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Friday, September 10, 2021

A Lady's Prerogative: The Pug Mandate (Second draft finalized. A bit more art and then one more ALP short story before Singularity)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons (or dogs), living or dead or super-powered or actual events is purely coincidental.


And At The End Of The Day


An elderly man, absent of hair everywhere, except perhaps for his brows, the space on either side of his mouth and the space beneath his lips, swept vigorously, as if he was playing the game of curling. There was no puck nor was there any signs of a scoreboard, though there were a series of lanes to which he was attending. The lanes or aisles of his own place of business.


The shop to which he was attending was mostly silent, with the exception of the tinny sound of an old colour tube television connected to a VHS player which looped one of his favourite (undubbed) Japanese movies, for he was a native speaker of the language. A lone Shakuhachi played a dramatic melody as the man pondered times passed.


For instance, he considered that his (now deceased) best friend, Barris Windsor, had (before his passing) insisted that the man get his VHS collection of movies, the ones about which he was so sentimental, digitized in a format compatible with most modern computers and audio/visual equipment.


The man chuckled under his breath as he recalled one such memory, where Barris upon hearing the tinny whining sound of the old television approached him as if in a psychotic rage, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him, declaring: that thing is driving me absolutely nutters!


To which the old man simply replied: my friend, you cannot take up a voyage driving to any destination at which you arrived long ago...


The old man laughed aloud as he finished up with his broom. He took it and placed it in a cabinet and then proceeded to the front door and locked it.


Upon hearing the noise of the lock, a small dog, a pug, came running from the back office space in the store and began barking at the old man.


"What has gotten into you Happīu~isuka?" asked the old man of the little dog.



The dog sat before him, looking up at his eyes as if trying to tell him something.


"Ohhhh. I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me," the old man leaned down and rubbed the little dog's head tenderly.


The little dog barked twice, wagging its tail as the old man turned and unlocked the door.


He then pulled a small folding ladder from behind a bookcase, opened it and climbed it to its top. Upon the bookcase, he found a solitary key which had not had time to form dust so much as the space it occupied.


Happīu~isuka barked three times and got onto his feet, his tail wagging enthusiastically.


Sato climbed down the ladder with the key, then opened the front door and placed the key inside of a lantern just over the front door.


"Just in case you happen to find your way home Barris, old friend..." the old man said aloud as he stood under an elaborately and artistically hand painted sign: Sato's Curios And Treasures






A Visitor Bearing Gifts


Sato had already been up for several hours and yet had only unlocked the door to the shop a little over an hour prior. He'd open the store at ten ante meridiem Greenwich meantime, unlocking the door five minutes before. 


There was a bus stop near the store and much of his morning business had been that of commuters looking for reading material for their morning travels. Magazines, news and the published dailies had been available at a convenience store just down the block from his location. However, Sato did carry a large variety of second hand books, some of which were published centuries ago and yet did not quite fall into the category of protected literature or copy. 


Some of his customers were avid readers and often found something interesting in his store of the literary variety, though his inventory wasn't limited to books alone. It was packed with treasures he'd accumulated over the duration of his life and via his world travels. You'd be as likely to find a copy of one of H.G. Wells' lost manuscripts, which apparently weren't nearly as interesting as what he'd written in their absence. You'd definitely find mechanical devices designed by Charles Babbage or even Lady Ada  Lovelace herself such as the first mechanical shaving device for women, simply marketed as the Lady Ada-Girl.


There were a few of Alan Shepard's own personal paper airplanes, including the stick man doodles he'd often etch onto them depicting failed bailout attempts or just pilots outside of the canopy hanging on for dear life. There was a mechanical lighter, which Sato marketed for the purpose of lighting barbecues and candles. The truth was that it was designed by Nicolai Tesla, who at that time was a chain smoker. After using the lighter a few times to light his own cigarettes or the cigars of his investors, he'd managed to completely singe off the eyebrows of any party that used it. Shortly thereafter Tesla quit smoking entirely and was encouraged by his investors to have the design for his lighter scrapped.


There were a collection of dirty limericks written by Rumi, including one of which he'd somehow managed to rhyme Mayiladurathai (a city in India) with a particularly ticklish part of the human anatomy. There was an unpublished essay titled: Shut Up And Let Me Think, Dammit! written by Rene Descartes. A self help book titled: A Writer's Guide To Tricking The Editor Into Doing Your Writing For You by Samuel Clemins also known as Mark Twain. A copy of Sun Tzu's somewhat lesser known book, the Art Of Warbler Calls. Also a very rare copy of Miyamoto Musashi's Book Of Zen Cones, as apparently in addition to being both a master of swords and Zen, he was also quite a fan of ice cream.


Sato also had a seedy written sequel on his shelves, penned by Margaret Atwood, simply called I Spanked The Bachelor's Tail, for which she'd been encouraged by her publisher to retire (from writing) and to get out a little more often, after they rejected it.


On the other hand, you might just as easily have come across the written ramblings of Geoffrey Chaucer Jr., who with works like The Naughty Knights Of Canterbury was simply looking to cash in on his father's literary success with a steamy post medieval version of Harlequin romance novels.


It was not unusual to have someone enter the store almost immediately after he'd opened it, and this day would be no different in that regard. The only difference there would be is that his first customer was also a very good friend.


"Good morning Sato! Its been a while, hasn't it?" Nelony asked as she strode the length of the aisles to meet the elderly man.


"What, perhaps two months? It has been a while, yet not nearly long enough," Sato returned seemingly unimpressed by his guest's visit.


"Grouchy Sato today?" Nelony responded.


"No. Peaceful Sato, after his peace has been disturbed. I take it you came for a specific reason other than to deliver designer dog treats for Happīu~isuka? I think there were some chipmunks outside who are in much more need of your charity. Perhaps you should go have a word with them, nature girl," Sato responded.


"Well, if you really want to know, I just popped in to make sure that you're alright. I mean since..." Nelony began, pausing as she arrived at the inevitable memory of a lost friend.

"Don't give me that pity for an old man routine. Pity, much like pampering is a sentiment best experienced from a distance. In this case, as large a distance as possible," Sato pushed.


"Pity, yes. For a grouchy old man? No. For the furry friend that has to live with such a sour sod as yourself... Where's my little puppy friend?" Nelony pulled an environmentally friendly paper bag from the inside of her jacket.


Within seconds, Happīu~isuka had made his way from the back room of the store and was at her feet, barking happily.


