just before the helicopter saw them at the campground. The two satellites were over the North Atlantic and South Africa.

Bill Farrell began to poke around in the camera section of the satellite. "I'm trying to figure out how this thing works. If we can see what it's looking at, maybe we can tell when to zap the memory. Assuming that is what we did in that other timeline we were talking about."

Soon Bill placed a virtual camera at the image plane of the optical system in the satellite. He now had an image of what the satellite camera was looking at on one of the time camera monitors.

"Now, where did they say the memory locations were that were burnt out?"

Rodine brought up a picture of the memory map that Cohen had referred to in his presentation. "Rather accommodating of them to tell us exactly what to destroy, don't you think?"

"I'm not sure how to think about this any more. Well, lets see what if anything this thing saw." Farrell advanced the time regression to a point just before the time of memory failure and began to watch the monitor.

The image swept through a large arc as the satellite camera was moved to its commanded position. Soon the camp ground came into view, and the image began to follow the road leading away from the camp. After about three minutes, the image of a large motor home appeared on the road. The satellite camera zoomed in on the image; it was Rodine's Winnebago

"OK John, do it."

John Rodine pressed the button that sent the prerecorded command sequence to the time camera. There was a brief hum, and the lights seemed to dim for an instant. "OK, Memory chips destroyed. I wonder if we are still the same people. Did we mess up causality, or did we just confirm it?"

About an hour later they performed the same procedure on the second satellite, and again nothing seemed to have happened except that some light emitting diodes on the memory boards flashed twice and then went out.

"Well, do you think we did it," asked John?

"I don't even know how to tell," said Bill.


Chapter Five
Quantum Dynamics International Research Laboratory: Arizona

Billy Fox and Robert Horvath had an unpleasant relationship from the start. Horvath regarded Fox as an interloper, and Fox viewed Horvath as a snob who wasn't nearly as smart as he thought he was. Both men were correct.

Fox had provided a plausible theory as to how the CIA's scanner and satellites had been damaged. As a result, he was assigned to find a way to make the camera in Arizona work. With it, it was assumed, they could find a way to track down Farrell and Rodine or at the very least provide the CIA with an operating time camera. This was a top-secret operation, secret especially from the other government intelligence agencies. There was enormous competition between members of the intelligence community, and the agency that held the secret of the ultimate espionage device would rule for years to come.

Unfortunately, the problem was much more difficult than either Horvath or Fox had anticipated. The Arizona camera would reliably provide images of any activity in the area near the camera, but as the distance was increased the images became unstable and finally broke up completely at a range of about ten miles. All attempts to use portable doppelgangers to solve the problem were unsuccessful. It was becoming more and more obvious to Fox that they were missing some vital aspect of the theory. Horvath, on the other hand, was convinced that the system had been sabotaged by Farrell or Rodine and all they had to do was to locate the problem, fix it, and the camera would work properly once more. Horvath had disassembled and reassembled the system at least twenty times examining all the parts microscopically. He found nothing. Nonetheless, he remained convinced that a deliberate flaw had been introduced and that was the cause of the difficulty.

One advantage of the disparate views held by the two men was that as they tried to solve the problem they rarely got in each other's way. Meanwhile, General Styles was becoming increasingly frustrated, and he was using Colonel Barton to take this frustration out on the engineers at the laboratory.

The laboratory staff was essentially under house arrest. Colonel Barton found himself as quasi-jailer to thirty-six people who were openly antagonistic toward him and the government activity at the lab. The problem was made worse by the fact that these people were needed to help Horvath solve the problem with the time camera. This meant that they had to have access to rooms full of complex equipment, none of which Barton understood. Horvath's warning about the nature of these people and how dangerous they were if provoked was always in the back of the Colonel's mind.

A collection of spare parts for the time camera had been located and Billy Fox busied himself assembling a second system. One of QDI's senior technical staff, Martin Gillis, had been assigned to provide assistance.

General Styles had approved the construction of a second machine and was encouraging its completion. If it worked, it might show if Fox was right about problems with the theory or if Horvath's insistence on sabotage was correct.

Fox had completed assembly of the second time camera, now known as TC II and was testing the particle pair generator when Colonel Barton had what appeared to be an epileptic seizure.

Barton had been questioning two members of Farrell's staff when suddenly he began to make choking sounds and then collapsed to the floor in convulsions. One of the staff members called for medical assistance, and two army medics quickly appeared and began to treat the Colonel. They injected him with anticonvulsants, put him on a gurney and carried him out of the room.

General Styles was convinced that somehow the two men had caused Barton's attack. As was Barton's practice, the questioning had been video taped using a concealed camera. A review of the tape showed nothing unusual. The two men were seated quietly across from the Colonel when he collapsed. One of the men attempted assistance while the other ran to the door and called for help. There did not appear to be any way that either of them could have caused the Colonel's problem.

Meanwhile, Fox had completed functional tests on the second time camera. He asked General Styles and Horvath to join him for the first attempt at time regression.

The pictures of the interior of the lab were startlingly clear. The new system appeared to work even better than the original camera. As Fox adjusted the regression settings, images of the lab vanished and soon the men were looking at bare Arizona landscape. He stopped at one thousand years when a group of people could be seen flashing by on the screen. They were very early American Indians. They appeared to be on a trek to the west.

