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Stories

These are my stories.. not short.. kinda long.. well short compared to novels.. and there is one per page.. and on word each one is about 5 pages long.. and not near being done yet.. so bear with me on these.. ill finish them eventually.. and let me know what you think please?

Stargate Story, End of the Universe

End of the Universe

AThe beginning of our universe started with a violent chain reaction that led to every thing we see and know to be true. Astronomers call this reaction the Big Boom. They theorize that it was a time when all matter in the universe was condensed into a small area, such as that of a large marble. However the gravitational forces from this one >marble of matter= was so intense that it collapsed upon it self, much like large stars do now, however, when they collapse it creates an enormous explosion. The explosion created by this >marble= was the largest known to our universe; it was so hot that all matter was moving so violently that it separated to its basic particles: electrons, protons, and neutrons. This created a vast cloud of constantly moving particles. Once the cloud began to cool, the particles moved slower and slower, eventually it was cool enough so that the particles would come together, one proton attracted one electron. The creation of the basic element, Hydrogen. The cloud cooled more for more complex atoms to be created; as these atoms formed they started collecting and became compounds. From there everything continued to sort, collect, and evolve which eventually led to us.

AHowever what happened before those moments which everything started is pure speculation as to what it was, and what existed. Was it another universe? With different laws of physics or the same? All this is uncertain however, it is possible that their might have been a completely identical universe in which all of this has already happened, and we are destined or possibly doomed to live out what we have already done, over, and over and over again.@

The dignitaries attending the seminar actually seemed interested until the speaker had made this last claim. The auditorium style room had walls of glass so that the view of space and the planet below could be seen, however they were covered in curtains most of the time, as to not distract the audience from the speaker. Currently the room was half full with well dressed officials and scientific dignitaries, all looking at this one professor as though he were a chimpanzee trying to give a speech on warp field technology. Many stood up at once and left. Others grumbled between themselves, and then there was that few - one - that was sitting in the front nearly on the edge of his seat. The speaker, Professor Bartholomew Dickens, had to stop because of the noise that rose from his audience.

AExcuse me,@ he said quietly trying to regain control, however to no avail. AEXCUSE ME!@ He said rather abruptly. Everyone turned and look at him. AThis might be controversial, however, we haven=t been able to breach the Zero Barrier yet, but on the other hand what if we already have? What if every time we set a time before the Zero Barrier we do cross it, but, the travelers are themselves just the future them, or the past them, and when they cross everything is exactly the same that no one can tell if they did cross?@ After this the rest of the dignitaries did stand up and leave. Professor Dickens lowered his head slightly and walked across the small stage to an even smaller table to began collecting his programs, transparencies, and other various presentation utensils that he thought he would use.

All that was left was the one in the front, looking around with a confused look. He then stood up slowly, AProfessor, the session is not over yet,@ the boy said in a quick, unsure voice.
RAAh, yes I know this; however it doesn�t seem that they do,@ he gestured to the empty seats filling the auditorium.

AI don=t understand, why would someone attend a scientific seminar if they are not willing to consider new ideas?@ The boy again probed the professor.

AWell most of those >dignitaries� didn�t come here to learn.@ The boy made a strange face at his comment. Seeing this the professor added AThey came to assure them selves that what they see is certain and that others agree with them, they are only happy once they are accepted. True scientist must make himself rejected in order to truly discover new things.@

At this the boy made the �ah� gesture and hurried to the stage help Professor Dickens collect his things. Half way to the stage the boy moved one of the curtains and looked beyond the windows. The greenish glow of Cedi Alpha III reflected in his glasses. The boy stood there hypnotized by the majestic scene right out side the window.

AFrank come help me with this box would you?@ The professor demanded in a quiet voice; however the boy did not answer, AFRANK!@

AYes Professor, I�m coming.@ Frank jumped obviously startled by the loud noise created by the professor.

AHow many times must I raise my voice in one day?@ Dickens seemed distraught and unfocused.

AWell sir, if I am allowed to look out the windows any more, at least one more time.@ Frank said jokingly.

AThen I forbid you to go near them, now get your stinkin� ass up here and help me load this shit!@ His face obviously furious and steaming, he threw several transparencies into a container and closed the lid with a loud bang.

AI don=t think I�ve ever seen you that angry. I�ll stop kidding around and help you. After all I want to go home in one piece and you�re driving the whole way.@ The kid seemed mildly disturbed, yet he continued to smile slightly in hopes that it would calm Dickens.

