Tag: time travel

  • Edge of Heaven – Chapter 3. The Man and the Plan

    When Dani came to, she was in the dark.  Total darkness.  There wasn’t anything to immediately indicate where, or when, she was.  No engines hummed or vibrated beneath her.  She could be on a ship, but there was no way to know for sure without exploring.

    She sat up, then froze.  Her entire body ached, particularly her chest.  She looked down to investigate, out of pure instinct, before remembering the darkness, which had rendered her eyes temporarily useless.  She brought her hand up and ran her fingers over her uniformed torso.  When she felt the small, jagged hole in her uniform, the memory of her mission came back to her.  She, Will, and Captain Sisko had been cornered in the Suliban facility, and Sisko had ordered her into the temporal chamber.  She didn’t remember much after that, but from the condition of her uniform and her physical condition, she surmised that she’d been shot with a phaser.  Exactly who had shot her was still a mystery and would likely remain one until she was able to ask Will and Sisko what had happened.

    Dani sat still for a few moments, willing the pain away.  Finally, it subsided enough for her to get to her knees.  She began to focus less on the aches throughout her body and more on her mission.  She felt for the pouch she’d been wearing before being sent here.  Relieved, she found it right where it had been before she’d awakened, and the five samples she’d taken from the lab were still tucked safely inside.  It was a relief that she still had them, but she didn’t immediately know what her next course of action should be.  She knew that she had to get the samples to Starfleet, so the question now was how to do that.  The first step to answering that question was figuring out where in the universe she’d ended up.

    Lighting would be a good start.  She also needed a computer or something that would offer a hint for where she was currently located.

    Dani carefully stood, aware that in the darkness, she had no way of knowing how big her surroundings were.  She gained a little more confidence when she was able to stand to her full height without any problems.

    “Computer – lights,” she commanded.  Nothing happened in response, but it had been worth a try.  She stretched out her arms in front of her and slowly began to walk forward, like a blind person.  She didn’t have very far to walk.  Within a few steps, she reached a flat, smooth, vertically oriented surface.  She began walking again, sliding her hands along what she assumed was a wall until she reached something that felt like a control panel.  She was wondering how she was going to see the panel to know what she was doing, but then she decided to just take a chance.  She started pressing buttons randomly, and the lights in the room suddenly lit up.

    Dani looked around the room.  It was small, seemingly only a slightly larger than a walk-in closet.  Somehow, a set of bunked beds, a sink, and two desks were crammed in there.  She heard the nearly silent hum of engines and felt the vibrations beneath her feet and concluded that she must be on a ship.

    But what ship?  And when?

    A garment hanging from the corner of the top bunk caught her attention.  It looked like a uniform but not one that she recognized.  She took a step closer to get a better look at it.

    A gasp escaped her lips as she read the badge on the garment’s shoulder.

    “Enterprise, NX-01?” she read aloud.

    Xxx

    After Dani had disappeared from the temporal chamber, Chakotay had been able to beam Sisko and Will to the Rio Grande in time to prevent them from being taken prisoner by the Suliban.  Now, the three of them sat in the observation lounge on the Enterprise-E with the rest of the senior staff, Janeway, and Tuvok.

    “When we found the lab and the biomatter, we ran into a problem,” Will said.  “According to our intel, the storage equipment we had was supposed to accommodate all the samples of the disease.  Well, that wasn’t possible.”

    “There was much more biomatter than we anticipated,” Sisko said.

    “How much more?” Janeway asked.

    “Enough to fill a large freezer,” Will said.  “In response to this new information, we decided that if we couldn’t get the entire amount, we should at least get some samples back to Starfleet so that we can study it.  So, Dani took five samples with her.”

    “Where did she go?” Picard asked.

    “That’s a problem, also, sir,” Will answered.  “We don’t know.”

    “We weren’t able to read the display panels on the temporal chamber,” Sisko said.  “For some reason, the tricorder was unable to translate it.”

    “We’ve got to figure out a way to bring her back,” Will said.  He felt horrible.  It had been Sisko’s order that had knowingly sent Dani to some unknown time, but Will hadn’t objected.  He was just as responsible for Dani’s situation as Sisko.

    “I’m afraid there may not be much we can do about the situation,” Janeway said.  “As of now, Starfleet hasn’t developed the ability to willfully and purposefully travel through time.”

    “I had a feeling you might say that,” Will said, “and I’ve taken that into consideration.  Have you ever heard of the Guardian of Forever?”

    “I have,” Janeway responded.  “I believe Starfleet’s first encounter with it was during one of Kirk’s missions.”

