The Pentahedron provided me this input entry space. I wonder how it looks back in the real worlds?
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Incident Report 01/31/2005 Subjective 01/31/1940 Objective d1870.2 Reference (Uncatalogued) There's a Western from the viewpoint of Annie Oakley's rival, as if Annie had never existed. Lots of bomb-coping, auto driving, and other high adventure, but still not a happy place. |
I've been away from home for a while. I got banished to the American Revolution, and had to hitch a ride back with time travellers.
But I've made it. I've seen back home. Real home, where I thought people might miss me. But the Greenland Rebellion government wants me dead!
They blame me for the death of my "mentally challenged" nephew. Or the departure of Ellipsis. Or something. They're not sure what; they're still arguing. But they're on bad times, and they need a scapegoat. And that would apparently be me.
I think maybe I'll stay out a while longer. Maybe I can leave a message at home in the meantime. There might still be people worried about me.
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Background Report 02/02/2005 Subjective Pentahedron Objective and Reference Those time travellers I hooked up with? They're on a big project, to map the omniverse. Seeing as how people want me dead back home, I think I'll stay on with them. Their time machine is powered by something called a Pentahedron, though their leader says a better term would be Hypertetrahedron. It's a four-dimensional solid, made out of triangular pyramids. It looks kind of like a pentagram, when it's reduced to our two-dimensional vision. And that kind of explains the popularity of both pyramids and pentagrams in those old-time religions. |
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Incident Report 02/05/2005 Subjective 02/05/2005 Objective d1937.50 Reference ("DC Universe") In northern Indiana, I've borrowed an atlas from Lobo, and now I can't return it because his gas station's closed. I hope he doesn't kill me. |
Mom and Dad are alive! At least, they're alive here. My brother and I are on a bus to see them.
But this is a strange land. The highways are twice as wide, the skyscrapers are twice as tall, and the buses are twice as wide and tall. We're trying to get to the north side of Indy where my parents live now (a step up from the west side where I grew up), but the terminals are so confusing, I wind up Chicago-bound. Awww! I got to try to go see them again.
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Background Report 02/07/2005 Subjective Pentahedron Objective and Reference My fellow travellers are a motley lot.
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Incident Report 02/09/2005 Subjective 02/09/2005 Objective d1939.11 Reference ("Marvel Universe") It seems Wendell dresses up in costume and calls himself Quasar! He's off to a meeting with giants. He's going to offer them some ecological settings. I try to follow, on a network of mountain bike paths. But I pick one that goes across dunes near a fence, and I'm stuck. Oh well, it's a good thing I'm not a real superhero. |
I found Mom and Dad's old home. They weren't around, since they've moved. But the phone company built an underground facility there, complete with wood paneling, conference halls, and electromagnetic testing with dipole magnets. No wonder Mom and Dad could afford to move.
I finally hooked up with Mom and Dad! But they weren't happy. It seems they were still raising me!
It was 1993 here. My own Dad died of cancer in 1990. He got better after that, but it's a long story. But here, he was still holding on to his diseased life. He had to, because...
I'm still mentally retarded here! I've been eligible to leave grade school ever since 1973, but 20 years later, I still like hanging out with the students. My parents are embarassed. Wouldn't you be, if you had to live with a 40ish year old man who invited 8 year olds for sleepovers?
And Dad needs to move on! So does Mom, for that matter; my Mom died in 1993! Whatever I am here, I've made my parents hang on to parental responsibility for far too long.
There's only one way out. I have to merge with my omniversal counterpart, so as to give him a responsibility transplant.
I've done the merge before; most dimension travellers have. But this guy will be no treat. I'm likely to come out of this one as a mental child. But as long as I can give my parents some freedom, it's worth the risk. My colleagues agree.
In short, I pull it off. But the Pentahedron team has to carry me for a while after that. (Linda's especially kind.) Fortunately, I've kind of always been a boy who would not grow up, so I adapt.
I'm just glad I finally got to give something back to my parents. I never got a chance to do that before.
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Background Report 02/07/2005 Subjective Pentahedron Objective and Reference So, what happened back at the Revolution?
And so, I found my ride home. But more importantly, Emil's allies became my allies too. |
We've come to the United States in 1802, chasing some more historical meddlers.
Thomas Jefferson is President here, just like our own history - but he's starting to round up dissidents. There are rumors, he loves France so much, he's brought a guillotine over from there. And he's got a new advisor, who's all in favor of strong government. Give me a break; we've got centuries to build up to that concept.
