Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Chapter 2 Exotic Concepts

(copyright David Anthony Kearns)

Camerdyne Systems Inc, Space Propulsions Lab. San Diego California. 10 a.m. July 22, 2013 –
“This symposium is being held for the benefit of many engineers throughout the company in conjunction with the United State’s Air Force,” said Doctor Jennifer Epstein.
She was a girl, really, who looked more like a graduate student than a tenured physics professor. Dark black hair and brown eyes, she wore jeans and a T-Shirt from a recent diving trip she had taken to Truk Lagoon.
“Ladies and gentlemen, don’t let the words “exotic concepts in propulsions” fool you. We are finding every day that they may not be as exotic as they will seem at this introductory session,” she said.
“It has long been assumed,” Jennifer continued, “That the limiting speed of light would essentially negate interstellar travel. However, new breakthroughs in technology, astronomy, physics, and quantum theory, have shown that, like any law, on any roadway, there are ways around this speed-bump in Einstein’s equations.”
An engineer in the front row raised his hand halfway through the introduction and everyone sort of slumped and sighed.
“Hello Doctor, my name is Myron Simpson, and I know I speak for many when I ask, what could possibly be the practical implications to us as engineers as we carry out our duties for the foreseeable future? You mention interstellar travel. In short I guess I am asking is, why are we here? We don’t have plans to colonize any stars in the foreseeable future, do we?” he said, then sat like a good dog.
A couple of people laughed at this, obviously annoyed, as Simpson was, to be taken away from the projects they had been working on for this symposium.
“Doctor Simpson, thank you for that question. If we can gain even one tenth of the …” she stopped abruptly, obviously rethinking her answer.
“I ask you to consider the advancements in our daily lives that were brought on by the seemingly useless task of going to the moon, landing on it, then returning: using nothing more than a tin can, a pocket calculator and a combustible fuel source. The fact we as a species achieved that enables us all to be here today,” she said.
“Now I ask you if you could hold some of those more obvious questions until the end of this first seminar. There will be plenty of time for that afterwards, just before we break for lunch,” she said.
She began by outlining the impossibility of deep space travel with an equation.
“As an object with its fuel supply, begins approaching the speed of light its mass and the mass of its fuel supply began approaching infinity,” she said.
“This is very much like a car traveling on the roadway fighting a headwind that increases directly proportional to the speed it travels. As the car speeds up, the hurricane it faces also speeded up in the opposite direction. Worse, the more the driver steps on the gas the heavier his fuel load becomes.
“Let’s solve part of the problem,” she said. “Let’s merely reduce the mass of his fuel supply to zero. Why not, we’re all engineers here, aren’t we? We can do that?”
“Impossible,” said pain in the ass man.
“Impossible?” she asked. “Not impossible at all. Here, watch me.”
And with a stroke of a pen on the overhead, she reduced the mass of the fuel supply within the equation to nothing. This zeroed out several parts of the equation and made it easier to deal with.
Pain in the ass man had more than he could take; “How?”
“Some of you were introduced to quantum physics in your studies and like me, the word ‘quantum’ threw you for a loop. Your mind shut down and you said ‘no way.’ It bespoke Gene Roddenberry and Star Trek. Your mind suffered images of Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock and Mr. Scott parked somewhere out of gas, looking for something called ‘di-lithium crystals’ and you went no further. You stole notes from anyone in your class to get through that portion of the exam and off you went with your conventional studies of physics,” she said.
Several people laughed at this.
“Suppose the fuel supply was inherent, or existed in empty space itself,” she said.
Someone else in the audience chimed in “Zero Point Energy!”
“Precisely right,” she said, adding; “And you should not be surprised to learn, by reading your programs today, as I am sure all of you have...”
Small clutches of laughter erupted. Most had not done so. Zero-Point Energy was the first on the list of topics before lunch.
“…that this kind of energy exists everywhere between stars across empty space, and between water molecules in a cup of coffee. In fact, during the 1960s Nobel Laureate Richard Feynman and one of Einstein’s protégé’s John Wheeler, proved that there was enough energy in that cup of coffee you had this morning to boil all the water in the world’s oceans,” she said.