    “That’s right,” Will said.  “He and Spock traveled back in time to Earth in the year 1930 to rescue Dr. McCoy.  McCoy had been suffering from paranoid delusions after receiving an overdose of cordrazine, and he beamed down to the planet and leaped through the Guardian’s portal.  Kirk and Spock were able to locate him and bring him back to the 23rd Century.”

    “You’re suggesting that we go to the Guardian and try to do the same for Dani,” Janeway said.

    “I am,” Will replied.

    Janeway looked at Chakotay, silently seeking his input.  Reading the unspoken request displayed in his wife’s features, he promptly complied.  “Unless you or anyone else has another plan, it’s better than sitting back and waiting for the temporal police to come riding to the rescue,” he said.

    Kathryn nodded.  In nearly any other situation, she might have made a quip about how often she’d encountered the temporal police in the Delta Quadrant.  But now wasn’t the time.  This was her daughter’s life they were talking about.  Now was not the time for light-hearted banter.

    “Do it,” she said.

    Xxx

    The Enterprise NCC-1701 E had been in orbit around the Guardian planet for nearly six hours.  Janeway, Chakotay, Picard, and Riker had gathered in transporter room 2 and were prepared to beam down.  Before they could even set foot on the transporter platform, someone unexpectedly began to shimmer into existence in the room.  Whoever it was didn’t need the transporter system, as they were materializing on the floor next to the transporter pad.  Janeway’s head whipped around to the transporter tech at the controls.  The technician shook her head, just as confused as the rest of the group was.  Janeway turned back to the figure solidifying before them and realized that it was multiple figures rather than a single person.

    When the sequence was complete, Janeway immediately recognized who they represented, even though the two agents now standing before her weren’t the two she’d dealt with before.

    “The Temporal Police,” Janeway greeted. “I was wondering how long it would take you to show up.”

    “Admiral Janeway,” one agent began.  “Though we’ve never met in person, your reputation precedes you.”

    “I assume that your presence here means that our plans for a rescue mission have changed,” Janeway said.

    “Not necessarily,” the agent said.  “We think your plan is sound, and we’d like to help you.”

    Xxx

    “I’d like you to meet the man who extracted your daughter from Cardassia Prime,” one of the agents said to Janeway.  The away team had reassembled around the table in the Enterprise’s observation lounge, along with the two visitors from the future.

    “I think it’d be a good idea if we got to know both of you,” Janeway said.  “You could start with your names.”

    “Fair enough,” the man said. “My name is Daniels.”

    “Just Daniels?” Riker asked. “You don’t have a first name?”

    “Just Daniels – for now,” he said. “I do have a first name, but I don’t find it relevant to the situation at hand.”  Daniels turned his attention back to Janeway.  “The gentleman sitting next to me is Lt. Kyle Hicks.”

    Riker’s head snapped to the handsome sandy-haired man beside Daniels.  He knew that name.  That name had been one of the reasons he and Dani had broken up around the time of her graduation from the Academy.  Will had thought that she’d seemed a little too close to Hicks at the time.

    Daniels continued. “Mr. Hicks was part of the extraction team sent to Cardassia to bring Commander Janeway home,” he said. “In fact, he personally escorted Dani to the transport that brought her back to the Enterprise.  Just before his graduation from the Academy, he was recruited into Starfleet special forces, where he has since served with distinction.  He’s among the best at what he does, which is why I recruited him for this mission.  As I said before, I think your idea to use the Guardian to go back in time is a good one, and I think Lt. Hicks should be the one to go back.”

    “I have extensive experience carrying out directives of a covert nature,” Hicks said.

    “And how many of those have been of a temporal nature?” Janeway asked.

    “I’d rather not elaborate on that, Admiral,” Hicks replied. “My missions have been classified, and, no offense, you don’t have high enough clearance to order me to divulge the details of my previous missions.”

    “Fair enough,” Janeway said.  But she had part of her answer.  The boy had obviously been involved in some serious missions, some of which likely involved time travel.

    She turned her attention back to the man who seemed to be the leader of the two.  “You said you think our plan to utilize the Guardian of Forever is sound,” she said. “But I’d be surprised if you didn’t already have a plan of your own in mind.”

    “You’re right, of course,” Daniels replied.  “You’re on the right track with the idea to travel back in time, but instead of one of you blindly hopping in and out of history using the Guardian portal, we’ll use technology from my time to send Mr. Hicks back in time to the exact period where Dani is located.”

    “You know where she is?” Chakotay asked.