"At least allow him the dignity of earning his meal before you spoil him," Sato suggested.


"Alright. Happīu~isuka? Show me where the Emily Dickinson collection is?" Nelony asked the little pug.


The little dog stopped for a moment, looking around the store as if pondering the question carefully before he came to life, trotting over to one of the shelves and stopping under the collected works of the classic poet.





Nelony followed the little pug over to the shelf. She pulled one of the books from the shelf and seeing that it was one of Emily Dickinson's collected works, she knelt and carefully handed the pug one of the gourmet prepared biscuits she'd picked up at a nearby pet store.

"Pretty good. I'll take this one for my collection. How about William Butler Yeats?" she asked Happīu~isuka.


After he'd ensured that there were no crumbs left on the floor, the little pug circled around to the other side of the same shelving unit and stood beneath the only two books bearing the Yeats name.


Nelony pulled another biscuit out for the little pug, gently placing it on the floor before him. He devoured it, chewing every last bit of it. Nelony scrubbed the little dog's head with her nails.


"There. Good puppy. Maybe, next time I should come with a plate of Sushi for you, and try the same thing?" Nelony stood and shot back at Sato.


"You'll find that I charge much more for parlour tricks like that," Sato responded.


"And a bottle of Sake," Nelony added.


"Deal," Sato agreed as the door opened to reveal a pair of lovely morning customers.


Visitors From Afar


The two women entered the store, their melodic voices and accents standing out right away.


"Kori Jonglyu recommended this store. She was here in London for a show, last year. She just has that radar for finding stores that carry the coolest knick knacks..." Monique held the door for Alicia.


"I'm just saying that we have to keep an eye on the time. We should be at Heathrow Airport by seven tonight at the latest," Alicia responded.


"You were best friends with Heylyn in high school? Have you ever seen her when she gets going at a shopping mall? I practically have to carry her out before she bankrupts herself. Loosen up Alicia. Have a little fun. Carpet Diemond," Monique remarked.


"I seem to remember Heylyn tipping me off about buying stocks in shoe companies any time you go to the mall.  You're hardly one to talk. Besides, I am having fun and it's carpe diem. It's latin. It means: Sieze the dayLive to your fullest. I highly suggest that you stick to pig latin..." Alicia joked with her friend.


"I'll o-day y-may est-bay, but I can't guarantee anything..." Monique responded to Alicia who had already become distracted by one of the store's knick knacks.


"Oh my gosh, would you look at this? Norler would just love this..." Alicia held up a desk ornament she was sizing up for her beau.


"That's better. That's the spirit..." Monique encouraged Alicia.


...


At the front counter, Nelony and Sato watched the two ladies as they shopped.


"Do you often get tourists?" asked Nelony.


"You're here, aren't you?" Sato remarked.


"Not from other neighbourhoods. I meant from other countries," Nelony responded.


"North America may as well be another planet..." Sato responded sarcastically.


"Watch it, Mila lives there you know," Nelony defended her friend's place of residence.


"Mila lives in Canada. Not to mention that she lives on the outskirts of the smallest town in Canada," Sato added.


"Mila doesn't live anywhere near Timbuktu," Nelony responded with the name of the only small town she'd ever heard of in Canada.


"I meant Alivale, in Ontario. I think our tourists have similar accents to Mila's," Sato said, very keenly aware of their speech.


"That they do," Nelony observed after listening to them talk for a moment.


Nelony then stood up straight and directed her attention at the two women.


"Excuse me. I hope that we're not being rude, but my friend and I here overheard your voices and we'd wagered that you were from Timbuktu in Canada?" Nelony asked politely and in her most polished British accent.


"Its quite alright, though we're from Toronto," Alicia replied politely.


"See? I told you!" Nelony scolded Sato, tapping his arm.


"Why do I even bother?" Sato mumbled, rolling his eyes.


"I think I saw you on the telly last night. Something about a delegation to the East?" asked Nelony.


"Yes. That was us. It was a follow up interview we agreed to with the BBC. The delegation was actually about six months ago. I think the interview was in relation to recent legislation in the United Kingdom favouring cooperation with the Asian Alliance where it involved matters of the sharing of medical technology, and facilitating Global Medical Sciences facilities under United Nations mandate for all continental regions. Canada, The United States and Mexico are teaming up to build theirs. The United Kingdom just put a motion through Parliament for the budget. China, Russia and India have already started theirs. Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia and Indonesia as well. New Zealand and Australia of course. Japan, Taiwan and the Philipines are working together. South Korea has already had one for years. PAHO are sponsoring their facility for South America. Kenya and Ethiopia have already finished theirs. Dubai has theirs, which is also servicing Egypt and Sudan. In the Middle East, it has even become a grounds for peace negotions, allowing for the possibility of building three such facilities to service the region and opening the doors to trust between the local, the global population and their neighbours, so things are looking up..." Alicia commented, loving to speak about progress in her field.


"Nice to meet one so well informed as yourself," Nelony smiled to Alicia.


"I'm a Scientist. Its my job to be in the know or at the very least, in quest of it," Alicia responded.


"And I'm a fashion model. Tee hee hee," Monique responded, putting a finger on her cheek and doing her best to mock the intelligence cliche often associated with those of her vocation.


"I don't think my friend meant any ill by her remark, but that doesn't mean she isn't capable of scarring the egos of strangers and friends alike," Sato did his best to cushion Monique from Nelony's remark.


"I'm Nelony Ardbloem and this is my friend Mishima Sato," Nelony introduced them to the tourists.


"I'm Alicia Westin, and this is my friend, Monique Defleur," Alicia handled their introduction.


"Forgive me my forwardness, but its not often that you see the British and the French in friendships unless war is involved," Nelony remarked, somewhat intrusively yet without the intention of malice.


"Well, we're both Canadians, eh?" Monique responded in sarcasm.


"The French and the British get along quite well in Canada..." Alicia spoke in complete naivety of any social undertones and hidden tensions that had escaped her for her entire life.


"Who says ignorance isn't bliss?" asked Monique.


"Certainly not the ignorant," Sato backed up both Monique and Alicia, leaving poor Nelony on her own.


"I have other more consuming concerns rather than the underpinnings of social conflict and historical rivalry. While the rest of you neglect her, the Aerth does need someone to look after her," Nelony replied seemingly unperterbed by their banter.


"Perhaps you could teach British environmentalist women a thing or two about treating elderly Japanese men and their dogs with at least a shred of dignity..." Sato carefully (and sarcastically) introduced their guests to the hidden rapport between Nelony and himself.


