Wormhole part two left us knowing the year that El ended up in after driving through a wormhole.
A large, loud man with many medals on his chest burst into the room. “What the Hell is that parked outside the building?” he boomed. He continued looking at El. “It must belong to you. You must be the man from the future?”
“Yes! That’s…” El started to answer. “That’s yes, Sir!” Captain Fremont interrupted. “Yes, Sir!” El continued. “Captain Fremont, I presume? That is my car. It’s a 2009 Mazda RX-8 with a 1.3-liter rotary engine…”
“What are you talking about?” he interrupted. “You hardly spoke a single word that made sense to me… Prescott!”
“Yes, Sir!” Prescott answered, standing at attention. “Do you understand this man?” pointing at El. “Hardly a word, Sir. He speaks English, but he uses so many words I have never heard before that I don’t understand.” Prescott handed Captain Fremont El’s license. Fremont examined it for a moment.
“At ease Prescott.” Turning to El, “Can you explain how you got here in plain, simple English that I can understand?”
“I will do my best, Sir. I was driving home from the office on Coors Road…”
“Coors Road?” the captain interrupted. “That’s just a dirt road on the other side of the river practically in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yes, Sir! It’s dirt in 1943, but in 2016 it’s paved with six lanes and multiple traffic lights at various crossroads that serve shopping centers along Coors Road. The crossroads lead up to housing developments on the West Mesa…”
“2016? Did you say 2016? That’s…” the captain paused to calculate the time years.
“73 years in the future, Sir! And Albuquerque changes a lot in 73 years from now. There’s a million people living in Albuquerque in 2016”
“I can’t begin to imagine that. A million people you say?” The captain waved for El to continue, giving El a not-too-sure look. El continued: “While driving home on Coors… “
“In that car parked outside?” the captain interrupted. “Of course, carry on.”
“I saw what looked like heat waves rising off the pavement. I drove through the waves, and my car felt like the brakes came on as I came out from the other side of the waves. When everything cleared, I was no longer on a six-lane, paved road. I was on a sandy dirt road, in a bare mesa, looking at the Sandias without a single tower on top of it. I knew I had either driven through what we call a ‘worm hole’ or a ‘time warp,’ and I ended up at some time in the past. But at that point, I didn’t know what year it was.”
“How did you end up here?” the captain asked.
“Luckily, I didn’t get stuck in the sand, so I turned the car around (I was heading north before the time warp) and drove south, knowing Coors would connect with Central. I presumed Kirtland and the labs were the safest places to go, so I drove down Central to get across the river, made it over to Gibson, and drove up to the gate. The guards didn’t know what to think of the car, but I told them I was here to show the car to scientists at the lab. They seemed puzzled but made calls, and Sergeant Prescott came out and escorted me here.”
“Labs? What labs are you talking about?” asked the captain.
“That’s right. Sandia Labs might not be very well developed at the moment. I believe they start to develop the labs after the war. But I know what becomes Sandia Labs is on Kirtland, and they are doing work to support the Manhattan Project…”
“What are you talking about?” interrupted the captain “Sandia Labs, Manhattan Project? Never heard of them, but you say they exist, now, in 1943?”
“Yes! What kind of security clearances do you and the sergeant have? If you don’t have top-secret clearances, or whatever level they call it in 1943, you probably wouldn’t know about the labs or the Manhattan Project. I don’t know if I can tell you anymore without the possibility of getting all of us in trouble. Can you find someone with a top-secret clearance I can talk to?”
The captain looked at the sergeant for a moment while he was thinking. “Go make some calls and see if you can locate Major Pierce. I know he has been working in those new temporary buildings they have put out east of here — the ones they won’t let the rest of us go near. Those buildings may have something to do with the ‘labs’ he’s talking about.”
“Yes, Sir!” The sergeant walked out the door after saluting the captain.
The captain looked at El. “What do you have on the table?” They walked over to the table and El show the captain the three cameras, cables, and adapters for the computer. “I carry these three cameras everywhere I go. That’s how I happen to have them. The cameras are all what we call ‘digital.’ No film.” El explained, “however, once the batteries run down the cameras will be of no use because I don’t have chargers to charge their batteries.” El looked inside his computer bag. “I do have the charger for the computer.”
The captain looked and the cameras, cables, and charger with much confusion. “I don’t really know what to say about these things. They are all so strange.”
El asked the captain to pull up a chair. “I want to show you some photos you will find interesting.” They sat down at the table, and El set his Macbook Pro in front of them and opened it up.
“I thought you were going to show me photographs?” the captain asked, giving the black screen a puzzled look.
“I am. I need to wake this thing up first.” El clicked the trackpad, and the Macbook’s screen lit up with a browser in the foreground on a page from his blog titled “Kissy Kats” showing a photo of two cats that look like they are kissing.
“What the Hell am I looking at?” the captain yelled as he jumped up out of his chair and stared at the screen.
“That’s my blog page with a photo of two of my cats grooming each other. The page is cached, so it still shows the pictures and writing.” El explained as he scrolled down the page. “If I refreshed the page, the page would go blank, and I would get a ‘Page not found!’ error or ‘Cannot connect to the Internet!’ error.”
“‘Cashed?’ That’s what we do with checks!” The captain commented, still glued to the screen. “You are not making sense. I see the colored photographs and the words. I hear you speaking, all in English, but I don’t understand anything I’m seeing or what you just said.”
“I don’t expect you to. This is not what I wanted to show you anyway.” El pressed ‘command H’ to hide the browser and then opened Adobe Bridge from the dock.
“What did you do? Where did it go?” The captain asked, completely bewildered.