    “It’s my job to know,” Daniels replied.  “She’s on the Enterprise.  Jonathan Archer’s Enterprise, to be precise.”

    There was silence as the 24th-Century Starfleet officers absorbed the information Daniels had given them.

    “The Suliban may have already had their temporal chamber programmed to that period because they’re planning to strike humanity in the 22nd Century,” Chakotay said.  “Perhaps as a way to go back and end things before they get out of hand.”

    “That does make sense,” Riker said.  “First contact with the Suliban was during Archer’s first mission.  It would be a logical place to try to change the balance of power in their favor.”

    “That’s precisely what our observers from your future have hypothesized,” Daniels chimed.

    Janeway, surprised, looked at Daniels with raised eyebrows.  “You mean you don’t know for certain?”

    “Under normal circumstances, we would be able to identify, to 99.9% certainty, what occurred,” Daniels replied. “But it seems the Suliban had to be aware of that fact because they’ve done something to disrupt our abilities to monitor the timeline.  Some things we’re still able to see, but other parts of the timeline have gone dark.”

    “Since you say you can send Mr. Hicks back to where Dani is, I assume that you can still ‘see’ that portion of the timeline,” Janeway said.

    “Correct,” Daniels said.

    “There’s just one more question,” Janeway said. “What do you get out of this endeavor?    Not to sound ungrateful for your intervention in this matter, but I’ve dealt with people from your department enough times to know that there’s something more at stake than just the welfare of my daughter.”

    “You’re right, Captain, you have had several encounters with Temporal Investigations, so I don’t have to tell you that I can’t reveal everything to you,” Daniels said.  “I will say that you’re right to imply that there’s a bigger issue here than just your daughter.  It involves those vials of biomatter that your away team recovered from the Suliban facility.  That’s about all I can say at the moment.  Regardless of what else is at stake, you should realize that we both benefit by bringing your daughter – and the biomatter – back to the 24th Century.”

    Janeway nodded.  “What are we waiting for, then?  Let’s get started.”

  • Chapter 2: COSI

    Outside, the building could pass for just another average apartment complex. It didn’t look any different than any of the other apartment buildings that might be found in D.C. Just inside the front doors, there was even a reception desk with a secretary on duty. However, as the old saying goes, looks can be deceiving. (more…)

  • Chapter 1: You Get What You Pay For And More

    ⁠Brynne Larence turned off the lamp in the living room of her new apartment and walked toward her bedroom. The 27-year-old had moved to Washington, D.C. nearly a week ago to take a new job with an architecture firm. She still had a sizeable number of boxes to unpack, but she’d already been unpacking non-stop for nearly two days. It was 11:00 p.m. now, and she was dead tired.

    Brynne’s orange cat, Moocher, trotted in front of her into the bedroom. Once they were both inside, Brynne closed the door. She removed the clip that had been holding her long, dark hair and picked up a brush. She began to rake the brush over her hair, but stopped mid-motion and leaned in closer to the mirror. What was that on her neck? She leaned in as closely as she could and studied her reflection. A prominent black spot that she’d never noticed before marred the side of neck. What was that? She reached up and rubbed it with her hand. To her surprise, it smeared. She looked at her finger and found some of the black mess on finger. Was that ink? How did that get there?

    Brynne pushed the questions aside. She was too tired to contemplate mysterious ink marks. She looked away from the mirror and turned to her bed. Moocher was lounging innocently on top of the bedspread.

    “Come on, Moocher,” Brynne said sternly. “Move it.” She gently shooed the cat off the bed. It hopped off and landed lightly on the carpet below. Brynne pulled the covers back and fell into bed. She slid under the covers. “Goodnight, Moocher.”

    Moocher sauntered over to the closet door, which was cracked open a bit, and meowed.

    “Come on, Moocher,” Brynne pleaded. “It’s late. I’m tired.”

    The cat meowed again, this time louder and longer than before.

    Brynne was quickly losing patience with her pet. “Mooch, give it a rest, already.”

    Moocher gave one more small meow before nudging the closet door open with his head and walking in. A few seconds later, a sea of bright, white light invaded the room.

    Brynne opened her eyes, sat up, and squinted at the light emanating from her closet. “Moocher?”

    Moocher came bounding out of the closet and hopped onto the bed, into his owner’s lap. Brynne looked at the blinding light again. Was this a dream? Had she fallen asleep so quickly without realizing it? Was this a hallucination? She placed Moocher beside her on the bed and pulled the covers away from her body. She brought her bare feet to the floor and stood. Cautiously, she approached the phenomenon in her closet but stopped at the entrance. Staring into the light, she realized that it wasn’t as sharp now that she was so close to it. It was like the light that emanates from a television screen in a dark room: not bright but … unique.