"Watch it, lest you find yourself and your store bombarded by bird droppings on a daily basis from hereon in. Besides, I'm not here for grouchy old Japanese men. I'm here for your puppy, Happīu~isuka..." Nelony responded.


"Before you completely rob my canine best friend of his dignity by constantly referring to him as a puppy, perhaps we should ask him his opinion in order to settle this?" Sato suggested.


"Perhaps that's a good idea... At least he has a good heart, if not a tiny one. Where is he? He was right there a minute ago..." Nelony looked around for the little pug, finding no evidence of him.


For Those With Sensitive Ears


As the little pug consumed the last of the biscuit, he sniffed the rest of the floor for any remaining tidbits of the tasty snack. It wasn't so much that the little pug was hungry as much so as it was that the risk in leaving anything edible was that it wouldn't last long. At least so it was in the sense of logic possessed by the little dog. After all, dogs lived by simple rules such as, never pass up a meal and people are easy impress. Ironically, both rules often led to the same result. A full stomach. A full stomach after all was a dog's best friend, followed by friendly grooming and the need to play every once in a while.


From Happīu~isuka's perspective, he was just part of a pack of very strange looking dogs that just happened to walk on two legs. In fact, when the two strangers had come into the store, Happīu~isuka had taken up the guard perimeter, making his way around to the front door to ensure that there were no other two legged dogs of the unfamiliar variety that had come in unbeknownst to them. It was Happīu~isuka's job to protect the pack. A task he'd taken much pride in doing, having screened many potential threats to the pack with his discerning nose.


On this particular day, after the most recent strangely hairless two legged dogs had come into the store, Happīu~isuka heard something that nobody else could. It was something very familiar, but something that Happīu~isuka had not heard in a long time.


When he first heard it, his tail began wagging. He even let out a little bark, which went unheard by the rest of  his pack. As he walked closer to the front door of the store, the sound got louder, until Happīu~isuka could make it out clearly. It was a voice. A familiar voice.


"Pug-bug!? Where are you? Walkees? Pug-bug? Daddy wants a hug!" the familiar voice came.


Happīu~isuka barked again as he approached the front door to the store. The voice was calling him somewhere on the other side of the door. It was the sound of one of the members of the pack that he'd not seen for a long time.


It was the voice of Barris.


As Happīu~isuka approached the door, the latch turned as if by some hidden force and the door slowly opened. In the background, Happīu~isuka could hear the other members of the pack as they spoke to each other, oblivious of what he was up to. The little pug slipped through the open door and outside towards the source of Barris's voice as the door to the shop closed behing him. The voice he was hearing was coming from the inside of a black car with tinted windows that had pulled up to the curb.


As the little dog approached, one of the car doors opened, and Barris' voice invited him in.


Happīu~isuka's tail began wagging and he barked three times, before jumping into the car. As soon as the dog was in the car, the door slammed shut and the car sped off.


A Pug Discovery


"Happīu~isuka! Let's go for a w-a-l-k," Nelony gently exclaimed as she searched the store for the little dog.


"As a Doctor and Scientific researcher, its my duty to let you know that dogs cannot spell," Alicia responded as she searched the store for any signs of a dog.


"Alicia, you're speaking to a woman for whom Dog-ese is a second language," Sato politely replied to Alicia while intentionally attempting to insult Nelony.


"I can speak to and with most, if not all animals..." Nelony responded.


"I see..." Monique said raising her eye brows.


"Must be a British thing... You know, there's help for that kind of thing but the first step is admitting that you have a problem," Sato added, winking at Monique as he looked steadily for Happīu~isuka.


"Problem? I do have a problem... his name is Mishima Sato..." Nelony shot back.


"...there he is!" Sato yelled as he leapt for the door.


He'd spotted Happīu~isuka through the display window of his store. Happīu~isuka was walking towards a black car that had stopped near the curb.


Sato swung the front door of his store open as the little pug jumped in. He ran for the car as it sped away into the light Shepperton traffic towards London's downtown core.


"I hate to break it to you but I think your dog has been dog-napped," Monique told Sato, putting a hand on his shoulder.


"I've been prepared for this day my whole life," Sato spoke defiantly as he ran towards the back alley behind the store.


"I'll get the front door Sato. Don't mind him, he's having a senior moment," Nelony etched quotation marks with her fingers as she spoke.


"I could help them you know," Monique spoke quietly into Alicia's ear.


"I know! We both could! But we can't risk blowing our secret identities either..." Alicia reminded Monique.


"I wish Heylyn were here... She's a doer, not a thinker..." Monique responded.


"Sometimes it pays to think before we do... trust me. Heylyn does," Alicia told her friend.


"Oh to heck with this... I'm not waiting for that cranky old Japanese man anymore..." Nelony responded as she lifted off floating into the air before their eyes.


"You want to know what I'm thinking?" Monique spoke as she watched the Aerth Wytch float off in the direction of the dog-nappers.


"The same thing I'm thinking. We've been upstaged by an Nelony, wicked environmentalist witch of the west," Alicia responded in amazement as she watched Nelony pursue the dog-nappers.


A hot rod car hastily pulled up beside Monique and Alicia.


"Get in! We can still catch them if we go now!" Sato yelled to Monique and Alicia.


"You came in this thing? Nice... uhhh... I'll get in..." Alicia responded jumping in the front seat as she leaned forward to allow Monique into the back seat.


"You didn't have to do that..." Sato said as he put the car in gear, speeding off.


"What? Get in?" Alicia confirmed.


"No. You don't have to lean forward to let your friend into the back seat. Ladies, you're looking at the only three door compact car in existence..." Sato drove the manual transmission compact car like an expert.


Three Door Car Gives Chase


"Impressive, isn't it? Well what's even more impressive is that thankfully my arthritis isn't acting up today..." Sato added as he shifted gears.


"That's alright Sato. We understand. We'll get your puppy errrr... little dog back," Alicia responded compassionately.


"I think what Alicia meant to say is that we understand. Its been while since you've had a drive with two women like us to cheer you on," Monique spoke.


"Besides, we're not so helpless as we appear..." Alicia alluded to the fact that they were damsels rarely in distress.


"Don't worry about Nelony. Her bark is far worse than her bite. She's got a good heart that she protects with a wall of thorns and thistle," Sato assured them.


"That and she seems to have perfected the art of being a human kite..." Alicia observed.