“This energy, in a practical sense, in a classic physics setting, is nearly impossible to measure. But the more physicists sought to eliminate it from equations over the years, the more it became apparent that it was real. So physics went the other way; they began to account for it, and guess what, it can be measured. As we know from engineering if a force can be measured, it can be what?”
“Harnessed,” someone said.
“And the more it can be predicted if one knows the angles between atoms and molecules in a pure substance,” she said.
Someone had a point here. Obviously the hold-questions-until-later caveat was designed only to thwart Pain in the Ass Man at the outset.
“The force you are referring to is sometimes misidentified as the Casimir force, the attractive force between to plates over empty space that would somehow be turned outward in a vacuum. Wasn’t it demonstrated, that this would be impractical, in that you only get one use out of one of the plates before the engine is useless?”
“Yes, it was,” she said. “Which brings us back to our cup of coffee and all the unseen quantum energy contained between all those water molecules. What happens to the water as it freezes?”
“The structure becomes crystalline,” Gus answered.
“Correct, the molecule arranges itself at known angles with respect to one another, and we know precisely what those angles are, don’t we? The forces of which I speak become more quantifiable, the lower the temperature of the water, becoming most ordered at absolute zero, otherwise known as negative 273 degrees Celsius. They no longer appear random, nor do they cancel each other out in that random soup. The lower the temperature, the more ordered the arrangement, and for our purposes, the more ordered the resultant energy vector.”
“But water in a coffee cup has impurities in it,” said Pain in the Ass Man.
“Fine,” she said. “Refine the fuel source. Where do we find water in its purest state?”
One person said ice and another said steam.
“Both correct,” she said.
“The film clip you are about to see comes to us from an unknown source in Mexico. Obviously, the film is a hoax, but it brings up some important points, namely, those perpetuating the hoax were onto something,” she said.
Lights dimmed in the amphitheater as a screen descended from above the stage.
“These images were shot with a garden-variety, digital, home movie camera. The U.S. Air Force concedes that while evidence for tampering was minimal, the short length of the film combined with unexplained shadows indicates creative use of software, producing this image. The mountain is Popocatepetl an active volcano outside Mexico City and the second highest peak in the country at eighteen-thousand feet. As the caldera heats up, the ice from the mountain falls in and coverts instantly to steam. Our photographer was apparently on hand to witness a minor eruption as it started.
“Watch the steam column now rising from the caldera just before the eruption,” she said.
A small white light dashed from out of the clear sky and repeatedly dove into and out of the steam, circling back again and again like a moth circling a dancing candle flame. When the full spout of volcanic material began, the object sped off out of sight.
Lights in the theatre went up.
“The clip is only twenty seconds long. Whoever made this video was familiar with what we in this room are now talking about. And at this juncture, I ask you to not let this generate a lengthy, boring discussion about the existence or non-existence of flying saucers. The point is, someone else has been doing their homework and thought to have a bit of fun with it. How would such objects power themselves? Zero-Point Energy, from the water molecule is a viable resource,” she said.
“Say our hypothetic craft only collected two coffee-cups worth of pure water. It would have the energy required to zip back to the planet Klingon if it so desired,” she said.
“Doctor, the question of the mass of the craft itself has not been eliminated from your equations,” chimed another bright bulb.
“Good point. Let’s say the object weighs a ton. Say it only powers up to the point of one tenth the speed of light. It’s still is a hell of a lot farther along from here to the nearest star than any conventional spacecraft,” she said, erasing her notes and starting again with a more simplified equation.
“By those numbers, and substituting the distance between us and the nearest star here, we see that, it arrives here from planet Crouton in the region of Proxima, in thirty years, instead of nearly thirty-thousand,” she said and demonstrated.
“Granted all of this is speculative on coming up with the technology which brings up why you are here,” she said.