AFine then, come on up here, pick up them there boxes, and follow me.@ A big smile came across his face. He picked up the largest of the boxes and started down the stairs. Frank picked up several small crates all piled on top of each other and followed, a confused look on his face.

As the professor made his way across the large auditorium something caught his eye on the roof, he looked up and through the glass saw an odd orange glowing cloud. It appeared to be coming from the other auditorium that was opposite to this one. AFrankie, what do you suppose that glow is comin� from?@

AUmm...@ the boy started fumbling with the boxes so he could get a better view of the roof with out dropping them, AWell, if I remember correctly@ he stopped and thought awhile, AThe primary auditorium is equipped with an outboard holographic emitter which can project any object or presentation on space itself.@ He stopped once again smiling.

ASo you�re sayin� that is a projection?� he stopped and thought for a bit, �A projection of what?@

AWell, if I remember correctly, the primary auditorium was being used by, um, I think I saw it scheduled as >Weapon Development= presented by Starfleet, I believe.@ the boys face showing the obvious disappointment for not remembering it exactly word for word.

AHmm, Starfleet, well what weapon are they demonstrating?@ Dickens took his eyes off of the projection and looked toward the door with a renewed since of purpose, Alets go find out shall we?@ He started taking steps two at a time as to not miss the current presentation. As he reached the door to the auditorium they were currently in he looked across the wide hall, to the primary auditorium he noticed that the doors were closed with guards on the outside.

AWell now, this must be special@ he muttered under his breath. He turned to the boy which barely got by his side, ANow y=all should stay out here and keep an eye on the equipment, ya hear?@

AYes sir, and what=s with the accent?@

ANever mind that, I need to see what=s in there, now stay here.@ Yeah just stay there kid, don�t break anything either.

He walked toward the door the guards at the door raised their side arms to him as he approached. AHALT, this is a confidential presentation.@ The guards pressed the charge button on the kill setting.

Hmm, they changed my procedure for confidential meetings, their guns were already supposed to be charged. ANow gentleman there=s no need for that, I have my pass right here@ He reached into his back pocket, one guard raised the weapon to point directly at the professors head..

The boy began to worry; he hadn�t expected the professor to actually go near the guards. He continued to watch and saw Dickens pull out some form of card from the old fashioned wallet he insisted on carrying. The guards looked at one another then lowered their weapons. One of the guards reached down and turned the knob for the professor. The large oak door swung smoothly open. Dickens calmly walked into the auditorium. Frankie then let go of a breath that he didn�t know he was holding. What in the world was that he showed the guards!?

A... As you can all see through the simulation playing outside your windows it is a very basic reaction. It breaks everything down to its basic sub-elementary particles and ensures everything is destroyed to the atomic level. Everything, that is, within to the specific area that we program into the reaction.@ The speaker on the stage was wearing full military uniform. Numerous badges, metals, and awards of all kinds were on his uniform. They all sort of blended together to make a multicolored mass, from the back of the auditorium where Dickens had chosen his seat. The speaker, which was standing near the window, moved toward the podium in the center of the small stage.

AGeneral?@ A small hand rose from the front of the auditorium. Dickens looked closely, but even though there were very few people in the auditorium, it was still hard to see the small owner.

The general was caught off guard; it was obvious as he looked down into the audience, at the hand. AYes?@ He quickly caught his composure.

AHow, exactly, is the reaction >programmed= to stay in a specific area?@ Dickens smiled at the fact that voice had used the generals words exactly as he had, he also noticed that voice was feminine, and she had a very nice sweet voice

Once again the general was caught off guard, Awell; um@ he paused and looked down at the podium, then looked quickly up at the orange image outside the window.

AThere is no way to contain this reaction, or program it in any way.@ Dickens jumped up and said loudly, deciding to take advantage of the Generals hesitation. All 50 occupants or so in the auditorium turned around in their seat and looked at Dickens, nearly in unison. AThis >reaction= as the kind general puts it is totally uncontrollable.@ He starts to move casually forward, putting his thumbs in the pocket of his jeans as though talking about something as general as the weather.

AExcuse me, who are you, and why do you feel as though you can hold my seminar for me?@ The general quickly asked as he realized he was losing control of the audience.