Fox turned to the general and grinned in triumph. "Well, at least time regression works, now let's test for distance." He returned the regression to minus ten minutes and began to move the virtual camera toward the Western horizon. At a distance of about ten miles the image began to show noise artifacts, and at eleven miles it broke up completely. With the exception of better image quality, the new machine had the same limitations as the original.

"Well, I think that that rules out sabotage," said Fox. "These machines are essentially identical."

Perplexed, Styles turned to Horvath. "Well, where does that leave us?"

"Well, it's possible that they tampered with the spares, but I guess that's unlikely." He turned to Billy Fox. "OK then, let's assume that we don't have a complete understanding of the theory. What do we do next?"

"Well, while I don't think the problem is the result of someone tampering with the equipment, it is still possible that some additional component was in place when Farrell and Rodine demonstrated the system in Washington. Something that Farrell never told anyone about. I suggest, now that we have two identical machines, Dr. Horvath use one and I use the other to try to find out what's missing. I think the search will go at least twice as fast that way."

Styles turned to Horvath. "Well, what do you think?"

Grudgingly, Horvath responded. "I think Mr. Fox has a point. I have some ideas of where to look as does Mr. Fox. I think we better get started right away."

The general stood and prepared to leave the room. "Don't let me delay you gentlemen. You both have a lot of work to do and very little time in which to do it."

Farrell, Rodine and his son stared at the monitors. They had been watching the activities at the lab and were trying to assimilate what they had seen when Jenny stuck her head into the room. "When you men tire of playing God with the world, dinner's ready."

As they were being seated at the table Paul turned to his father. "What do you think happened to that Colonel, the one that's so mean to everybody?"

John looked at Bill Farrell quizzically and then gave a lopsided smile. "I don't know. Do you Bill?"

"I didn't have anything to do with it, or at least I don't think I did. I would bet that someone at the lab got tired of his bullying ways and decided to do something about it. You wouldn't have to use quantum teleportation to accomplish that."

"Well," said Paul. "that was pretty horrible, watching somebody having a fit like that. I wonder who did it and how."

Farrell poked at his beef stew with his fork. "Right now, I'm much more concerned about this Billy Fox. He might be smart enough to figure out what is going on with the lab cameras. We really need to keep a close watch on him."

John studied his potatoes and finally said. "Lets put a tag on him so we can see what he's up to."

"Good idea," said Farrell. "Right after this excellent dinner."

"It all came out of cans. You guys would be satisfied with anything." Jenny shook her head.

Billy Fox asked Horvath to take a look at his test results. "There is something here I want you to see." He started a video tape. It was a picture of part of an integrated circuit that had been magnified many times. Several of the junctions could be seen clearly. He held up a CPU chip and handed it to Horvath. "I ran an experiment on this. The video tape is a series of pictures taken of the silicon chip inside. I want you to see something."

The picture showed a fairly standard image of an integrated circuit central processing unit. Fox advanced the tape and the same image appeared but this time showed some slight grooves and spots that were not in the previous image. He advanced the tape even more and the number of grooves increased.

"Every time I looked at the same spot on the chip more of these grooves appeared. I think this the signature of the time camera. Every time we look at something, it does something to it. In the case of this IC chip, it leaves these marks in the silicon crystal. If I did this enough times it could cause the chip to fail. I think Farrell and Rodine did something like this to the scanner and the VH satellites."

Horvath examined the images. "I don't see how this can happen. We detect time displaced entangled pairs. How can observing do this to what we are looking at?"

"Because," said Fox, "I don't think that's how the camera actually works. Somehow, looking at this thing altered it and what's really important, it altered it in the past! Every time I looked at this computer chip I changed its history. Do you have any idea what that means?"

Horvath stared at the images once more. Finally he said sourly, "No, I don't."

"Well, unfortunately, I think I do. If I am right about this, the time camera is easily the most dangerous machine ever built. It could destroy the Universe."


Chapter Six
The most dangerous machine ever built

Horvath turned to Fox. "Now just what is that supposed to mean? How can observing something be so dangerous?

"Quantum Physics, Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, call it what you want. The act of observing alters the thing being observed no matter how you do the observing. With the Time Camera we are observing something using quantum states but we are sending those states into the past so our observation takes place in the past. The entangled particle pairs form a link between a point in the past and the present. So when we observe something in the past and we alter it, no matter how slightly, we alter the future history of the thing we observed. That future history is our past history so we are changing our history simply by looking at the past. This thing turns causality upside down."

"I don't believe it," said Horvath "We are observing with particles that occur naturally, those alterations have already been made. Simply intercepting their entangled counterparts in the present can't change the past."

"That would be true if that was how it worked. Remember, the relationship between entangled particle pairs is a two way street. I think we've discovered what Farrell and Rodine did, or more precisely, didn't do. I think the secret of the Time Camera is that they teleport entangled quantum states into the past and observe the stay-at-home states to get the images. That will alter history. They didn't tell you that."

"Look Fox, I designed this thing I think I know how it works."

"You may have discovered how to use quantum teleportation in computers but I suspect that it was Farrell that realized it could be turned into a Time Camera. Didn't he build the first one that actually produced pictures? Didn't he have this thing operating" he gestured toward the original camera system "when you first saw it?"

"Well, yes but the original concept is mine. He had to have built on that."