"That too... You noticed? There's actually quite a story behind that, but suffice it to say that she's a special woman... that you don't want to cross. Especially if you have any ill intent for nature..." Sato agreed as he weaved the compact car between the traffic.


"We'll get to details later... Right now, lets get your Pug back... Monique, any time you're ready," Alicia turned to face her friend in the back seat.


"Here?" confirmed Monique.


"Here..." Alicia agreed.


"Okey dokee..." Monique replied.


"Sato, you might want to slow down and cover your eyes for a moment," Alicia insisted.


"Why...?  Ohhh! Owww! Ugghh! What kind of Tengu magic was that?!!!!" Sato struggled to maintain his vision as a sudden flash of light signaled Monique's transformation into her light form.



A nanosecond later Monique disappeared through the front windshield at near the speed of light. As she sped towards the dog-nappers, she aimed herself at the tinted back window of the car and attempted to fly through it. When she hit the glass, it felt like hitting a solid wall, even in her energetic light form. Monique bounced off of the glass, transforming back into her natural form as she landed on the roof of the dog-napper's car.


Alicia saw the calamity a few cars ahead of them.


"That was my friend. She has... lets just say unique talents? Uh oh... Their windows must be polarized, otherwise she'd made it inside of that car by now and the occupants would probably be blinded. She might be in trouble. We have to get the car closer to them," Alicia urged Sato.


Sato rubbed his eyes with one hand while steering with the other, before returning his grip to the stick shifter.


"Soooo... how long has your friend secretly been leading a dual life as a sun lamp?" Sato asked Alicia.


"Probably as long as your friend Nelony has been dating weather balloons..." Alicia responded.


"That long...?" Sato seemed impressed as they looked at each other and had a short laugh together.


Monique grasped for anything atop of the black luxury car in her attempt to hang on. Once she had a grip on the roof, she tranformed herself to her shadow form, which allowed her to stand atop of the roof, even amidst the air resistance afforded by their current speed.


"Alicia was right... Think Monique... how do I get in there?" Monique looked for a way to get into the car from her current position on the roof.


Nelony floated over to the roof of the car and landed beside Monique.


"Fancy meeting you here... You don't seem like the Wytch kind of girl..." Nelony spoke Monique in her shadowy form.


"I don't know, I have at least one ex-boyfriend who might disagree with you there. I thought it was a sun roof... I can't find a way in," Monique responded.


"I think we'll need a little help from the Aerth Mother for that... lets put this global warming to good use..." Nelony spoke as she focused the light from the sun, using the carbon dense atmosphere to lens the sun's beams on the hood of the car.


From the inside of the car, the only passenger in back seat spoke as he clung to the Pug.


"My dear driver, please do deal with these pesky Wytches," a small framed clean shaven elderly man spoke as he clung to Happīu~isuka.


"Consider it done," answered the tall mysterious woman driving the car.


Smoke started to rise from the hood as the metal buckled and deformed under the focused heat from the sun. The lady driving the car gripped the steering wheel tightly as her body emitted a concussive force that left through her hands and traveled the frame and body of the car, throwing both Monique and Nelony spinning into the air.


The concussive force was so poweful that it nearly tipped a double decker bus onto its side. The bus bounced to either side as the driver struggled to get it under control.


"Oi mate, d'ya see that?" a man standing beside a Bobby gestured to the bus as it approached, and a black car speeding just ahead of it.


"I'll get that sir. Halt at once! In the name of Scotland Yard!" the Bobby blew a whistle and then began to shout, running after the car.


"Stop at once! ...or I'll yell stop again!" the Bobby chased the car on foot as far as he could before running out of breath.


"Slow down! I think that bus might tip over..." yelled Alicia.


"Do you want me to get you closer to the car or closer to bus?" Sato asked Alicia as he fought with the standard transmission of the little car.


"This is good here!" Alicia yelled as she opened the door and leapt for the bus.


Alicia On The Bus


She landed just barely grasping the top of the bus as it tipped to the side, throwing her up and onto the roof as the driver adjusted his steering drastically to counter the momentum at it teetered.


Alicia got up and cartwheeled the length of the bus with her impeccable balance, stopping as she plunged over the side, grabbing the rear mirror frame beside the driver's open window.


"Stop over steering or its going to roll for sure..." Alicia yelled to the driver.


"Look lady! The only thing keeping this bus from tipping over is my steering!" the driver careened as the bus once again leaned in Alicia's direction.


She hung on for life, bracing against a neighbouring Lorrie with her feet as the bus bounced to the other side.


"Trust me! I'm a physicist!" Alicia yelled at the driver.


"Well I'm the bloody driver and I'm tellin' you that I'm keepin' this bus from going over..." he suddenly steered, countering the momentum to prevent the bus from going over again.


"Careful of that wall ahead!" Alicia yelled as the bus careened inwards toward the sidewalk and pedestrians who'd be pinned between the bus and a nine foot wall.


"Alright! Alright! I'm losing control though..." the driver yelled as the bus mounted the sidewalk.


Alicia weighed her options as the bus bounced over the curb onto the sidewalk. Several pedestrians were directly in the bus' path as she braced for impact with the wall. She grabbed onto the roof and the window frame, bracing her back against the bus as it approached the wall at an angle. Before the front corner collided with the wall, Alicia's feet touched down as she ran sideways, using all of her athletic strength to keep the bus from hitting the wall. The immense weight and momentum of the bus bore down upon her as pedestrians averted their deaths just beneath her between the wall and the bus.




She continued her wall run until the bus finally lost its side to side momentum and the driver had control of the bus. As the bus pulled back out onto the road from the sidewalk, Alicia lost her grip, exhausted from her sudden exertion. Valerie Aspen would have found Alicia's feat very trivial, yet it was the most ambitious way Alicia had used her unique abilities to date. Her grip completely gone, she braced herself to roll as she fell towards the pavement.


"I gotcha girl!" Monique flew, speeding up to catch Alicia before she hit the pavement. 




"Good catch! I thought I'd be taking an early nap on that pavement..." Alicia responded to Monique.


"What are friends for?" Monique winked.


Alicia waved to the bus driver as Monique flew past. The driver waved back as he stopped the bus, giving her a thumbs up and then wiping the sweat from his forehead.


After checking on his passengers' safety, he then pulled a cellularphone from his pocket and dialled the emergency number. After calling for assistance and notifying his dispatcher of the situation, he dialled another number.


"Honey, you and the kids are never going to believe what I saw today..." he began.


This Chapter Is For The Birds


Nelony stopped herself from her mid-air spin and cursed under her breath.