“What about inertial effects. Nothing could survive the movements demonstrated by that craft. The g forces alone would be so intense an occupant would become bug-spatter in what we’ve just seen?” a man in the center of the audience asked.
She merely shrugged.
“Say there are no living occupants. Say this is a reconnaissance drone from the planet Crouton. Now what? Further still, say you can cancel the forces of inertia with some sort of inertial dampening force, like the shocks in your Honda. Now what?”
“That would require a hell of a lot of energy and mass to create such a dampening force,” he said.
“Okay….” She paused, obviously choosing her words very carefully here. “Let’s say you have a way to knock your mass out of phase with regard to the temporal and gravitational frame of reference, sort of like the way you switch radio stations. Now the inertial effects are zero.”
“That’s a neat trick. How do you do that?” the man asked and everyone laughed.
“That’s for this afternoon’s discussion,” she said with a smile
The man said nothing.
“The point I am trying to make this morning is, if you can harness this energy source for propulsion, you can also use it to dampen, to cancel itself out, whenever you need to, and for our purposes you would have to,” she said.
“How would you harness this force?” Pain in the Ass Man asked.
“Fortunately ladies and gentlemen, those are questions that are more in your purview as practical engineer-scientists. Your job is to come up with those answers. My realm is the theoretical and, I am here to tell you, it is more than theoretically possible to produce the kind of propulsion just seen in this hoax video using what we know, using not-so-out-of-the-way physics, chemistry, and mathematics. Thank you, we’ll take a ten minute coffee break,” she said.
The camera continued to record. The faces all around the room were bright with astonishment. They had never seen anything like that craft moving inside the volcano caldera, and somehow they knew the image wasn’t faked.
Her discussion about knocking matter out of phase was being mumbled about all over the room. Obviously the young woman was privy to a great deal of information.
The film ended and Tim stood at the front of the room.
“You may not know this Sean but your father was involved in the study of these things. He was also involved in recording UFO events at the Cape for reasons I will explain to you later.”
“One of his best friends, Dr. James McDonald wrote this to the Secretary General of the United Nations,” Tim said and an image of part of the document was shown on the wall.
“…I stress also the fact that there are innumerable facets of the UFO phenomena which I can only describe as highly strange and unexplainable in terms of the scientific and technological knowledge of today. I would also like to point out that, if these objects are not extraterrestrial origin, then the mutually exclusive assumptions which would be necessary to account for them would be even odder, and perhaps of an even greater scientific interest for humanity. Therefore, regardless of what ultimate explanation is found for the UFO phenomena, the present scientific neglect and ridicule must be replaced by scientific concern and intensive study. My recommendation to the Outer Space Affairs Group is that it seek all possible means of securing worldwide attention to this problem.”

“McDonald was found dead outside Tucson, Arizona with a bullet in his head, much the way your brother was,” Tim said. “Like your brother in 2011, they called Dr. McDonald’s death in 1971, a suicide.”
“Point taken,” Sean said.
“These are the documents Ryan left for us on the roof of his room in your boyhood home,” Tim said clicking a button using a hand-held mouse. There were hundreds of images of the Mayan glyphs, of future predictions, or instructions.
“During the time of Ryan’s funeral many memories surfaced of an event that took place in Melbourne Beach back in 1981. This event included contact between myself, your brother, and a species foreign to our own. Our neighbor Myles Neiderman died as a result. Shortly after Ryan’s funeral in 2011 Myles’s brother attempted to kill me and you, thankfully, intervened,” Tim said.
“We have since discovered a few things,” Tim said.
“Such as?”
Gus stepped up and the next slide on the presentation was visible.
“We know that these so-called aliens are either using Antarctica as a base or they evolved there as a separate species from our own. We think the latter may be the answer or at least part of the overall picture,” Gus said.
“A separate species?”
“Reptilian. It explains a few things which we will be talking about,” Gus said.
“They have thoroughly infiltrated our military industrial complex by way of stoking human on human conflict. They have been doing this for ages,” Gus said.
“What’s with the Mayan stuff?”