“I hid the browser, and I’m opening a file manager that I use to organize my photos. See the icon with ‘Br’ bouncing in the dock? I hope it doesn’t try to authenticate over the Internet since there is no Internet.” A moment later, Bridge opened, and a grid of thumbnail photos covered the screen. “Phew! It opened!”
“Look at all those pictures. They are in color and so clear. How did you do that?” the captain asked, captivated by the screen.
“These photos are from the smaller of the three cameras we were just looking at, but I’m changing directories to photos from the camera with the big white lens on it. See how the screen only shows icons that look like folders with different names under each folder. When I double click on this folder, you will see a different set of photos.”
“Wait!” The Captain said looking at the screen. “What’s that?” pointing to an image that was not in a folder.
“Oh! That! Are you ready for this?” El asked as he double-clicked on the image. “Probably not!” The Captain replied. “What is that? It looks like a map, but not?” As the satellite map of Albuquerque opened on the screen. “It’s a satellite image of Albuquerque in 2016 with a map layer on top of it!” El explained.
“You are not making sense, but I can see what you are doing and the changes taking place. I can see that strange ‘Satel..’ whatever you called it.” The Captain said as he stared at the screen. “This is fantastic. It’s like magic!”
38 thoughts on “Wormhole Part Three”
Each one of these has been so good, but I had to chuckle at the blog post with the cats. Well, done! I look forward to part 4.
Thanks, Bridgette. The post is real if you want to see the rest of the photos: https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2016/8/kissy-kats
Aww! Thank you.
You are welcome.
You should have used the French pronunciation of “cache” ,,, sounds more elegant. But, then they would say you must be some kind of “foreigner.” Then, you would reply, “I’m not that good to play “rock-n-roll. Foreigner is a band you see … Mick Jones, Lou Gramm.” The captain would then say to his sergeant, “I think we’d better call the state hospital.” 🙂
Of course. Thanks, David.
Hahaha. That’s so much fun. For a moment, I felt like I belonged in 1943 as I tried to follow all of your tech language. Great write, Tim.
I think it gets worse. The poor captain. Thanks, Jeff.
I’m along for the ride. Poor captain indeed. Most welcome, Tim.
Satellite map, blog, internet connection, macbook pro…. a ha ha haaaa… Poor man!!! 😉
The vocabulary volley is pretty overwhelming. Poor captain. Thanks, Marina.
I can picture the expression!
Loving this Timothy. You are so creative. It’;s great how you get a fabulous blog up there every day and often so different from the day before in terms of content.
Thanks, Shey. I really appreciate your comment. I’m trying to mix thinks up a bit. Since I don’t get out much these days, and we are out of downtown Albuquerque (there were always lots of low-life photo ops in downtown), my photographs are mostly critters in the bosque, the cats and sky shots these days. Fortunately the sky is ever changing. I’m adding more writing and music to shake things up a little.
Listen, what you do is epic. Anything but ‘ groundhog day’. Wonderful pics, I am sure most of us could look at all day. Always uplifting, whatever the subject. You sometimes have music, sometimes a bit of writing. This one is different cos it is a serialistion but it’s not there every day. SO it’s a great treat, the way you have a bit of this and that.
I’m happy to provide as much variety as I can. I sometimes get that “Same as it ever was” feeling. I looked back on last year’s posts of Mama Wowl to see when the Owlets first popped their heads up. The photo on 4/10/21 of Mama Owl in her nest is almost identical to the one I posted on 4/9/22. I guess Mama Wowl doesn’t have many creative options for how she sits on the little ones. I saw the wowlets for the first tine on 4/24 last year. I expect it will be similar this year. I might see an alignment of the planets and the wowlets on the same day.
This is a great story, Tim. The mix of things on the blog is nice, too.
Your story is progressing very nicely. Very clever to include your blog and your kitties!
Thanks, Dawn. Whenever I open my computer it’s usually on the edit page of my blog. I had my blog on a different platform in 2016 with links to that platform on WP.
I can just imagine how these poor men feel, seeing and hearing all these strange terms and pictures. Great job, Timothy.
Thanks, Roberta. The captain is overwhelmed.
The plot thickens! This is certainly getting more interesting. Adorable how you worked in the kissy cats.
I still think we need a bit more emotion from El. Even if El is the most chill guy ever, how is El not thinking about whoever is at home, expecting him to come home from work normally? Or wondering how he’s going to be able to get out of this wormhole, get back to 2016, and feed his hungry cats? What if he has to live in 1943 forever with nothing but the leftover lukewarm coffee in his thermos and no way to charge his Macbook Pro when it runs out of battery?
This is definitely an enjoyable and intriguing read thus far!
Luckily he can charge the MacBook Pro. He found he has the charger in is computer bad. He is SOL on the cameras. That’s a sad situation. Very good point about El worrying about things left behind in the future. The reality will probably hit him at some point. Thanks, JYP
… I was waiting for the request for future stock tips!
That goes without saying. Thanks, Brian.
A fun read. Jumping back in time through a wormhole poses so many possibilities regarding how you’d go about explaining yourself. I enjoyed reading your choices.
So many possibilities. Too many, really. Thanks, Carol.
Oh dear… that is what we call talking circles around someone! Hopefully when this whole adventure comes to an end, their memories will be erased!
So much fun, Timothy.
I don’t know. I think all involved are corrupted for life. Thanks, Dale.
So I fear…
Captured me this one did!
This is quite neat, Tim.
Will there be more?
Creative writing is like magic!
One more part I’m posting today. Thanks, Resa.
I’m hooked! Great read Tim
Great writing, Tim. To be in a conversation with someone from another period of time would be fascinating and frustrating at the same time – which is exactly the feeling I sense here within the story.
Thanks, Randall. I was trying to get that frustration across.