"Oh, I am sure he did but he didn't tell you everything he discovered along the way. He must have come up with some feature or process or something that he didn't tell you about. We have to find out what it is and why he didn't tell you."

"Well, I suppose that's possible but I still don't see where the danger comes from."

Fox thought to himself Wow, this guy has a Ph.D. and can't see something obvious, or maybe he refuses to see it. "Ok, let me put it this way, suppose for some reason you went into the past and observed either your mothers egg or your fathers sperm just before you were conceived and in the act of observing you inadvertently made some slight change to the DNA. Would you still be you? And if you were not you would you go back and look?"

"Well aside from the fact that that is a really disgusting example I think I see what you mean. There may be a way to test your theory. That CPU chip you marked up. What if we do a time regression to a point before you made your first observation and look at the same area. If you are right it would leave a new mark that doesn't show up on your video tape. Then if we look again and see the first mark that would tell us something."

Fox sat quietly for over a minute as he pondered Horvath's suggestion. "A very interesting idea. Here is a question for you. Let's assume we do what you suggest and the new marks show up just like you think they will. Now we have a picture that is different from what's on the tape. Here is my question, if that happens, where did the pictures on this tape come from?"

Farrell took a break from his latest investigations with the camera. John had left the room and had gone with Jenny to a Seven-Eleven that was just down the street from the underground parking structure. They were running low on supplies and needed to restock. Bill Farrell hoped they would return soon because he wanted to discuss the latest developments at the lab with John. This fellow Fox was beginning to frighten him.

Shortly, the door to the Winnebago opened and Jenny and John walked in. They were both carrying large bags and John had a broad grin on his face.

As Farrell and Paul helped them unpack their bags and put things away bill said "I hope you didn't use a credit card for all this, that would be a dead giveaway."

"Naw" said John "I got lucky with the pick three lottery, won four hundred and fifty bucks. That should keep us going for a while."

"Really," said Bill "And the Time Camera wouldn't have had anything to do with that would it?"

"John's grin faded a bit "Well, after that stunt you pulled with the coin flip I figured I would try something. I read the Pick Three results this morning and sent them to me yesterday evening. I figured that if I didn't have anything to do with picking the numbers it might work, and it did."

"Why didn't you go for the Lotto or even the Power Ball?"

"Do you really think it would be a good idea for Jen and me to be on the evening news? The clerk can pay out up to six hundred bucks no questions asked, after that they need names and addresses and they send you the money. I didn't think we would want to do that."

"Well, at least we won't starve. Did they have a security camera in the store? They usually do."

John said "I noticed three cameras but there could be more. They have one recorder and a multi-camera switcher and they reuse the tape every day if there is no robbery. So unless someone sticks up the place before tomorrow morning we're safe."

"Well, even so, maybe we should have a look at that tape tomorrow just to make sure you weren't recognized. By the way, there is something I would like you to see."

After watching the tape of the conversation between Horvath and Fox, John turned to Bill. "Do you think he's right? Is the camera that dangerous?"

"I don't know but there may be a way to find out without blowing up the universe. I've been thinking about your lottery win. We should try sending some messages to ourselves in the past. Not just numbers but actual text, maybe even pictures."

"But if we do that won't it screw up the present or the future or what ever? Anyway, how can we do that?"

"What I had in mind was just using an old computer as a receiver. Right now the system works by teleporting quantum charges into the memory array of the printer and then triggering the print command. The computer program in the camera has the coordinates of the memory chip and its memory map but its capacity is only a few hundred characters. I figured we could use that old laptop of Paul's to give us more memory space. He hasn't used it since you got him that new hand held computer. It may take a while to get the program working but it's worth a try."

John retrieved the small computer from a stack of equipment in the corner of the room and plugged it in. After the machine finished booting up a message appeared on the screen. "YOU HAVE NEW MAIL"

John clicked the appropriate spot in the window and the message was replaced by what looked like a long email. It was addressed to Bill and John and was from Bill and John. The time and date stamp on the message was three days six hours and forty two minutes in the future.

The message read as follows:

Bill and John:

This message is from your near future, about three days I think. The idea to use the laptop computer as a receiver works as you can see but the program turned out to be a bit more difficult to write than I thought. So I am attaching a full copy of the software and have also loaded it into the laptop you are looking at now. This should save a lot of time and time is something we have very little of. The building you are in will be surrounded by police and military in about seventy two hours. The security camera at the Seven-Eleven had a facial recognition system built in and the CIA was alerted to John's purchases using the lottery winnings. It seems that the CIA folks have installed hundreds of these things in convenience stores all over Arizona. It is imperative that you leave Flagstaff as quickly as possible. We have prepared a route that will avoid all the Federal and police authorities. In the past couple of days we have discovered much more about the camera's operation and how it relates to causality. There are two possibilities; first whenever we use the camera and alter something in the past it causes a split in the timeline and one or more new timelines are formed. The other possibility is that the change causes a kind of reset of the one and only timeline and everything from that point in the past where we made the observation is "erased" and time starts over at that point. I don't know if either of these possibilities are true but either way when you read this email we in the future will cease to exist in your timeline, we may cease to exist at all.

Anyway use the following map to get out of Flagstaff. There is a gas station where you can fill up without being detected. We will send more messages if we can. We are surrounded and several armed men are approaching the motor-home right now. They are pounding on the door. Good by and good luck.