The Chief's been talking with one dissident, apparently another dimension traveller who won't give his name, unless we believe his mommy really called him "X the Unknown". Apparently he's so deformed that he always wears a cloth mask.
Based on these talks, we're going to move against Jefferson's advisor. Fine with me. America really was the bright shining hope of the world back then, and nobody messes with that if I can help it.
It turns out, the advisor was Onslaught, a demon or something whom I've met before. He came here to build an empire! And North America in 1802 was actually a good place for that. Napoleon would have done it himself, if not for a slave rebellion on Haiti.
Fortunately, my colleagues have enough power to drive Onslaught off. The masked dissident disappears after that too. It seems he isn't too comfortable around other humans or something.
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Background Report 02/20/2005 Subjective Pentahedron Objective and Reference The Pentahedron works with a protocol most of us would recognize... kind of. It's the Hyper-Body Hyper-Transfer Protocol - or hbhtp! As in, hbhtp://d1990.4/ .
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We've got a new team member! It's Steffi, who was messing around with volcanic gas, so now she can change her weight. Just like a woman named Rita, whom the Chief knew once, except Rita could change her size too. And just like Rita, Steffi joined our team. But then I had to screw it up. I have to admit, I've been kind of childlike lately. My colleagues have put up with it, so far. But Steffi's new. In short... I have to admit, I jumped her. It was during one of our workouts, and I was just looking for someone to playfully wrestle, who didn't have cosmic power or was confined to a wheelchair. Well, Steffi beat me. At first, wrestling her was like riding a helium balloon, and I fell off. But then, she slammed me to the ground. Oh yeah, she changes her density. And I think she's figured out how to do that to best advantage. I once fought women in double gravity... and one of them put out exercise videos afterward. Maybe Steffi's been studying. And then she knocked me out with nerve pinches to the neck. But it felt good, like a neck massage, until I fell unconscious. Wendell must have taught her; he was a trained US Gov agent once. After I awoke, the Chief told me the bad news. Steffi said, either she leaves, or I do. Well, I thanked the Chief for what he taught me. Then I left. Straight out of his universe. Under my own power. Our crew relies on the Pentahedron, which is hyper-dimensional and gives dimension-transfer powers. Well, my blood contains something called Unobtainium, which is itself hyper-dimensional. It's like little Pentahedrons. And it seems, now that I know how the Pentahedron can cross the universes, my blood gives me the power to walk the worlds on my own! I think it might be time to go to my home now: East Douglas, Massachusetts, first home of the FERG. It's more built up than it used to be; it has two new restaurants in familiar places. But it also has roving gangs of teenage boys. People say they've been here for over a week. I can't even make it through the crowds to the restaurants. So that's it for me. Don't mess with happy hour! Instead, I go on a tour of the town's graveyards. Each gravestone is now decorated with makeshift crosses. Some crosses are red, some are white. "Red is the dead who were known by the dead; white is the dead who were loved by the living." They say that's a French custom. And it must be true, because one of the white crosses is being visited by a young man, barely more than 20 years old. Loved by the living. But it's a makeshift white cross, like you see at roadside shrines where teenagers get cut down by cars. And it has my name on it! Some people here want me dead; others think I already am! I think I'll go elsewhere to consider the course of the righteous. I'm wanted for death on my homeworld. Some people there think I'm dead already.
Narrative Report
02/27/2005 Subjective
02/27/2005 Objective
d1937.50 Reference ("DC Universe")
Ousted
Narrative Report
02/27/2005 Subjective
02/27/2005 Objective
d1990.4 Reference ("Anno Ellipsis")
Home, or Not
Narrative Report
02/27/2005 Subjective
02/27/2005 Objective
d1990.4 Reference ("Anno Ellipsis")
My Home is the Omniverse
But still, it's my home. There are certain places I can rest there, without bringing mankind's judgment upon my fellow workers of the FERG, or upon the rest of the people I ever knew and loved. And there are ways I can avoid your sight.
If you see me in passing, please understand when I disappear. If you never see me again, it's not because I don't love you as friends. But I love all the universes now. They all are worthy, and if you can see me, I like where you live too.
(signed) Wyatt Ferguson
Wendell Vaughn / Quasar, the Hulk, the Sinister Six / the Lame-O Foes of Spider-Man, the Absorbing Man, the Abomination, Zzzax, and Razorback are Marvel characters. Niles Caulder / The Chief and Linda Danvers / Kara Zor-El / Supergirl are DC characters. All other characters in this fiction, including me, my relatives, and that French guy, are copyright © 2007 by Eiler Technical Enterprises.