    Brynne took another step toward the light. It was actually quite beautiful. She boldly brought her hand up to the light. She took one more step and, with her curiosity building, placed her hand into the light. It disappeared.

    xxx

    Lance Roberts took another bite of his candy bar. This would be the last time he had one of those for dinner. He only had one more bite left, and his stomach was still rumbling with hunger. He popped the last piece of the bar into his mouth and dropped the wrapper into the small trashcan beside his desk. He hadn’t spent four years at MIT just so he could sit in front of a computer screen and eat candy bars for dinner every night.

    He looked at the computer monitor again, looking over the grid that filled the entire screen. Something wasn’t right. One of the squares on the grid was flashing excitedly.

    “Dr. Duvall,” Lance began, “do we have any links active at the moment?”

    Payton Duvall, the head of the Central Office of Scientific Intelligence, or COSI, walked over to the small monitoring station and looked over Lance’s shoulder at monitor as Lance pointed to the blinking red box on the blue screen. A trouble expression formed on Payton’s face.

    xxx

    Brynne quickly removed her hand from the light and examined it. Everything seemed okay. It didn’t hurt, and it looked to be the same as it was before. Gaining more confidence, Brynne stuck her hand back into the light, this time pushing it deeper so that more of her arm disappeared. She pulled it back and examined it again. This was absolutely amazing.

    xxx

    Payton’s blue eyes studied the screen. “Pull it up,” Payton directed Lance. “Which link is that?”

    Lance’s fingers flew over the keyboard. The image on the monitor changed from boxes on a blue screen to white words on a black screen. “It’s the northeast link,” he said. “Here in the District.”

    “The Rockwell apartment complex,” Payton said.

    “Right,” Lance confirmed. “Apartment 5-G.”

    “We’ve got guys in that building,” Payton said. “Get somebody to that apartment now. Find out what’s going on.”

    xxx

    Brynne closed the closet door and leaned her back against it. She looked around the room, which was once again dark. Moocher let out a small meow.

    “What the hell was that?” Brynne asked. She looked down at her cat. “I think we’re in trouble, Mooch.” She turned back to the closet door and opened it. To her surprise, the light was completely gone. She stepped inside and looked around. It was a normal closet again. Hangers, clothes, shoes. She began to take another step.

    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Brynne.”

    Brynne bolted from the closet and found two men in trench coats standing in her bedroom doorway. “Who are you?” she asked, panicked.

    The younger of the two men approached the closet and Brynne backed away, mortified. The man was holding some kind of device that she’d never seen before, and she was afraid that it might be some kind of weapon. But he pointed it at the open closet, not her.

    “It’s definitely active,” the younger man said.

    “Who are you?” Brynne asked, some of that boldness from earlier returning. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

    The older man took a few steps toward Brynne, but she quickly backed away from him, so he stopped where he stood. “My name is Steven Bell,” he said. This is my partner, Ian Packard. We’re both special agents.”

    Brynne looked back and forth between them. “Agents? Are you from the FBI?”

    Bell shook his head. “No,” he replied. “But we are from a government agency.”

    “Listen, I just moved into this apartment about a week ago. I just – well, my cat actually. He kind of discovered this … ” She gestures to the closet. ” … this whatever-it-is tonight,” Brynne explained. “I don’t know anything about it. I swear.”

    “No, no, Brynne. You’re not in any kind of trouble,” Bell insisted.

    Though he had used her name before, this was the first time that Brynne picked up on it. “How did you know my name?”

    “In good time,” Bell assured her. “Right now, we’d like you to come with us back to headquarters so we can explain some things. We know this is probably all a bit confusing and overwhelming to you.”

    Brynne laughed and shook her head. They had to be kidding. Go back to headquarters with them? “No,” she refused. “Huh-uh. No way. I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t even know you. How do I know you’re even with a real agency? You could be two sick wierdos for all I know.”

    “I assure you, we are with a legitimate agency,” Bell said. He understood her apprehension. If he were in her position, he’d probably feel the same way.

    “Well, do you have a card or something?” Brynne requested. “Some kind of proof?”

    Bell reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card. He handed it over to Brynne, who promptly examined it.

    “COSI … ” she read from the card. “Is that your agency?”

    Bell nodded. “Yes.”

    Brynne looked at Bell again. She handed the card back to him. “Anyone can have cards made,” she said skeptically.