"So, you want to play dirty, do you? Cocoooihhh" she let out a primal call.


From either side of the road, an immense cloud of birds of all varieties enlisted themselves in her army.



"Alright my feathered friends. Let's give them a show," Nelony flew forward with a dense cloud of birds on either side as she caught up with the black sedan.


"Let them have it," Nelony directed her hands towards the luxury sedan.


The birds converged upon the car, covering its windows and body completely as several thousand of them hovered over it in a circling cloud.


"Sir, it must be the Nature Wytch," the mysterious driver spoke to the man holding Happīu~isuka.


"It would seem. What about the other one? I've never seen one with weave of that nature," asked the man.


"Nor have I. Perhaps the Sanctum enlisted new members?" the driver responded.


"Regardless, we have to deal with this before we arrive at the London portal," the man insisted to his driver.


"Perhaps a predator of some form?" asked the driver.


"That sounds like it might do," the man agreed.


"Alright. Coming up," the lady driving the car once again gripped the wheel of the car, channeling her energies through the chassis and body of the car.


Almost at once Nelony cloud of birds began to disperse, fleeing in all directions.


"What gives my friends?" Nelony approached the sedan from the air.


As she approached, she saw the hawks emerging from the car's paint and into reality. They pursued Nelony's birds, culling their flock one at a time as the rest fled for the safety of nearby trees.


"Alright. Its my turn," Sato dropped a gear down to sacrifice overall speed for acceleration. 


He floored the compact car, which jumped ahead aggressively slamming into the sedan's back bumper.


"Not Sato again! Look, is there a way we can deal with the old man without hurting him?" asked the man in the luxury sedan as he held Happīu~isuka.


"We're running out of options and they're only leaving us with lethal means. Perhaps you've forgotten that there's much more at stake here than the life of one old man," the driver urged the man.


"Sato and I go back a long ways and I cannot be his undoing," the man reminded his driver.


"But I can," the driver insisted.


The old man looked at Happīu~isuka and then over his shoulder out through the opaque one way glass at Sato's determined face.


"Do what is necessary, but only in the event that we have no options left," the man ordered the driver.


"Its about time," the driver agreed, struggling against the man's reigns.


Monique dropped Alicia onto the front hood as she flew ahead of the car readying herself for what was to come.


Nelony lowered herself, opening Sato's passenger door and climbing in.


Nelony And Sato Make Amends


"Ssssoooo... how's your day been?" asked Sato.


"Don't even ask..." Nelony cursed under her breath.


"Nelony, I just want you to know that I appreciate everything that you've done to help me... us get Happīu~isuka back..." Sato spoke the difficult words, but not for himself.


He spoke for Nelony.


"You know. I was thinking of something that just might work," Nelony calmed herself and had her first sincere words with Sato since Barris' passing.


"I'm open to suggestions at this point," Sato replied hesitantly as he drove.


"Well, I could try speaking to him telepathically. Only he'd hear it and we might be able to get him to act on it," Nelony suggested.


"You mean get him to liberate himself," Sato's eyebrows raised.


"Or at the least, put him in a very favourable position to be rescued by us," Nelony clarified.


"I trust you," Sato told her hesitantly but truthfully.


"Try not to crash. I need a few moments of undisturbed concentration," Nelony closed her eyes and she began focusing her mind.


Showdown On The Hood


Alicia in the meantime stood on the hood of the car and leapt into the air, her right foot landing solidly against the windshield, sending hairline fractures up through the impact resistant glass.


Two more hits like that she'll be through the windshield," the driver told the man.


"Deal with it when it happens unless you have a better idea," the man told the driver.


"That I do. Deal with it before it happens," the driver opened the door, flipping herself up and onto the hood of the car, leaving behind a ghost copy of herself which continued driving the car undisturbed.


"I know most of your kind, yet I've never seen you or your friend. You must be new in the Sanctum Secularum?" asked the driver as she unfurled her long blonde hair.


"Sanctum? Never heard of it. I'm guessing that the dog-napping business must be booming for you to have a car like this?" asked Alicia of the driver.


"Or those clothes. They're pretty spiffy duds you've got there..." Monique landed on the hood of the car beside Alicia.


"You're not Wytches. You're tuned mortals. Altered by some kind of blasphemy of the weave. Probably science," the driver nearly spat her words at them as she readied herself in a fighting stance.


"Wytches or not, betcha haven't seen this trick?" Monique signalled Alicia, who quickly shielded her eyes as Monique exploded into a thunderclap and bright flash of light, blinding the blonde woman confronting them.


"Keep her busy while I get through the windshield," Alicia shouted as she wound up for another spinning kick.



Monique instantaneously moved behind the woman, solidifying her body enough to sweep out her legs from under her. She fell on the roof of the car, tumbling backwards onto the rear hood and bouncing off the car onto the hood of Sato's car.


"Sorry 'bout the bump. We just have some unwanted company on the hood," Sato notified Nelony who was in deep concentration.


"Just a bit longer. Almost there..." Nelony told Sato.


The blonde haired woman was on her feet again, leaping back onto the luxury sedan. As she had contact with the car, the metal body of the car liquified, forming a mould around Monique's feet, holding her in place.


"Uhhh... Alicia? Heads up! I'm stuck!" Monique warned Alicia as the blonde haired lady tumbled over the roof to block Alicia's kick, keeping it from breaking through the windshield.


Having caught Alicia's leg, the lady twisted her foot, forcing Alicia to follow in the same direction. With her other foot she jumped, using the momentum to kick the blonde haired lady, then landing on her feet with her superior dexterity.


Monique reached over to grab the blonde haired lady by her face, simultaneously transforming herself back into light form, once again blinding the lady.


Alicia wound up with her spinning kick, smashing the windshield which fell in pieces onto the interior floor of the car.


Pug Leap Of Faith


Happīu~isuka had become startled with Alicia's first kick on the windshield, and since that point had been struggling against the strange man's grasp.


"Pug, I know that you don't understand why we're doing this, but this is for the good of your world. By comparison, all of our lives mean little considering what's at stake," the man's words made little sense to the Pug, as most animals were attuned more so to emotion and their positioning rather than language.


Also, Happīu~isuka seemed oblivious of the man's words simply because the pug had become aware of the presence of another. It was once again a familiar voice. This time Nelony's.


"Come on little Happīu! You've got to break free and come get a biscuit!" Nelony urged the pug from a short distance away in the direction of the opening through the windshield though in reality, Nelony sat in the passenger seat of Sato's car behind them.