And the message ended. There was an attachment in the form of a scan of a hand drawn map with a route drawn in a heavy black line. There were handwritten time references for each intersection and signal. A note at the bottom of the map stated that the times were to be followed as accurately as possible. The gas station where they could safely buy fuel was indicated and the route out of town was clearly marked. The map and writing was Bill Farrell's.

Bethesda Hospital

General Styles read the medical report for the third time. He turned to Doctor Zambrosian. "I don't understand this at all. 'Sudden onset of grand mall seizure, cause unknown. No previous neurological pathology, patient currently comatose.' What does this mean?"

"It means we don't know what happened to the Colonel but we can't rule out the possibility that his condition was artificially induced."

"But how? We reviewed the videotapes and there was no one near him. Do you have any idea how someone could bring on this kind of seizure undetected?"

"Simply put, I don't know. However, there are several ways that this kind of condition can be brought on artificially. There are certain chemicals that might do it and it's also possible to use a combination of flashing lights and pulsing sounds to cause this kind of attack. It's a new area of research. There is a group at UCLA medical center in Los Angeles that are working on some of these techniques. I've been in contact with the head of that department but so far the information isn't very useful."

The general fumbled in his pocket for a notebook. "Well, whatever you've discovered may be of some help. I'm convinced that someone at the lab in Arizona did this but before we can find out who we need to know how. You mentioned chemicals, can you tell me what they are?"

The doctor flipped through a stack of papers. "Kainic acid and Domoic acid are known seizure induction agents. These chemicals are alkaloid toxins and are derived from types of seaweed that is sometimes found washed up on shore in Japan and also in the in the Sea of Japan. They have been used in the study of epilepsy and similar neurological disorders."

"Did your toxicology report turn up any evidence of these chemicals?"

"Not yet but we are doing a refined screen now to look for them. There is also another possibility. Flashing lights and sounds that are synchronized to the alpha rhythm of the brain. But that would show up on the video and would probably have affected the other two men in the room as well. It is a mystery and that's for sure."

Styles sighed. "Well how is Colonel Barton doing now? Will he recover?"

Zambrosian organized the sheaf of papers and put them back in their manila folder. "Hard to say. The EEG is not hopeful. He might recover to some degree but everything points to rather severe damage to the limbic centers of the brain. Another seventy-two hours should tell us how much damage. I have to be honest with you, right now it doesn't look good. As I said before, it's looking more and more like this was artificially induced. Do you know of anyone that would want to hurt him in this way?"

"Styles put the copy of the medical report into his briefcase. "Yep, about thirty or so people that would not be heartbroken to see something unfortunate happen to the Colonel. And every one of them is smart enough to pull this off. You know it's strange but Dr. Horvath, the director of the lab, hinted that something like this could happen. He said his staff were 'some of the most dangerous people on earth.' I am beginning to understand what he meant."

Jenny drove while Paul navigated. He held a stop watch and was checking the timing for each traffic light and intersection telling his mother to go faster or slower so as to keep in step with the times shown on the map. The map from the future, if that's what it was, seemed almost magical. If they saw a police car it was just turning away from them and the officer never looked in their direction. In the distance Paul could see a Hum Vee with several military people inside but it was headed away from them. The soldiers never looked back and they never saw the motor-home. When they pulled into the gas station that the map described there was no one there but the attendant. They filled the tanks without incident and left before any other customers arrived. John noticed one thing with interest; the security cameras were out of order. He suspected that he knew why.

Finally they were well out of Flagstaff and headed down State highway 89 for Red Rock Canyon country and Sedona. They were headed toward a destination that was clouded in the mists of things yet to come and known only by their own future selves, if indeed their future selves still existed, for no more messages from that future had arrived.

Chapter Seven
Uncertain Future

How much further?" asked Jenny

Paul studied the map. "It looks like about five miles. There are some winding turns up ahead so it’s hard to tell for sure."

Jenny noted the sign Winding road and steep grade Use lower gears. "Well, here we go."

As the road doubled back upon its self several times the view of the valley below expanded to reveal the beautiful "Red Rock Canyon"

"I think I see the turnoff, it’s a mile or so ahead. Yep, there it is, Bear Howard, turn right and then turn right again at Banjo Bill Drive." Paul checked the stopwatch. "The time is perfect, I don’t see any other cars.

Jenny followed the instructions and soon they found themselves on a poorly maintained dirt road heading into the woods.

"There should be an old barn about a mile ahead, we’re supposed to go inside and stop," said Paul.

"And then what?"

"It just says to wait for instructions."

The barn was exactly where the map said it would be. Paul got out and checked the door. It was unlocked so he tried to slide it open, it moved on its rollers easily. Jenny pulled the motorhome into the darkness of the barn and shut down the engine as Paul closed the door behind him.

John and Bill stepped out of the motorhome and began to survey the interior of the barn; it was in semi darkness with shafts of light coming in through gaps around the ill fitting door and boarded up windows. Dust motes sparkled in the bright beams.

"Well", said John as he looked around. "What do you make of this?"

Bill was studying something on the ground, it was a pile of what appeared to be either horse or cow manure. He reached down and picked up a pinch of the material and held it to his nose. He muttered half to himself. "This place has been abandoned for a long time."

John peered at the mound, "How can you tell?"

