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Sentience of Time – Chapter XV

Aug 03, 13 Sentience of Time – Chapter XV

The following story is a work of fiction and is 100 percent original work. I will be publishing a chapter per week on Saturdays, which can be viewed right here on redOrbit Blogs / Sci-Fi Saturday. I have always been interested in writing science fiction and this is a step toward realizing my dreams. I hope you enjoy this serial novel a chapter at a time!

Chapter XV: Time Lapse

(June 11, 2077)

Avon Lafonte waited for a signal to establish communication with Jazz from June 9, 2020. With most calls between communicators, the council usually waited for contact to be made to them. Signaling backward through time was deemed dangerous as it often became intermingled with other wormhole frequencies, and may have possibly resulted in a fragmentation of the space-time continuum. With forward-placed calls, direct communication was always made to the sole recipient, which had been Asterim’s council.

But Lafonte had to try to establish a link to the future past Jazz. Not only did Lafonte need info from her, but she needed to know that her past past self would be looking for her before she could return to the present.

(June 9, 2020)

Cobi monitored the box as the signaler blinked. He didn’t understand why the council would be calling Jazz as it was, as he understood it, uncustomary to place calls to the past. He lifted the box up before him as he sat in the driver seat of the cruiser. He studied it and debated if he should answer it or not.

He could answer it and give up to the council that he in fact is amongst the living, or he could leave it and they may just think Jazz is not in an area where she could establish a safe communication. He placed the communicator down and decided it was best to not let on to Asterim that he was alive and well. However, he would need to provide a ready link to the future for them to send for Jazz, which is now him.

Of course, Cobi had no idea that another Jazz was also alive and well and quickly approaching his position.

Cobi threw the car into gear and sped off down the road. He needed to be within range of the flashpoint to make a successful jump to the future.

(June 8, 2020)

Jazz sat in a corner of the unfamiliar house waiting for Jack to wake up. She looked at an old cuckoo clock on the wall above her position: 6:14 a.m.

Jazz went back to the couch she had been sleeping on and lied down. She thought she may be able get a few more hours of sleep to keep her mind off missing her flashpoint.

(June 11, 2077)

Lafonte closed the communication link after waiting what seemed like 20 minutes. He at first believed that maybe there was an error in the backward frequency. Of course the risks were known. However, the link looked good on the data screen.

Lafonte walked hurriedly from his room and down a long hall toward von Weitz’s lab.

He waved his hand over the door face plate and it slid open. Von Weitz looked up from his work and motioned Lafonte into the room.

“Yes?” von Weitz eyed Lafonte curiously. “What did you find out?”

Lafonte cleared his throat. “I could not establish a communication, sir.”

Von Weitz walked to the back of the room and pulled up from the wall a pedestal that revealed a large communication beacon. “Well, I guess we will have to try the old fashioned way then.” Von Weitz pressed some buttons on the pedestal and a light began emanating from the middle of the beacon. A doorway seemed to open in the middle of the beacon and von Weitz entered a data chip into a small hole near the screen.

“What is that?” Lafonte called out.

Von Weitz turned to Lafonte. “This is the finder. We used to use it when we first began making jumps to the past. However, we found that long-term use affected the wormhole and warped the space-time continuum to the point we were doing more harm than good. However, I am guessing an important occasion such as this one warrants its use.”

After a few beeps the finder started whizzing through the wormhole looking for the communicator. “Sometimes it takes just a few moments; other times it takes a while. It may take some time, she is pretty far back.”

Lafonte watched in amazement as the finder searched through a maze of strings in the time fabric. Several passes through one section of the space-time continuum and the finder honed in on a specific section of time. “There it is,” von Weitz cried out. “She is moving along an area near Indigo Hook, about three miles from the flashpoint. The finder is indicated a fast rate of speed so she must be in some type of transport.”

Von Weitz began pushing buttons and lights began flashing on the screen. “Wait a minut and we can establish a visual link from the communicator’s secret linkup. We may be able to get a read on her and see if she is okay.”

Lafonte smirked. “This is really interesting stuff. I never knew we could take time travel this far.”

Von Weitz shushed Lafonte with a wave of his hand. “This is top secret stuff. You don’t mention this to anyone. If Asterim finds I have been using the finder, he could have my hide… and yours.”

Lafonte shook his head assuring he was okay with the secretive nature of the ordeal.

(June 9, 2020)

Cobi slowed the car as he approached the mart and pulled into a clearing near the edge of the woods. It had been at least an hour since he gunned down his partner and there was no sign of anyone investigating the death, as far as he could tell. He decided to walk into the woods from this point and prepare the communicator for the flashpoint.

(June 8, 2020)

Jazz awoke feeling refreshed. She stretched her arms out and pulled herself up to a sitting position. She felt she must have slept about 20 minutes or so. She sat forward and tried to view the cuckoo clock across the room. She couldn’t quite make it out but she thought she read it as 9:05 a.m. However, only after jumping to her feet and getting a closer look she determined it was actually 12:45 p.m.

“What the hell?” Jazz thought to herself. “I couldn’t have slept that long.”

Jazz walked to a doorway to see if Jack was in the other room. After investigating several rooms she found Jack was nowhere in sight. She frantically looked out windows to see if he was nearby outside. But nothing turned up. She raced to the door that led to the garage and found the car was still in place.

“Where could he be?” Jazz scratched her head. As she turned around a man grabbed was standing there and grabbed her arms as she tried to forcefully push him. “Noooo! What do you want?” She tried to fight the man off.

The man forced her to the floor and removed a mask that he was wearing.

“What the hell?” Jazz struggled to make sense of it. “How did you find me?” She shouted out in confusion.

Stay tuned next week for Chapter XVI

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When not sitting at the computer pushing out quality stories for redOrbit, Lawrence enjoys his continued passion for writing on a personal scale, as remains unseen in any of his previously unpublished works. However, this passion drives him to continue on, writing about anything that just happens to plunge into his consciousness from some previously hidden, dark, far-away region where most ideas typically hail from.

When not writing, Lawrence enjoys drawing, and spending time with his wife, following the road less traveled, searching for lost treasures. He is also stuck in the 80s, which may explain a few things! Or not!!

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