    “I know,” Bell said. He looked at the card and then back at Brynne. “Keep it.”

    Brynne withdrew her hand and the card. “What does it stand for?” she asked.

    “Central Office of Scientific Intelligence,” Bell answered.

    “How come I’ve never heard of it?” Brynne inquired.

    “We’re very secretive,” Bell replied.

    Brynne raised an eyebrow. “So are the FBI and CIA, but I’ve heard of them.”

    Bell shifted uncomfortably and looked at Packard before speaking. “COSI is different. We’re a scientific agency.”

    Packard left the closet and stood beside Bell. Brynne looked at them. She was still a little uneasy about this whole situation, but neither of them had said anything that wasn’t totally unbelievable. “And you want me to go with you?” she asked.

    “We’d like you to, yes,” Bell said with a nod.

    “Why?” Brynne asked.

    “We’d like to question you.” Bell said.

    “Look, I already told you – I don’t know anything about this,” Brynne said desperately. “My cat wondered in a—”

    “Your cat went into the light?” Packard asked. It was only the second time he’d spoken since he’d walked in. “When?”

    “Don’t worry, he came back out,” Brynne said dismissively.

    “He went in?” Bell asked, alarm rising in his voice.

    “Yeah,” Brynne replied. “What’s the big deal?”

    “You really need to come with us,” Bell urged with renewed fervor.

    “I’m not going anywhere,” Brynne said with finality. Before, she’d actually considered going with him. Now, they seemed a little too eager, and it didn’t sit well with Brynne. “I’ve already listened, and this is way too weird for me.”

    “We won’t force you to come with us,” Bell said.

    Brynne rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s reassuring.”

    But Bell wasn’t giving up just yet. “Know this, though – if you do come with us, you’ll find out what this thing is and what it’s for,” he said, pointing to her closet. “If you don’t come with us, you’ll never know.”

    Brynne and Bell looked at each other. It was a tempting offer, and curiosity is a powerful driving force.

    “Alright,” Brynne said. “Give me a few minutes.”

    Bell looked at Packard. Both of the men looked relieved. “Fine,” Bell said.

    Brynne looked at Bell, then Packard, then Bell again. Were they just planning to stand there and watch while she changed? “Do you mind?” she said, annoyed. “I’m not in the habit of getting dressed in front of total strangers.

    Bell and Packard politely left the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Bell’s eyes wandered over to a small mountain of boxes in Brynne’s living room, and his body followed. He looked down at the top box, which was open. A large book was sitting on top. He reached in and picked it up. It was a thick, coffee table book with the Titanic on the cover.

    “How did you know my name?”

    Bell placed the book back in the box and turned to the bedroom. Brynne was standing in the doorway, fully dressed, her arms crossed over her chest in a no-nonsense manner.

    Bell began to speak, but Brynne talked over him. “And how did you know where I lived?” she asked. “How did you know all this?”

    “We know a lot of things,” Bell said simply.

    “And how did you get in here?” Brynne pressed.

    “We—”

    “Did you break in?”

    “No—”

    “—Because my door was—”

    “—Look, we didn’t break in. I told you we were legitimate. We have a key.” Bell held up the apartment key for her to see.

    Brynne’s brown eyes went wide. “How did you get that? The landlord told me no one else had one.”

    “That’s because they don’t know about this one,” Bell said with a slightly mischievous smile. “Look, there’s a lot that needs to be explained, and it will be … if you come with us.”

  • This Looks Strangely Familiar

    If you’re a fan of “Fumbling Toward Ecstasy”, then I have a feeling you’re really going to enjoy Jack Finney’s novels Time and Again and From Time to Time.  Though I’d never heard of Finney until six months ago, our works bear striking similarities.  Time and Again is about an advertising professional named Simon who’s recruited for a secret government project trying to achieve time travel.  Instead of using a time machine to travel back in time, participants use hypnosis or self-hypnosis to transport themselves.  Simon travels back to 1882.

    In the sequel, From Time to Time, Simon travels back to 1911 to try to prevent World War I.  His mission leads him to Belfast, where the Titanic is under construction, and he eventually ends up on the Titanic.

    I haven’t read these gems, yet, but I’ve read a few reviews, including the Wikipedia entries about them.  The similarities between his plots and mine are eery.  I certainly plan to take a look at Finney’s novels after “The Journal” is completed!

    By the way, if, like me, you think you’ve never heard of Finney’s work before, you might want to think again. Finney wrote the The Body Snatchers, the novel on which the classic 1950s movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers is based.