"No odor, this stuff has been here for months. And there’s something else, there’s something strange about this barn, I’m not sure what it is but…" He was interrupted by a chiming sound from inside the motorhome. It was the little computer they were using to receive messages from the future.

They all hurried to the rear of the vehicle where the now familiar You have new email message glowed on the screen. Bill pressed the button that displayed the message. It was a long letter from their future selves. According to the time stamp the message would not be sent for another seven days.

Now that you are safely in the barn it is time to explain what has, or will, take place. We now know that when you read this message the future time line that includes our sending you this email and everything else in it will cease to exist and a new one will be formed. It will start the moment you read this message and will continue until you use the time camera to send another message into your past. This is a difficult concept but the only way for you to find out about this is by sending messages into our past.

First it must be pointed out that Billy Fox is correct in stating that the Time Camera is dangerous, in fact to say that it is the most dangerous machine ever built is probably an understatement. It is the most dangerous machine that has ever bin built, that ever will be built and that can be built. It is dangerous because its operation distorts the very nature of existence, as we know it. The Time Camera, by modifying things in the past changes the future. For example, the simple fact that you are reading this message has caused us in our timeline to cease to exist! Now I know that sounds pretty dramatic but that doesn’t mean that we cease to exist as people, just that your future from which we are sending this message no longer exists. You are now the most recent versions of John, and Jenny, and Paul and Bill. Sending messages across time changes things. Even simple minute changes to the atomic structure of an object in the past can have enormous impact on the future, and the further in the past we look the greater the impact on that future. When you looked at the Pesariat herd in the Triassic period you probably made changes that altered the distant future, which is now our present. These changes may have been insignificant or they could have been profound, at present (it is becoming more and more difficult to use that word) there is no way to tell. For example, it is possible that a minute alteration in the cellular structure of a plant could expand through time causing humans to be descendents of reptiles rather than mammals, assuming that humans would ever evolve at all. The point is that the further you go back in time the greater the potential for damage.

Here are some rules:

1.      Use the camera sparingly.

2.      Do not go back in time to a point before the first operation of the camera at the lab in Arizona.

3.      Keep an eye on Horvath and Fox at the lab but stay as close to your real time as possible. They are getting dangerously close to using the camera in ways that could do havoc to causality and they don’t yet realize how much damage they can do. There are a number of notes on this later in the message.

4.      Don’t use the camera to observe anything outside of near earth orbit. Its use may attract the attention of some very unpleasant creatures that would object to what we are doing.

5.      And most importantly, do not use the camera to look into future time lines until you have researched the process thoroughly. There is reason to believe that such an action can set up a temporal feedback loop whose oscillation could expand to rip apart the very fabric of existence.

We have used time regressed messages, like this one over fifty times and each time it has altered the time line for, as near as we can tell, the entire universe. We have included all of these other messages in this one so you can see the entire range of research we have been doing so you won’t need to do it again. It is best if you do not use the camera until you have read the entire set of messages. You will have a better understanding of how dangerous misuse of the system is. Just remember this, unless you send messages describing the state of things before the use of the camera, modifications to the timelines will not be detectable after they have occurred. The use of the camera to modify these timelines will vanish into quantum oblivion and everything will look normal no matter how bizarre they actually are.

By the way, you can stay in the barn for at least the next week you will be contacted again soon. We have included a schedule of spy satellite crossings that might be able to see you. Just don’t be outside when one of them goes over.

Good luck

John, Jenny, Paul, and Bill

What followed was over two hundred pages of text each was a message to their near future from a slightly more distant one. And if the messages were to be believed these futures no longer existed nor would they ever exist.

John gulped and spoke through dry lips, "I feel like I just witnessed the execution of millions of people."

The idea was incredibly difficult to grasp. Somehow the Time Camera could send messages into the past but at the terrible price of destroying the very future from whence they came. The philosophical ramifications were immense. In that future week several million people would die of various causes but every time the time line was reset and alterations in the chaos structure of the universe occurred some of these future dead would live and newly doomed others would take their place. Did that mean that they were guilty of mass murder and also mass salvation? Jenny’s remark about playing god with the Universe was beginning to take on a terrifying new meaning.

And what of their own future selves. If the theory described in the messages was correct these futures had somehow existed. But by virtue of the fact that messages had been sent from then to now they were no longer part of reality past, present or future. These futures would never take place and the conditions that existed at the time they were sent would never come to be.

Perhaps the most disconcerting of the messages were the three that clearly had not been sent by the future John’s and Bill’s. They were just gibberish, a combination of binary characters that had no observable meaning. But with of the exception of the first five hundred and twelve characters, all three were identical in content and identical in length. They could not be noise and they could not have come from the time camera. They were signals from something outside.

Five hundred and twelve was an interesting number in its self. It was a power of two, two to the ninth power to be precise, and that part of the message was different while the remainder was identical for all three. It could only be some sort of header for the message that followed and the fact that the headers were different for each of the three messages could only mean that the same message had been sent three times. Most disturbing of all, the messages were sent directly to the memory modules of the computer, a process that could not occur accidentally. It was clear that someone or something wanted these messages to be deciphered and understood. They were important.

As John and Bill pored over the many "Emails" from the equally many futures Paul asked if he could examine the "alien" messages. "Great idea." Said Bill, You might see something we’ve missed." As he handed the boy the stack of compact discs and printouts.