“I was getting to that, Sean,” Gus said. “What we call Mayan writing can actually be traced to another Native American culture which emerged on the Bahama Banks some 15,000 years ago. These people not only developed a system of writing but a calendar which was shared with nearly all of Mesoamerica.”
“Their civilization was wiped out by rising sea levels and contact with our friends the aliens who appeared to them as some sort of reptile and bird composite creature that was revered for its wisdom,” Gus said.
“The remnants of that culture spread to and mixed with Central American cultures and here in Florida. But sea level kept rising,” Gus said.
The image changed to a series of underwater shots.
“These pictures were taken by our buddy Gary Malone, Sean, the day we put you on the plane heading back to Afghanistan,” Tim said. “They are of a temple complex that existed five miles off shore of our former hometown. They were built by those Native Americans who fled the destruction of what we would call, Atlantis. To them it was called Aztlan,” Tim finished.
“Holy shit,” Sean said.
“That’s usually the first reaction,” Tim said.
“So Atlantis is real?”
“Was real. Two large islands Aztlan and Posaztlan existed side by side. The native peoples were protected from many hazards other Native American cultures faced; large predators, and cold climates to name two. They developed a huge civilization that influenced the entire world. When they became too advanced, they ran into our friends, whom we would call aliens.
“A few theorists have posed that these native peoples were aided by the alien race when in fact the opposite is true. They were eventually destroyed by them and the aliens went right on chasing their descendants trying to wipe out all knowledge of their existence.”
“So they can do this again, and again, for as long as they need to. So they can use our DNA at their leisure; so they can use our nimble minds to solve problems for them. So we can build their spaceships, their satellites, their weapons and then go back to the stone age whenever they don’t need us for a while. They are a true parasite if there ever was one.”
“Now we know the creatures have been coming to these beaches here every thirty years to extract sea turtle DNA for their breeding program. They have also been extracting human DNA.”
“Take pride in this Sean; Your brother Ryan discovered all of this. He also discovered his company was working on several projects in concert with these beings. Several of these related to a stock inventory program, satellite communications, and the genetics end of their operation. He also discovered that they have a timetable for taking mankind back to the stone age,” Tim said.
“This isn’t the first time this has happened,” Gus added.
“We mean to stop it, before it can happen again,” Tim concluded.
“Jesus,” Sean said to all of this. “What has prevented all of this from getting out? Why don’t people know about all of this? It’s just so hard to believe!”
“Your father’s colleague, Dr. McDonald, had a term for what has been happening to us most recently. He called it the ‘lid of ridicule,’” Gus said.
“An institutionalized, widely-accepted disparagement of the entire phenomenon,” Gus continued. “That started with Project Blue Book and the Condon Report.”
Tim continued here; “People say, ‘if it’s really happening, prove it.’ So you show them overwhelming proof, and they go silent for a minute, then they say ‘why haven’t I seen one?’”
“And you say, ‘wait a minute, you just said show you incontrovertible proof and I did! What about that?’ and they say ‘hell I still don’t believe it. It’s crazy’”
“Crazy because our society has been condition to accept that it’s crazy. The neat part about this trick is, it has taught us to accept that if we even entertain the notion that this is happening, we must also be crazy,” Gus continued.
“Our government, which has been charged with protecting us, and keeping us all healthy and happy, has taught us that if we even investigate a scientific phenomenon, as is the right of every sentient being, we are mentally ill. And in so doing, the government has, in many cases, prompted and promoted mental illness in those who have been innocent witnesses to the phenomenon,” Gus said.
“Imagine any other scientific phenomenon, such as icebergs, Sean, or penguins or tornados. Imagine how unhealthy and malicious it would be for the government to turn a blind eye toward these, meanwhile controlling the media and the public, exuding them to consider themselves unfit to lead normal lives just because they had seen and reported on a tornado. How immoral would that be? How sinister? How detrimental?” Gus said.
“I guess the idea in the case of UFOs, might be to prevent panic?” Sean said.