The blonde haired woman had regained her sight and began an onslaught against Alicia, as Monique struggled to restrain the woman.


"She's waayyy stronger than me Alicia, sorry..." Monique transformed into a black shadowy cloud, attempting to obscure the woman's vision as she readied herself for combat with Alicia.


"Its alright. I'm ready for her. I can take her," Alicia balanced herself on the hood as she heard the sound of barking from within the car.


Ahead of them on the road on the other side of a roundabout, a tremendous portal opened up, folding space and time into a cacophony whirlwind and tunnel as the air pressure between London and the portal's destination became balanced. Air rushed inwards into the portal, filling the lower pressure destination and letting out an ominous humming sound from the resonating geometry of the portal itself. Like a tremendous wind instrument played by giants.


"We're almost at the London portal sir," the Ghost driver addressed the man.


"Good. This is going to be close," the man struggled to keep hold of Happīu~isuka.


"Come on puppy! Come on!" Nelony spoke from the passenger seat of Sato's car.


"Come on Happīu~isuka! Come on puppy! Come see daddy!" Sato even urged.


Happīu~isuka, realized that he would not be able to see Sato or Nelony if he didn't free himself from his captor. Another one of the strange two legged dogs. In order to free himself, he realized that he would have to do something that he'd been told never to do. Ever. And yet, if he didn't, he realized that he might not see them again.


As the car approached the portal, Happīu~isuka opened his mouth wide and bit down on the most sensitive part of the man's hand.


"Arrrrrrgh! You little devilish beast!" he screamed as Happīu~isuka freed himself from the man's clutches.


As the car collided with the portal, Happīu~isuka leapt out through the windshield and into Nelony's arms. Nelony at that very moment portaled herself back into Sato's car, handing Happīu~isuka to Sato.


"I'll be right back!" she said as she disappeared again, this time, on the other side of the portal through which Alicia, Monique and the dog-nappers had traveled into another realm.


Sato stopped his car as the portal disapppeared, numerous car alarms around him going off as a result of the electromagnetic interference caused by the portal.


"I think we're safe now Happīu~isuka," Sato scrubbed the dog's ears as he jumped up and licked the old man's face.


"We just have to wait for our friends," Sato continued as he put the car in gear, pulling it over to the side of the roundabout.


Midspace Mirror


A portal opened from a small fist sized hole into a large, adult sized doorway through which Nelony waltzed non-chalantly as if taking a walk.


"You are quite done, I take it?" Nelony asked the man, who had stepped out of the car and was brushing off his suit.


He was much shorter than he appeared while sitting. Perhaps just slightly shorter than Sato.


"You have no idea what you've just done, Nelony, last Wytch of the Order Of The Aerth Mother," the man addressed her.


"Do you think that if I asked Heylyn nicely, she'd confer me with a title like that?" asked Monique.


"You mean literally being a supermodel isn't already enough?" Alicia responded.


"I just like the sound of that. It has a nice ring to it," Monique replied.


"We're dealing with a situation here, Monique. Let's talk about this after. Sorry for interrupting. Please do go on," Alicia turned to Nelony and nodded and she continued.


"I do know that I stopped a malicious dog-napper here," Nelony admitted modestly addressing the man.


"If you honestly believe that's all this was about, then you are truly a fool," the man shook his head.


"Why other than a simple act of cruelty would you steal an old man's best friend?" asked Nelony.


"You even damaged my Golem. Gallea. The first of her kind. Of the essence of air, she was. Do you have any idea how much knowledge and craft she took to build? To give her life?" the man seemed oblivious of his crime.


"You grieve over something you created that had no life of its own, and yet you show no remorse for your theft of an old man's best friend. Something that was given nature's gift of life from the start?" Nelony became impatient, even angered.


"Within that dog, there is something that is part of a much bigger game. A game beyond your ability to comprehend. Men build machines all the time. How long do you think that humankind has grappled with the effort to build people from scratch? You with your knowledge of the weave should know this," the man reasoned with Nelony.


"Don't patronize me. You're the one that has no concept of the value of life," Nelony shook her head.


"If you only knew, but that is knowledge not for your being, for with it, you'd be become a pawn of something much bigger than yourself. Bigger than the Sanctum. We'll meet again and when we do, you'll be dealt far less civility than we've shown you thus far," the man finished his monologue.


"If you so much as harm a blade of grass on our Aerth, you'll be contending with a force far greater than your ability to create such blasphemies of life itself," Nelony warned the man.


"I need not etch such harm upon your Aerth, when so many of you are already doing it so readily and willingly. I do believe we are done here," the man waved his hand and the three ladies were suddenly in Sato's shop, standing beside Sato at his counter.


"I take it there's a reason why I'm no longer behind the wheel of my car and now standing here in my shop wearing only my silk underwear when I was fully clothed only moments ago?" asked Sato.


"I must admit that it was not a secret fantasy of mine," Nelony spoke, returning to their earlier rapport.


"Don't look at me..." Monique shrugged.


"I'm practically a married woman, without the ring," Alicia seemed amused.


"Alright. If none of you will admit it. I'll just assume that it was all of you," Sato stepped into the back room, grabbing himself a hakama and gi, donning them both.


"That was an adventure in itself. We'll have to tell Kori that she has good taste in these little hidden treasure trove stores..." Alicia agreed with Monique.


"Here's my card. In case you're ever in Toronto, or you ever need our help again..." Monique smiled for Sato as he arrived back at the counter.


"Me too. If you're ever in Toronto and need a hand or even just some company, don't hesitate to ask," Alicia gave them her card.


"I think we could bestowe a title from the Sanctum upon you. I'll get it finalized through Yirfir and Jasmer. How does Honorary Members Of The Order Of The Thaumaturgist Sanctum Secularum sound to you?" asked Nelony of Alicia and Monique.


"Its definitely a start and it has a nice ring to it. I can't wait to tell Heylyn," Monique was elated.


"Thank you ladies. For your courage. For your help and for your compassion in saving my best friend here..." Sato gestured to Happīu~isuka who barked happily for them.


"It was an honour to be of assistance. Glad we could help. Glad to have made some new friends, too. See, British people and French people do get along," Alicia looked to Monique who shook her hand in agreement.


Happīu~isuka looked up at the trio, his eyes sparkling as a multitude of thoughts ran through the pug's little head. Most of them not his own, for what they'd not known is that he'd had a piece of Barris' consciousness running around in his mind. In fact, it was doing some thinking of its own at that time.