Billy Fox applied power to the detection device he had been building. He then pressed a button on the particle pair teleporter starting its timer. Almost exactly one minute later an indicator on the detector changed from green to red and a digital readout went from zero to 215. He then pressed a button on his stopwatch. Thirty seconds later the indicator returned to green and the display returned to zero. He then turned to the time camera transmitter. Exactly one minute after the detector had sensed the debris from the quantum particles that had been teleported into the past, the timer on the transmitter started transmission of the very same particles. He turned to Horvath who was entering some data into a computer keyboard. "I tried to figure out how to test this thing without vaporizing our own future and this looks like it works." He said triumphantly.

Horvath did not look happy. Fox’s experiment proved that teleportation through time of quantum entangled particles was the underlying mechanism of the time camera. His experiment also demonstrated that a detector of these particles was practical. Good news and bad news. Now they could tell if Farrell and Rodine or, anyone else, for that matter was observing them but it also proved that Horvath was wrong.

"Do it again, I want to see it again." Horvath was adamant.

Fox sighed and pressed the timer button. Again, after one minute, the indicator went from green to red, remained red for thirty seconds and returned to green. Then the camera teleportation transmitter turned on for thirty seconds.

Fox turned to Horvath and shrugged. "Do you want to press the button next time?"


Colonel Barton sat in a wheel chair and stared unblinking and unseeing at a blank wall. General Styles and Dr. Zambrosian were studying him as if he were an unusual scientific specimen.

Zambrosian removed a small vial of clear liquid from a plastic case, opened it and dipped a cotton swab into the fluid. "Now watch this, " He said. He briefly held the moistened swab beneath the Colonels nose. The reaction was instantaneous. His eyes opened wide, he uttered a low moan and tried to push the offending object away. Zambrosian quickly removed the swab and recapped the vial of liquid. The Colonel immediately returned to his original catatonic state.

Styles stared at the swab. "What is that stuff?"

Zambrosian handed him the swab. "Smell it, it’s quite harmless"

Styles took a cautious sniff. The odor was subtle but distinctive. For some reason it reminded the General of the ocean.

"Kainic acid, very dilute. I have never seen an olfactory reaction to this substance before. It is quite remarkable, don’t you think?"

The general regarded swab with alarm. "Isn’t that the stuff that induces seizures?"

"Yes, it is but the people at UCLA assure me it doesn’t work just by smelling it. It has to be injected directly into the blood supply to the brain. However, what this test tells us is that the Colonel recognizes the odor and that it triggers a very deep response. I am convinced that somehow Kainic acid was introduced into the Colonels system, the fact that he recognizes the odor suggests that it was applied either orally or in an aerosol. The material acts within minutes so the deed could be on that video tape if we are clever enough to see it."

"But you said it had to be injected, that it doesn’t work just by smelling it."

Zambrosian nodded. "That is the theory, but it’s possible that your friends have found a way around that."


As Bill and John studied the new revelations in the lengthy email from the future Paul experimented with the data in the "alien" message. Suddenly, the laptop computer chimed again as it announced the arrival of another transmission. Bill Farrell pressed the keys that displayed the message. It was another gibberish email apparently identical to the three that had been included in the messages they sere studying.

Bill felt perspiration accumulating at the base of his neck. For some reason the arrival of this message at this particular time was more than disturbing, it was frightening. Someone or something knew where they were and how to communicate with them.

Farrell quickly "burned" a CD of the message and handed it to Paul who popped it into the computer he was using to analyze the data.

After a few minutes Paul said, "It’s the same as the others except for the header. I think it’s an image. Someone is trying to send us a picture.


"He’s building a EP particle sensor. If it works we won’t be able to watch them without being detected." Bill Farrell took the advice from the emails seriously. He used minimal time regression and was watching the activities in Horvaths lab at QDI.

"Well, you can’t really blame them; they realize that we can watch so it makes sense that they would try to find out when we are doing it."

"That’s true" Said Bill "But that’s not what I’m worried about."

"Oh, what then?" John wanted to know.

"I’m thinking about the effect on causality. I think I know why getting a message from the future destroys that future. Without the message we have a behavior pattern, when a message arrives it makes changes in that pattern. The future from which the message came did not have that modified behavior pattern in its history; it has the pattern that was in place when no message arrived. The contents of the message make changes in our behavior that are not in the history of that future. Those changes create a new future. The fact that we know things in these messages causes us to react in ways that we would not do if we didn’t know them. I still don’t know the details of how it works but I will bet that it is that simple."

John shook his head. "Just trying to think about this can make you crazy. Everything about it is completely counterintuitive. I guess another way of thinking about it is to realize that these messages come from one of many possible futures and when we get a message from that future it makes that one go away only to be replaced by a new one. It makes my head hurt just to think about it."

"Exactly" said Bill. "So if Fox builds a EP detector and we look at him the fact he detects our looking will make a change in his behavior and that may, in fact probably will, make the future from where we were doing the observing go away. What do we do about that?"

John grimaced. "If that were to happen we could never learn anything. The moment we looked we would disappear and then reappear back before we looked, not much good in that." He pondered for a few moments. "What if we watch in real time and not from their future? Just set the time regression to zero, wouldn’t that solve the problem?"

"I like that, it eliminates the luxury of observing any time window we chose but it might address the causality problem. They would still know we were watching but they probably assume that anyway."

