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Parallel Present Paradox


“Parallel present,” said Starek suddenly.


Doctor Winter was amazed. She could put into one word combination of childish wonder, doubts of an experienced woman and even bitterness. The last thing was however absent today.

They never managed to build, even non-functional, time machine. After many years of basic and applied research they found out that travelling back in time is possible only while watching old movies or looking at old photos.

“We have plans and budget to examine time travel. And you know bureaucrats,” warned Winter, “It wouldn’t be easy to change our goals now. What do you have there?”

Last question was aimed at Starek’s bag, or more properly its content, now spilled all over the table, containing few data discs, some paper sheets, three coloured pencils – and a pocket calculator.

“Results of Miyanaga’s team job. They were working on it for few years, and they managed to prove the existence of parallel worlds. Not only theories but perfect proof.”

“Good. But what does it have to do with us?” wondered Doctor.

“Existence of infinite parallel universes solves our problem. Perfectly. Only thing we have to do is find that one, where everything we want to see from the past, haven’t happened there yet, or is happening there right now,” explained Stárek briefly.

Winter let this new information running through her head for a while, before accepting it.

Well, yes, it could work this way. And it would solve that eternal philosophical dilemma because in this “past” they would only be guests and thus they couldn’t contaminate it with chronoclasms. Nevertheless, idea of infinite universes frightened her.

“Even if it would work, how could we select exact one version of the universe?” asked Winter.

Starek grinned happily.

“With technology?” he asked rhetorically, “I thought you had plenty of experience with it.”

Surprisingly creating the discriminator did not take too long. It was little over the budget, however with the help of renting the parking lot, it was done and the laboratory B was filled with many devices.

Doors to parallel dimensions were hidden mostly in ones and zeroes of very sophisticated software. The excited professor jumped around the transportation panel, through which they should send testing drone to  another dimension.

Preparations were more than perfect.

After series of important tests and procedures, Starek could start his application of Miyanaga’s research. He had buried hundred other projects but he never lost faith in his one hundred-first, one hundred-second … two hundred-fifth attempt. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Winter, who was ready to press a button on a keyboard of controlling unit.

“Let’s go.”

Shivering (because her track record of lost projects was far away from Starek’s) she pressed the enter key.

Quietly humming generators started to get louder. Monitors started to flash. It began.

Winter prayed that parallel worlds wouldn’t be inhabited by spiders or sentient oysters or the world governed by sport fans.

Anytime they did this, something unexpected happened, something to ruin their plans.

A world they saw didn’t look anything like she imagined. It actually looked exactly same as their reality. Everything was the same, exactly. They prove that they could find the right alternative reality, and they could enter it, however now they couldn’t. They tried to mess with the device, recalculate the calculations and try it for the second time… and third time. And so on until one of the surrounding engineers coughed to remind them that the shift is over.

“Let’s go to my –” he then remembered the state that his office is in, all those papers and holographic models, that he didn’t turn of, “to your office, Doctor. We will go over everything that we managed today. Even though we managed nothing today,” admitted Starek.

“What will we do?”

“We’ll have some coffee.”

Affected by prehistoric atavism, which can sometimes make even the biggest feminist suddenly serve annoyed alpha-male, she made the coffee herself. She ensured that there will be enough sugar and even more sucrose hidden in nearby cookies. She even lends Starek her festive cup made from Meissen porcelain. The professor sipped, burned his tongue and mixed remaining coffee with whiskey.

Terrifying silence filled the room, until Winter broke it.

“Miyanaga probably failed,” she said quietly.

“Miyanaga’s research is perfect!”

Seeing this defence of another team’s work shocked her. Mainly because speaking of this exact Japanese scientist, Starek didn’t usually save harsh criticism.

She stood up and leaned against the wall. There was something on her mind. She decided to say it. She coughs, caught Starek attention.

“I maybe know why this happened,” she started very cautiously. She decided that it would be better to get over this fast.

“If it is true, that there are infinite parallel realities, then there must be a world, where is not true, that there are infinite parallel realities.”

She subconsciously crouched and continued.

“And we live in that world. No! That cup hasn’t done anythin...”


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"Things just happen. What the hell."
* Terry Pratchett. Hogfather


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