paintings and notice my father standing on the opposite side of the room staring at the visual displays. I journey to say hello, stopping briefly to review the artwork as my father patiently stares, searching for the work's meaning, its underlying mystery. He always has a way with finding a hidden mystery in everything as he scans a piece with a very alien landscape, an open sky view staring out toward a three star system. Very much a landscape piece from another world, an alien utopia I imagine. Daniel Mortal's mind wanders as his quest to conquer the universe in his mind continues.
"Everything look good pop?" I ask.
"If only my boy, if only for a moment, to stand on an alien world." He replies with a soft voice. "What I wouldn't give."
"Don't worry pop, there's still time, you never know what the future holds."
My dad looks up at me with the look he gives his students. "Well according to our friend Einstein, it is theoretically possible to go into the future, you need only accelerate to the speed of light and the sheer velocity will distort time and its effect on you. What do we know about an object and the effect time has on it, based on acceleration?" My father asks.
I gather my thoughts for a moment as my father patiently awaits my response. " I believe it's the faster an object moves, the slower time is for the object. Hence light speed or superluminal travel would result in a forward shift in the space time continuum or a theoretical reversal effect." I answer hoping I'm on point.
"Well done son, that will do. I tell you Ashton, your mother and I are so proud of you. You're an accomplished man; you make being a father great. We just love you so much." My father says as he puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks pop, your support means a lot to me, always has. So where's mom?"
"She's with Angela, they're doing the walk through of Nightmares of the Cosmos right now. I'm heading over there next and I have to say Ash, I'm pretty excited, I've been hearing great things." My father says, pride glistening in his eyes.
My father stands with me staring at the artwork and we are two of the same. In this moment the feelings of accomplishment are surreal along with many other emotions. Suddenly I find myself become drawn into the cosmic scene I painted long ago as tracers carve the edges of objects into my vision and a loss of equilibrium and I must excuse myself. "I'll be right back dad!"
Before he can even respond I am heading to the back of the gallery hall desperately searching for the exit. My vision begins to fade and return as I make haste for I know the moment is coming. Opening the emergency exit, I feel the cool breeze from the ocean air hit my face sending a chill straight through me. Struggling to fight it off, my right hand pressed to the cold feel of concrete on the building next to me. Closing my eyes tightly I fight, trying to power through it yet once I peel my eyelids back, I realize the gallery is now just a thought far away.
CHAPTER: 5
NIGHTMARES OF THE COSMOS
A gentle wind can be felt as my eyes focus revealing a room I've suddenly appeared in, along with a particular scent with no comparison. The room is large; pillars with ancient text run parallel on the outer edges of both sides of the room. A control panel of some sort in the center, nothing I can understand as I pass a relatively hidden section off to the side lined with charcoal sketches I can't quite make out, covered wall to wall. Seemingly a study or living quarters, but nothing makes sense to me as I try to regain my wits. Constructed with a single sheet of a strange metal, curves flow to perfect cuts that make up the architecture.
Flapping furiously, lace-curtains dance with the steadily increasing wind flowing through this strange room. Walking toward the curtains I decide to pass through them to get a better perspective of my location. Beyond the curtains I emerge onto a large balcony
"Everything look good pop?" I ask.
"If only my boy, if only for a moment, to stand on an alien world." He replies with a soft voice. "What I wouldn't give."
"Don't worry pop, there's still time, you never know what the future holds."
My dad looks up at me with the look he gives his students. "Well according to our friend Einstein, it is theoretically possible to go into the future, you need only accelerate to the speed of light and the sheer velocity will distort time and its effect on you. What do we know about an object and the effect time has on it, based on acceleration?" My father asks.
I gather my thoughts for a moment as my father patiently awaits my response. " I believe it's the faster an object moves, the slower time is for the object. Hence light speed or superluminal travel would result in a forward shift in the space time continuum or a theoretical reversal effect." I answer hoping I'm on point.
"Well done son, that will do. I tell you Ashton, your mother and I are so proud of you. You're an accomplished man; you make being a father great. We just love you so much." My father says as he puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks pop, your support means a lot to me, always has. So where's mom?"
"She's with Angela, they're doing the walk through of Nightmares of the Cosmos right now. I'm heading over there next and I have to say Ash, I'm pretty excited, I've been hearing great things." My father says, pride glistening in his eyes.
My father stands with me staring at the artwork and we are two of the same. In this moment the feelings of accomplishment are surreal along with many other emotions. Suddenly I find myself become drawn into the cosmic scene I painted long ago as tracers carve the edges of objects into my vision and a loss of equilibrium and I must excuse myself. "I'll be right back dad!"
Before he can even respond I am heading to the back of the gallery hall desperately searching for the exit. My vision begins to fade and return as I make haste for I know the moment is coming. Opening the emergency exit, I feel the cool breeze from the ocean air hit my face sending a chill straight through me. Struggling to fight it off, my right hand pressed to the cold feel of concrete on the building next to me. Closing my eyes tightly I fight, trying to power through it yet once I peel my eyelids back, I realize the gallery is now just a thought far away.
CHAPTER: 5
NIGHTMARES OF THE COSMOS
A gentle wind can be felt as my eyes focus revealing a room I've suddenly appeared in, along with a particular scent with no comparison. The room is large; pillars with ancient text run parallel on the outer edges of both sides of the room. A control panel of some sort in the center, nothing I can understand as I pass a relatively hidden section off to the side lined with charcoal sketches I can't quite make out, covered wall to wall. Seemingly a study or living quarters, but nothing makes sense to me as I try to regain my wits. Constructed with a single sheet of a strange metal, curves flow to perfect cuts that make up the architecture.
Flapping furiously, lace-curtains dance with the steadily increasing wind flowing through this strange room. Walking toward the curtains I decide to pass through them to get a better perspective of my location. Beyond the curtains I emerge onto a large balcony
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