Paul who had been busy working on the strange data files interrupted them. "Dad, Dr. Farrell, I think you better see this." The boy pointed to the display screen of the computer he had been using to analyze the "alien" messages.

It was an incredibly complex structure of geometric patterns. Circles, squares, rectangles, triangles, and other shapes. They were all overlapping and some had distinct edges while others were almost blurry or fuzzy. And, there were four other images. Oddly distorted but recognizable just the same. They were photographs of the faces of Bill Farrell and John and Jenny and Paul.

"What do you think it means?"

“I don’t have any idea but one thing is for certain, it wasn’t sent from the Time Camera.”

Suddenly the laptop computer chimed signaling the arrival of another message. John quickly displayed the file and did a comparison with the previous messages. This one was completely different. "Oh my God, Whoever sent this was waiting for us to figure out how to display it."

This was followed by a brief and gentle rocking of the motorhome and a beep from the little GPS receiver that they had been using to navigate all their travels. Bill Farrell picked it up instrument and studied its display. "That’s odd; it isn’t getting the satellite signals any more.

He was interrupted by a gasp from Jenny. She was staring through the windshield at the far end of the barn. There was a large opening where there had previously been a wall. The sky outside was a brilliant blue green and an impossibly large moon hung low in the heavens. Gone were the mountains, gone was the red rock canyon. In their place was a flat plane of sand and a beach. And beyond the beach lay an ocean. Its waters were not the familiar green of the sea but a ruddy brown with flecks of crimson where its waves broke upon the shore. And resting on that distant horizon was a second moon, smaller than the monstrous orb above it and blood red in color.

And Paul said to no one in particular, "I don’t think we’re in Arizona anymore."


Chapter 8
The Time Camera

Unscrewing the inscrutable

Jenny began to tremble as she stared at the impossible vision. "What is it? What's happening?"

John opened and closed his mouth several times but no sound came out.

It was Paul that broke the silence. He looked around and pointed not at the alien scene before them but toward the rear of the vehicle. "Look!" He said. The barn doors were open and through them the familiar red rock canyon could still be seen but something had changed. The dirt road leading up to the entrance of the barn was no longer there.

They felt another jolt and then a gentle swaying motion. To the rear the Arizona country side was falling away as was the alien beach in front of them. It was as if the entire barn had suddenly taken wing and was flying over two impossibly different landscapes at the same time.

They were headed out over the sea. Soon the beach disappeared and only that strange ocean could be seen. But behind Arizona was still there. It was not the Arizona of the twenty first century but that of a much earlier time. There were no roads but they could see a river and animals. They were "flying" at an altitude of a few hundred feet. And Paul was sure that he had caught a glimpse of a heard of wooly mammoths. It was difficult to decide which was the more extraordinary view, Arizona of the distant past or that other-worldly sea that lay ahead.

And then they could see something swimming in the waters. At first Bill thought it was a whale or at least a very large fish but then he saw the head and knew that what ever it was Earth had never known such a creature. The monster was chasing something and that something was doing its best to avoid being caught. Then the giant creature opened its mouth and lunged. The jaws opened from side to side like mandibles on an enormous insect but it was the eyes that were so unworldly, three large compound eyes in a vertical row above that impossible maw. The jaws snapped shut on the prey. The hapless creature writhed briefly and was gone.

Bill and the Rodines sat in stunned silence as the dual panoramas swept past. Then in the distance they could barely make out a pattern of lines. They were on the horizon but getting closer rapidly. Paul was the first to speak. "Those lines, they look just like the ones in the alien message." He handed his father one of the printouts.


Bill Farrell stepped out of the RV and walked toward the mind numbing scene while the others watched from the supposed safety of the vehicle.

As he approached the alien vista he became aware of a strange odor. It was a combination of rotten eggs and something else that he couldn't place. Then he sensed the heat. It was hot out there on that strange impossible beach. The closer he got to the opening the more stifling it became.

"I wouldn't go any closer, you may find it difficult to breathe out there." The voice came from beside him he turned quickly and found himself looking at himself.

Farrell stood staring at the man that had suddenly appeared. It was himself but with a difference. The man had a well kept beard and much longer hair than Bill had ever worn. He also had a scar on his right cheek a scar that was completely healed and probably several years old. As he stood gaping at the impossible three others stepped in through the opening. It was John Rodine, Jenny and Paul. It was clearly them but all were older. Paul had changed the most; he was at least seventeen or eighteen years old and sported a dense black beard.

Bill turned back toward the RV. He could see the Rodines staring through the windshield. From the expressions on their faces it was clear that they were seeing the same impossibilities. Then a fifth figure appeared, it was not a person but a shape. Roughly pyramidal in form with a mottled surface it flowed almost like a liquid as it moved into the barn. It was then that the older Bill Farrell spoke again. "We need to talk".

The first thing Bill noticed was the voice, it sounded strange, almost mechanical. It was as if he was hearing it through an old radio that was not tuned properly to the station. Then he realized that his older self was slightly grainy with just a hint of flicker. These were images of some sort, they were not real. He stared at the vision of his older self. "Can you hear me? What's going on here?"

The phantom from the future said. "Yes, we can hear you. Have you read the latest batch of emails? If you haven't, don't, we need to talk first" and the four of them and the pyramid thing blinked of existence and a moment later reappeared next to the RV.