Dickens smiled, and walked closer to the stage. An expression of recognition crossed the Generals face, then a look of hopelessness. AI am Dickens, from the science and technological research division of the University of Earth.@ He shrugged his shoulders slightly. Several of the attendants in the room laughed slightly, others smiled. Dickens looked around the audience absorbing all their reactions. He noticed very few people looked serious or shocked. Good, the less people who know me the better. As he came to the front row, he saw one person, a young lady, look astonished. The general, glad to know that most of those there didn�t know who Dickens was, continued self confident that the audience was his once again. AWell in fact, Mr. Dickens, there is a way to control the reaction. We have discovered that by only giving a certain amount of the reactant, that it will only spread a certain distance from the center.@ He smiled slightly proud of his achievement.

AOh, of course, a certain amount of reactant, why didn�t I think of that?@ Dickens began, a very sarcastic tone, and put his hand up to his head to show his >disbelief=. AOh wait,@ he paused and got suddenly serious, AI did think of that. But then I immediately proved it wrong. Remember?@ Dickens once again smiled and stared at the General waiting for the response.

AExcuse me? This is a brand new theory, one that hasn�t even been tested yet, how could you have possibly proved it wrong already?@ The general honestly confused.

AOf course you don=t remember!@ Dickens spun on the heels of his boots to look at the audience again, Abecause he never read that part.@ He pointed at the general for a brief second. AYou see, Starfleet Intelligence removes selected findings to persuade a group,@ he motions toward the audience, Athat these ideas are sane and found. Yet what they don=t tell you is that this >reactant= the kind general talks about, is based on energy, the same energy produced by the >reaction= so in essence this >reaction= is self sustaining. This means that it will keep going, and going, and going, and going,@ he paused tilted his head slightly and smiled, Auntil there is no more matter to break down, even then it will take decades possibly even millennia, for the region of space to return to normal, and since this >reaction= has no limit, the region of space will consume all of our universe.@ He stopped and let this concept sink in. He then turned again to the general, ANow do you believe that is an acceptable risk? Are you willing to bet your families life that this weapon,@ he spat the word at the general, Awill stop at the pretty line on the computer screen? Because if you ignite this >reaction= even once, that is what you will be doing.@ He continued to stare at the general, until the general looked down at the transparency on the podium. He then turned slowly to the audience looking at each one of them in the eyes, AHow about y=all? Is it worth it?@ Dickens then looked down at his boots, AI don=t want to risk it, but then I wasn�t invited to this seminar, so it�s out of my hands@ he lifted his hands, and then let them drop to his side as he briskly started to walk towards the door, shaking his head. The young lady that was sitting in the front row stood up when Dickens reached half way to the door and began to follow. As Dickens got to the large oak door he turned the old fashioned knob and looked behind him to see the state of the seminar, he noticed that someone was following him. So he opened the door and stepped aside, and noticed it was the young lady, he smiled kindly, and nodded his head Ama=am@.

She smiled back at him and quickly walked through the door, with her head lowered. Dickens then looked once again over the auditorium, and followed suit.

Outside, Frankie was playing solitaire on the transparency that he had brought along the trip. When he heard the door open he looked up, hoping not to see his teacher being thrown out. Instead he saw a gorgeous woman walk out and then his teacher. He also noticed that the guards stood at attention when they saw Dickens. What=s up with that?

Frankie began collecting the supplies and consolidating them all in one box. After he had filled one of the boxes, he noticed that his teacher wasn�t with him yet. He looked around the hallway and noticed that the lady and the Professor were talking a short distance down the hallway. They were currently too far for him to hear what they were saying, but he was planning on changing that. He quickly stacked all of the boxes and started walking towards the pair.

At this time the pair had stopped walking, and Frank noticed that Dickens back was facing him, and the lady could see him approach, and came in closer and started talking quieter.

Dickens looked down at the floor and took a step back, then looked behind him to check on Frank, Oh good, he�s coming over, �Ah, Frank, come here,� a large smile came across Dickens face as he motioned Frank over.

�Yes sir?� a worried look came over his face, oh man, what did I do now?

�I would like you to meet,� he paused and looked at the woman standing beside them, �I�m sorry ma�am, what�s y�alls name again?�

She smiled slightly at Dickens then turned to Frank �I am Kristy, nice to meet you.� She extended her hand out to Frank.

He tried to shift all the boxes to one hand, but they ended up falling off his arm. �Oh shit,� he tried to reach down and grab them but to no avail. His hand hit one of them which sent it sprawling down the hallway spilling all its contents as it went. Pens, papers, pencils, transparencies, several smaller boxes, all spilled out.

The two guards looked down the hallway at the commotion; one raised his phasor rifle and leveled it on his shoulder. They immediately shake their head out of disapproval, and relax slightly by the door.
I know this one isnt finished either.. yes thats as far as ive written so far.. but ill get more.. promise.
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