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Post by Admiral Matt Helm on Nov 3, 2009 0:32:08 GMT -5
Matt looked about the room, eyeing all the different artifacts and artwork.
"Well, if I ever misplace my prize 1968 set of Golf Clubs, I'll know where to look first."
He took a sip of newly pured whiskey and raised his glass to the Director. "Whiskey. Most popular of all rememdies guaranteed not to cure a cold" He smiled and drank.
"Lemuria you say? That's a very ancient Civilization. I'm afraid History isn't my strong spot." He sipped and continued. "we're talking time of Atlantis. Some say it was an advanced civilization like Atlantis." He thought for a moment.
"Imagine...We had all that technology back then, and lost it. Had to build the blocks all over again. A good frient of mine, an Archaeologist Was telling me his theory that was an advanced race on Earth even before that. A reptillian race that evolved from the Dinosaur before Mammals came out of the water! Seemed a little far-fetched to me."
"Madame Director" He continued after pausing a moment. "Is it really safe to go around screwing with time? I mean couldn't it meet with potential disaster? Isn;t it better to just leave the past where it is?"
The whole deal about temporal incursions and time travel made Matt a little nervous.
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Nov 6, 2009 11:17:08 GMT -5
"Lemuria was a bit different than Atlantis, Admiral. While Atlantis excelled technologically, "Mu" took a more spiritual path. Technology without the balance of the soul's guidance is useless. If, in the end, a technology fails to give us insight into ourselves and to help us advance as a race, what true benefit is there?" She smiled."I don't know where your friend got his information but let me take it a step further for you. Creation is infinite and so therefore the manifestations of that creation are also infinite. You could explore in every dimension conceivable and still you would never be able to close the book on the subject definitively." She smiled again, then sat back with a sigh. "Always the same arguments and the same concerns about 'messing up time'. I'll try and clarify it for you." Time is an invention of decay. We need a way to mark our steps in this world and time is what we call the decay rate of the particles in our physical existence." She learned forward and tapped the console screen, calling up a three dimension image. "Many have used the analogy of time as a stream. If we were in the stream, we would only see the part of it that we floated in and the parts along the edges that we could see as we passed, but the part of the stream we just passed is still there, even though we can't see it any longer and we know too that there is more to come even if it isn't visible to us yet. The fact that we can't see either what was before or what is to come, doesn't change the fact of it's existence. So let's leave the stream and instead walk up and down it's banks. We can now see it as a whole and not as a series of parts. Looking at it as a whole, changes everything. When we "go back" in time. We aren't really going anywhere, we are just looking at a different part of the whole. When we "change" something, we aren't really affecting anything. We were always meant to play this part but because of our limited sight, we could not know what that part was until it became visible to us." Before Admiral Helm could put on the confused expression she was expecting, she continued.
"Here's a brief example..There is a starship captain in the 30th century who's crew "traveled" to Edwardian, London. While there, one of the crew, in defiance of orders, tried to secret someone aboard from that time. The Captain found out and had the man killed. Did this alter anything about this time? No, because history showed that the man had been killed, the apparent victim of a robbery. How he had died exactly however, is only known to a few."
"What Temporal Affairs does it play it's part in making things happen as they should have. To some it's a form of power, that feeling of control, but no one, including myself, knows exactly how we will accomplish what we need to do. It isn't a step by step plan. Each one of us must react to these events as ourselves and what's more unpredictable than that? " She laughed. "Does this help you to understand?"
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Post by Admiral Matt Helm on Dec 1, 2009 23:46:17 GMT -5
"I think I do" Matt said. "Although I could never possibly explain it as eloquently as you have."
"It's sometimes a little fightening", He continued, "To realize that we are moving onto a plateau of technical expertise that is allowing us to begin to understand what all this is about." He took another sip of his whiskey.
"To me, It kind of makes the universe seem a little smaller. Less of a mystery. I must admit, that this Lemuria does sound intriguing."
Tell you what. Lemuria it is. But there's one thing. Some of the "pop" literature of the 20th century talks about a place in Florida where all walks of life frequented. A deli restaurant calle "TooJays". They made this unbelievable cake called "The Killer". Not to mention a great place for a good old fashioned Corned beef on rye. So I propose we go to Lemuria, but we stop there and eat on the way home. About circa 1985. I'm sure even a lady like yourslef has some kind of a sweet tooth, Appolonia. This will take care of that for about 20 years" he laughed.
"So do we have a deal?"
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Dec 9, 2009 17:44:51 GMT -5
"Your love of life, of food and drink and I suspect, 'other' pleasures", She smiled at the implication. "Is infectious, Admiral but I'm afraid that even I am held accountable for the temporal excursions I make. Going 'out to lunch' would be seen as a frivolous use of departmental resources for which, if the infraction is severe enough, I may even be asked to vacate the office." She gave him her best apologetic expression.
"However, I do have an excellent chef assigned to me here who can duplicate just about any dish. If you can describe it to him, Mr. DeFay can surely create it."
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Post by Admiral Matt Helm on Jan 5, 2010 23:19:35 GMT -5
Matt smiled. "Frivolous, perhaps. But not for the things you may be thinking. It's not just the food, Appolonia. I have no doubt that your chef could recreate the food. If anything he'd be insulted to be asked to mke such food."
He laughed again and took a sip of whiskey. "What makes certain types of food good is not just the food, it's the setting. Now you know as well as I that you can only learn so much about a period of time from books, holo-reords, media, things like that. It was the experience. It was the atmosphere that places created. we can't replicate that."
He leaned forward. "It's not just the food. What I want to do is experience the psyche of a moment in time. Isn;t that what your work is about? Or part of it, anyway?"
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Jan 6, 2010 9:46:18 GMT -5
She sighed and leaned back. "You have me there I'm afraid. Understanding the people and the culture of a time is one of my favorite indulgences."
She smiled conspiratorially. "I'll see what I can do. Perhaps I can tie it in with a current research project. Who knows, there might already be a record of what we've eaten."
She laughed lightly then shook a finger at him admonishingly. "But I know your type Admiral. I won't be persuaded by your charming school boy innocence to play hooky very often."
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Apr 27, 2010 15:39:43 GMT -5
Hailing Helm's office, she waited while her security code was verified and her call accepted. Did that man ever stop smiling she wondered as his grin appeared on the screen.
"I've arranged our trip to TooJays Admiral, but we will have to hitch a ride, so to speak, with a team of temporal agents being sent to check on another agent assigned here, who has failed to report. We'll have two hours and Admiral.." The side of her mouth tugged up in a grin of her own. "I don't recommend that second piece of cake youll be considering. It will make the trip back to Central Point most uncomfortable for you."
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