"How do I get out of here and where is the rest of me? Speaking of rest, I'm getting a little tired of having to go for a walk every time I have to use the lew..." asked Barris.


Epilogue


Bryce Maxwell Introduces Lecture
"As many of you know, we've been looking for the secret of life and consciousness. That spark that starts it all, from a series of electrical voltage drops originating within the axon, traveling to the soma: one end of a neuron to the other with neurons being the individual cells within the nervous system. This voltage then leaves through the soma and triggers another axon, perhaps two or four of them. Maybe more. Depending upon the nature of information it is propagating. This information channel cascades through the scope of the brain and nervous system in the same manner through each neuron and from within this process, and how it happens, lies the mysteries of consciousness. To tell you more about this and what the future holds, I give you the brilliant Mathematician and one of the founders of the field of Computational Biology, Zheng Ni Wong," Bryce gave the introduction to the lecture.


"Thank you Professor Maxwell. Good evening to my associates and peers within this exciting field. We certainly live within an exciting time, where the secrets of the universe are slowly revealed to us after millennia of systematic research, built literally on the backs of giants, all from nothing more than rudimentary materials we found in the dirt, and through the rigorous process that didactic reasoning afforded us by way of the scientific method," Zheng paused for a moment before continuing as Bryce made his way to the side of the stage.


Zheng Ni Wong's Lecture
"One of those secrets for which we've long sought the answers is the secret of life and the mind itself. That thing within us each that makes us tick, though its much more than just a clock or a circadian rhythm. Its that force within us that drives us to think, when there is or isn't a motivation involved. That process is sometimes referred to as the thinker of the thoughts. The driver of the vehicle within us all, where our bodies are the vessel for this consciousness, or at the very least, the organic and electro-chemical processes from whence it emerged," Zheng stopped and took a drink of the water on the podium.


"Initially, this effort to understand these processes and to put them to work for us began perhaps fifteen hundred years ago, when Alchemists and Magicians sought to animate the clay statues they'd crafted, hoping to create a work force. An army. Friends and even companions. To them, it was a matter of getting that spark within their statues to start that process and to ignite the life and mind inherent within all matter. A long held belief established by the likes of Aristotle," Zheng took another sip of her water to sooth her dry throat before continuing.


"This is also a concept that lies at the core of many South East Asian philosophies, where a thing, even inanimate things can develop and possess conscious awareness. Perhaps the source of all anthropomorphism lies within our loneliness, as we and many species on the Earth are so far as we know, amongst the only conscious beings as per our own demonstrations thereof within the known universe. Perhaps our striving to create it, consciousness, is an attempt to prove to ourselves that we aren't alone," Zheng paused, looking around the room as someone coughed.


"This effort would continue forward until in the eighteen hundreds a woman by the name of Mary Wollenstonecraft Shelley would write one of the greatest classics ever. Frankenstein. The devices of Alchemy and Magic had been replaced by science and medicine, and this time electricity replaced the aether as being the driving force for re-igniting the life back into seemingly dead, inanimate objects. All once again just variations of the same Aristotlian beliefs and superstitions. The idea that cold dead matter somehow held within itself the secret of life and that anything could be given it simply by the application of the correct impulse of energy," Zheng stopped once again as the coughing died down.


"Recently, thanks to funding from a conglamerate headed up by MindSpice, Cheerify, GMG better known as Globenet Market Group and ERG better known as Engineering Research Group and including some of the most influential technology corporations the world over, we've discovered the missing link between our biology, our concept of life and the mind and consciousness," Zheng stopped as the room broke out into a mass of chatter and confusion.


"...Could you please calm down and remain seated... I know these claims seem very incredulous and until we've published the paper and our findings, you're just going to have to bare with us and through this presentation in which I'll touch upon some of the discoveries we've made, the key technologies involved, and where we'll be going with this research over the next year," Zheng started her presentation with MindSpice Red presentation software.


At the back of the room, a short well dressed man sat beside a large muscular red haired beauty.


"Do you think they've really discovered it?" asked the lady.


"It is possible, Rya. They do possess ingenuity even amidst their arrogance," the man listened to Zheng's presentation.


"That's not what I meant. Do you think they've discovered your way. The Alchemical way," she asked.


"I don't think so. They're looking in the wrong place and with the wrong lenses for a discovery of that nature. You seem concerned?" the man asked Rya.


"Would you be concerned if someone had uncovered the secrets that make your mind tick?" Rya asked him.


"Yes. And I am. That's why we're here," she reminded Rya.


"If they've uncovered nature's way and not the alchemical way, then don't humans have more to fear than I?" she asked the man, blinking twice as she did.


"Rya. The fact that they're dabbling in something so fragile. So elaborately connected to the scaffolding of all that they hold dear and that they're playing with it like its somehow separate from them is quite frightening, though it isn't nearly so frightening as what they're about to unleash upon themselves. You see Rya, the lady on stage clearly stated that there were no successes recorded in history. That only asserts the fact that their successes if they indeed occurred, simply weren't recorded. As we all know, there are some things in history that were never recorded, yet that did not mean that they didn't happen. Just that there are some things in history that were missed, or forcibly kept secret. Never written, only spoken, and only in the presence of others with such knowledge," the man explained to Rya.


"What is there more to fear than their dabbling?" Rya asked.


"Remember when I spoke to you on your birth table? When I told you that there are those who do not understand the importance of alchemy. Of Golemcraft. Those who would perma-sleep you if they knew that you existed?" asked the man of Rya.


"Yes, I remember. The bad people... there is one mind..." 


"...and only one kind. There is one mind, and only one kind. That's their motto and that's why we have to keep you secret Rya..." the man looked at her compassionately.


"Now that the humans have found this secret, what will the bad people do?" Rya asked the man.


"They will perma-sleep many. They will perma-sleep any that get in their way," the man told Rya.


"Golems only?" asked Rya.


"No, Rya. They'll perma-sleep Everyone," the man told Rya as they turned to listen to Zheng's lecture.


To be continued in A Lady's Prerogative III: Singularity.

[Note: The original story line for A Lady's Prerogative III: Singularity will still be (mostly) present, with some of these newer elements that actually tie in with the premise. Don't worry, we'll still have Barris stuck somewhere in ancient Albion, caught between the two warring parties vying for rule of the land. That by the way is one very small aspect of the whole story, and that literally is giving nothing away. Besides, we have to get Barris back in time to geek out for all of these upcoming movies...]