“Aren’t tornadoes dangerous?” Gus asked. “Isn’t it a natural human response to fear a tornado and get out of its way?”
“True,” Sean said.
“So, if the government were doing something that made you doubt what you were seeing and hearing was a tornado, so much so that you attempted to stick out your hand to verify what you were seeing was real, would that be a moral thing for them to do?” Gus continued.
“Point taken,” Sean said.
“…But?” Gus asked. “Point taken, but you still don’t believe it?”
“That’s not it. A tornado doesn’t threaten the foundations of entire religious systems and world commerce, markets, banking, so on and so forth. The mantle of obfuscation of which you speak might just have a purpose, Gus, of protecting ourselves from worldwide collapse,” Sean continued.
“Good point, Sean. Worldwide collapse is bad. That’s no something we want,” Gus said.
“It just so happens that this is precisely what our little friends have in mind for our immediate future,” Gus said.
“That I would like to see proof of, if you have it,” Sean said.
“All we have is their past behavior to go by, Sean. They certainly aren’t going to go emailing us an itinerary,” Gus said.
“Okay, I’m gonna ask this question,” said Sean, “And obviously you’ve already got an answer to it but I’m gonna ask anyway; why haven’t I ever seen one of these things?”
“Doctor Epstein would you care to address that for Sean?”
“We’ve seen a few advances in our own technology recently, Sean. You’ll recall talk of a disastrous experiment called The Philadelphia Experiment?”
“Yeah, I seem to remember something by that name,” he said.
“It was an effort during the 1940s by the US Navy to cloak an entire battle ship using electromagnetic effects. It only half worked because what the Navy had done, in my opinion was partially knock the ship out of phase with regard to space-time; something these creatures have learned to do and can do it quite well,” she said.
“A more simple and direct method for cloaking is by the use of standing sound waves which can cause air molecules to resonate, or hum, at certain frequencies. Air carries a specific refractive index. If you cause the molecules of air to vibrate you change the refractive index. You do it enough and…”
Gus added; “you cause the light to bend right around the object you are attempting to conceal.”
“So you throw a switch in the cockpit and the object disappears,” Sean said.
“Precisely,” Gus added. “Which is the very least these creatures can do using lasers, time jumps and some of their other powers.”
“Meaning what?”
“Psychic abilities. Put it all together and they can shape shift, or appear to be in multiple places at once. They can change the shape, size and dimensions of their craft. They can carry zero space forward into another dimension; create space outside of space and insert it into a new time-space frame of reference; creating the ultimate “Clown Car” scenario,” Jennifer said.
“Well this all sounds to me as though he battle is lost,” Sean said. “How can we fight something that has these capabilities?”
“Your brother thought long and hard on that one Sean and his answer, which happens to be our answer, is quite simply, we must. Our right to exist as a species has been called into question. If we continuously allow our species to be domesticated by these things, our fate will be no better than that of livestock. The end result is precisely the same, or worse,” Gus said.
“Fighting something that can do these things seems an awful tall order Gus,” Sean said.
“Maybe not,” offered Jennifer cheerily. “ That we begin to understand how these things are accomplished, in their efforts to train our respective militaries, we begin to see their methods aren’t that difficult to master using state of the art physics and math.”
“Us? Whizzing around in flying saucers?” Sean responded to this.
“Maybe,” she said with a smile.
“Maybe there are other methods we can adopt in the meantime which would be even more helpful, decidedly human methods,” Gus said.
“When faced with superior firepower and even superior numbers, the underdog has prevailed against invaders before. I give you any number of examples from Roman times to the Sandinistas to the revolution which produced a free Irish Republic,” Wellington chimed in.
“We become the IRA to these things?”
“It’s what your brother advocated,” Gus said. “Ours is not a non-violent revolution.”
“Okay, why not?”
“We anticipate a complete lack of empathy on the part of the invader, toward the human condition,” Wellington said.
“You mean, they don’t give a shit,” Sean said.