Young Paul and Jenny brought out a folding table and several camp chairs from the RV and the two groups sat down.

The "younger" Farrell and the Rodines sat in stunned silence while the older Bill Farrell turned toward the alien vista. The smaller moon had set but the larger one still hung in the sky. "That is Earth twenty one thousand years in the future." He said flatly. "Desolate, dead, and abandoned. What you see is one of the possible results from our tampering with time."

"One of the possible results," asked Bill? "Then there are multiple time lines?"

"It is much more complicated than that but for the sake of argument that is a good place to start. It turns out that while there is not an infinity of timelines there are a large number of them. Time line splitting only occurs when someone or something tampers with causality and we, with the time camera, messed with causality in an enormous way and it has threatened the structure of the entire universe. There are entities that exist outside of our four dimensional space time that try to keep order but our activities have caused them more trouble than they can handle. Our timelines, that of your future selves, has become so twisted because of our actions that we can no longer effect our own past. You however can still do so. These entities, of which I spoke, have intervened by creating a bridge that permits us to converse with you and to tell you what you must do to put things right. This barn is part of that bridge. You must go back to a point before the time camera was ever tested and put a stop to those tests. Only you can do this, we, because of the rupture of the time continuum cannot to this thing."


"Dad, can you take a look at this thing." Paul walked into the living room carrying a small laptop computer. "Remember this old laptop you gave me for game playing? Something really strange has happened to it." He handed it to his father.

John took the machine and looked at the screen. It was filled with text. The messages in the machine were a large collection of emails. "How could this thing get emails? Have you connected it to the internet?"

"No" was the reply, all this was just there this morning when I got up. It has never been hooked up to the web. I don't know where it came from."

As John began to read, a chill started in his stomach and spread throughout his entire being.

John Rodine walked into Bill Farrell's lab with a large stack of computer printout.

"Bill, you need to read this before you start your test of the time camera."

"How did you know about the time camera and how did you know I was planning to test it today? I haven't told anyone about it, not Horvath not even you."

Rodine was adamant. "Just read this before you do anything." He handed the stack of papers to Farrell.

As Bill Farrell read he gradually came to realize that these messages were from someone that claimed to be his own future self. The story they told was so fantastic and terrifying that he dared not ignore it. It described the workings of a machine that could modify time and in doing so bring chaos to the entire universe. It was hard to believe but the complexity and completeness of the messages was impossible to ignore.

"It says that I first tested the machine by looking into the past, at a point before the dinosaurs and that I did this today at eleven forty two AM." He looked at his watch, "That's just three minutes from now."

"That's right" said John

"And if that is true then my use of the machine may have introduced some alteration in the time line. Do you think any of this is true?"

"I don't know."

Just then the digital clock on the wall clicked over to eleven forty two.


Bill Farrell stared at the clock. "The time hass run out and nothing hass happened." He opened his mouth showing long rows of dagger like teeth, the serpentine tongue shot out and licked his left eye to remove a dust mote that had landed there.

Rodine swished his tail nearly knocking over the small cage of furry mammals that were his lunch. He studied the scales of his hand. "Do you think the fact that you didn't do anything could mean anything?"

Farrell snorted in disgust and tossed the stack of papers into the fire where they flashed into nothingness. "Meaningless nonssensss" he hissed. "Well in ass much ass you know about the machine you may as well watch the first test."

Rodine shifted uneasily. "Do you really think it is safe?"

"Of course it is, don't be silly."

Two hundred twenty five million years BC; the Triassic period

The Placerias herd had reached the river with no losses and they began to drink their fill. It was the first of the rainy season and water was now present in great supply. But with plenty also comes danger. The scent of postosuchus was heavy in the air and the pesariat bulls were wary.

Bill Farrell stared at the image with great satisfaction. He made a small adjustment to the Stern Gerlach spin state separator and the picture became even clearer. He located a drop of dew on a fern frond and expanded the image. The reflection of the sun was clear in the drop so he focused an optical discriminator on the tiny star of light and increased the particle flux. Fluctuations in the air pressure caused the reflected image of the sun to shimmer and flicker in response to sound waves. He now had sound to go with the picture.

Once again the energy released by the particles bombarding the fern frond made small but significant changes in the plant's DNA. Changes would expand down the millennia and eons producing a strangely different world than would have occurred if left unaltered.

Low wailing’s and the rustle of grass in the wind. The members of the herd were communicating with each other using moans and eerie creaking and clicking sounds.

Suddenly there was a muffled roar and the thud of tramping feet. The Placerias were instantly alert and turned as a single creature toward the sound.

Farrell adjusted the sighting vector and searched for the source of the sound. Almost immediately he found it. A large four-legged animal, looking like a distant cousin to the crocodile, was approaching the herd at full gallop. The creature, a postosuchus, was seeking food by ambush at the watering place.
The Placerias bulls formed a line of defense and their powerful tusks were directed toward the invader, while the cows and their calves moved to stand behind the protecting males. The postosuchus made several advances toward the herd but the challenge of those fearful daggers was sufficient to give the great carnivore pause. The pesariat had won this skirmish but in the long run the victory would go to the attacker and the pesariat would be extinct.
Farrell pointed to the image of the Postosuchus, "One of our ancestorsss."

Rodine studied the picture intently and licked both of his eyes partly as a nervous habit but also to clear his vision. "Maybe" he said, "Maybe.



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