“Correct. And why should they, they might not even possess what we humans would call a soul. Certainly their actions reflect a lack of empathy for any rights of those whom they abduct. There is absolutely no effort on their part to communicate from an equal footing with us, to even present us with a list of demands. They want us caged up, used for their breeding program, or enslaved in their factories; failing that they want us dead,” Gus said.
Sean blew out his breath.
“Un-fucking believeable. I come home, to this,” he said.
“Sean, force is the only thing that we think will bring these creatures to the table of negotiations so we can even discuss with them, what it is precisely they want with our planet and us,” Tim said.
“You’ve asked them, have you?”
“Sean, face it, we’re the Apaches here, the Navajo, the Lakota, get the picture? Did talking with pale face keep those folks off the rez?”
Sean said nothing.
“It’s not as though we’ve been hiding from them and preventing them from communicating with us. The opposite is true. They show up where they want, when they want, they ask no permission for the things they do to us. They’ve made no attempt to communicate their needs to humanity at large,” Gus said.
“Force should be the last option when dealing with an enemy of superior capabilities or armaments,” Sean said, as though quoting from a book.
“Well, how should it be?” Gus said. “What would you have us do?”
Sean exhaled. He didn’t immediately answer but he gave some of his thoughts.
“You have to stage things, when dealing with such an enemy. In some ways you have to let him feel comfortable that he’s already won…”
“Like what was done to you guys, over there,” Gus said.
In an instant Sean was lost in thought. His eyes went hazy.
He was reliving the horrific moments after an IED exploded under a humvee, the carnage and mayhem. He was hearing the sounds of high velocity rounds slamming into plate armor on the sides of his own truck.
After the explosion he had jumped out and began running toward where his men had fallen. That had been a mistake. Rounds peppered the ground around him. He ran back and forth like a cat caught in traffic. After seconds that seemed like hours, he found himself crouched down into a hole filled with burning bits of debris from the vehicle that had gotten it. The torso of a man shared this little fox hole, letting him know they were all gone. The men in this vehicle were all dead. Not one of the five had anything left of them.
The thumping from a fifty caliber machine gun had brought him back to reality and gave him cover to get back into his own transport. He had issued orders. He didn’t like them, but they were caught in a canyon of buildings. They had to turn themselves around and go back the way they came in. They had to leave the remains of their dead buddies behind.
“You have to keep your enemy from watching your movements,” Sean said at last. “You have to blend in with whatever cover you have at your disposal. You have to use his strengths against him, make them your strengths.”
“I don’t know if Americans have it in them to fight that kind of war,” he said. “It requires a lot of sacrifice.”
Gus nodded to Gary who, along with several others brought boxes of materials out of the garage.
“Faithfully reproduced for your benefit, Sean,” Tim said. “Everything your dad and Ryan had collected over the years. The whole story, all the information you would need about this particular enemy.”
“There are several groups we can begin to look at for methodology, Gus,” Sean said. “Let’s draw up a list of prisons across the country. I want to know who every shot-caller is in every major federal penitentiary.”
“There’s an example for you. I’ve always wondered how they do it. How they manage to communicate prison-to-prison with so many people watching them.”
“Working with prisoners?” Wellington said.
“This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around,” Sean said, quoting an old song.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Gus said, “Any other ideas for the moment?”
“We need to be in contact with groups that keep a low profile. And by that I don’t mean religious groups, nor crime syndicates, per say, but some fraternal organizations, groups that do community work, but no one with special causes, nor axes to grind.”
“What about the UFO groups?” Gus asked.
“No offense to MUFON just now. A smart enemy will have anticipated the movements of his foe before he makes them. That’s the first place they’ll look for us. They probably have a host of those groups already infiltrated. Not that we can’t use those groups for our own efforts, but right now, this network needs a backbone, and we have to find one that’s secure, that’s untouched, virgin,” Sean said.
“I’ll see what we can come up with,” Tim said.
“Now I suppose I should look over all this stuff,” Sean said.“You have until morning. Then we have to get you back to your hotel room,” Gus said.

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