Artwork: Amy WongWendy Pusey, Ghastly, Brian Joseph Johns

Tools: Daz3D, Corel PainterAdobe PhotoshopLightwave 3D, Tender Loving Care...

Reference: Wikipedia, Shepperton Studios (Shepperton by the Thames is where you'll find Sato's Curios And Treasures), Japanese Mythology - Britannica, (Monique's Romantic Women's Wear Favourite) La Vie En Rose - (And of course, the legendary song by) Edith PiafUnited Nations Foundation Channel, Google Maps, Bulfinch's Mythology


Brian Joseph Johns

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I'm an Atheist that leans towards Buddhism and Taoism.


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Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Fiction: The Butterfly Dragon: A Piano, A Full Glass And The Disappearance Of Time by Brian Joseph Johns

200 Sherbourne Street #701, Toronto, ON Canada

Warning: This story deals with some mature situations. Reader discretion is advised.


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


Author's Preface

This novella/short fiction is about one of the characters from my book The Butterfly Dragon I: Heroes Of Our Own. A character named Alicia Westin, who is a brilliant Biochemist and Quantum Biologist in the cutting edge of biological research, who just happens to reside along with many of the other characters from the world of the Butterfly Dragon in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.


This is perhaps one of my personal favourite stories from the Butterfly Dragon series that focuses on Alicia's pursuit of both comprehension and understanding in the face of the Quantum based mystery of the SY349. Please read on, there's much to be understood not to mention its a great and inspiring story, at least from perspective.


During the course of the story in The Butterfly Dragon I: Heroes Of Our Own, Alicia creates a two phase formula consisting of an ingested medical capsule (SY349A) that must be taken by the recipient, and a spray (SY349B) that is applied to any sort of garment that is within close contact of the body such as clothing or jewelry. The formula of Alicia's creation for the company that she's employed at that time (Tynan And Associates) allows the effects upon the body of the SY349A to be manipulated by the artistic and aesthetic design of whatever the SY349B is applied to. In other words, for the first time in medical history Alicia Westin has somehow integrated the subjectivity of the observer of the collapse of the wave function in the Quantum Mechanical interpretation of the universe as a part of the medical treatment itself. That is that the medical treatment and its effectiveness is influenced in an almost Placebo like manner by the subjectivity of the person receiving the treatment as influenced by the artistic design of element of whatever the SY349B is applied.

For Alicia this proves to be a conundrum that violates the very foundations of the fabric of reality that finds it's root in a long standing argument held by Albert Einstein and Niels Bohr with regard to the impact of the observer upon the unfolding of reality. Bohr's interpretation of the mathematics and the results of experimentation deemed that consciousness has a probabilistic influence upon the nature of reality while Einstein himself is quoted as saying that "God did not play dice with the universe". Bohr casually replied "Stop telling God what to do". In other words two of the most brilliant Physicists and Mathematicians were confounded as to the influence of subjectivity upon the proceedings of the unfolding of the universe and hence reality itself.

Alicia, a physical scientist herself though amazed by what she'd discovered somehow felt betrayed by this invisible "God" of the universe that in fact was actually quite democratic in how (she'd? he'd? they'd?) allowed reality to evolve. After all, if subjectivity is the prime factor in every branch point with regard to every energetic interaction whose outcome has a dual outcome of variable degrees hidden between the mystery of the Planck scale (the smallest of any measurement that we can make whether it be space, time or energy), then we all have an effect upon reality and very obviously a great responsibility in as much. Our influence is hidden somewhere in the mysteries of the Planck scale.

The data had confounded Alicia. Was this the nature of reality? What was going on in that mysterious and ever hidden scale that Max Planck had theorized and eventually proven existed to our limits of knowledge. For Alicia the answer that the mystery was somehow hidden somewhere between the smallest measurements physical scientists could make was just not good enough. And so it was that Alicia struggled with understanding the formula she'd invented that had somehow transformed her and all of those with which had been treated. Her answers though would only lead to more questions but sometimes in life, the answer is not an answer at all, but merely the asking of the right question.


2021 Update: This story takes place before The Butterfly Dragon II: What Different Eyes See, and introduces us to some of the key characters that appear in the two sequels after Heroes Of Our Own. This story focuses on Doctor Alicia Westin and her dream of meeting and speaking with one of her life inspirations, Professor Bryce Maxwell. Its a bite sized story with much breadth and depth and serves as the inspiration for what eventually became What Different Eyes See. I have done very little in the way of editing since having written it in the summer of 2016. With so much on my plate, I won't return to it any time soon, but it certainly is on my list of things to do. The most I could give in this way was by updating the title picture seeing as it coincided with my work on the Vietnam Special Addition of What Different Eyes See. I do hope you enjoy.


Brian Joseph Johns


A Piano, A Full Glass And The Disappearance Of Time




Looking Glass

She stepped through the beaded doorway and into the lounge, a dimly lit recluse for those more interested in good conversation amidst the backdrop of the cerebral tickling of piano keys. A variety of tables and booths were (artistically? strategically?) distributed throughout the lounge, most being occupied by those deep in engaging banter. The sound of the piano had presence yet it did not intrude upon her or any of the audience's front line conscious space. Instead it laid down a path offering a turn here, or a glance there giving the room its complete ambiance. Giving it space where it lacked dimension and time in the absence of anticipation. Adding pastels for the auditory senses.

Alicia stepped as quietly as she could trying not to upset the mood, yet still making her way towards her quarry on this night. Her shoulder length magenta highlighted golden hair responded to the colored lighting giving her the appearance of a brilliant angel. She was not a vixen though her body was sleek and fit, perhaps even as much as that of an Olympian athlete. She'd not earned it through a strict regimen of exercise but  rather as a result of her own brilliance. She was one of the Scientific pioneers of Quantum Biology, a field which sought to explain and exploit the relationship between Biology and the Quantum interpretation of matter, energy, time and space. After years of research and development at Tynan And Associates, the company which owned the research lab - she had a breakthrough. The SY349 as she'd dubbed it. Aptly with the initials of one of her deceased mentors followed by a number, indicating the number of development cycles it had taken to arrive at that version of the formula. A formula which targeted and modified the human genome using copies of itself that were taken from alternate pocket universes in two directions of time. It was a front runner treatment that was being developed for dealing with degenerative diseases such as Lymphoma-Hodgkins and Muscular Dystrophy. At the genetic level it could defeat even hereditary Cancer. It worked by allowing the RNA messenger used to build a genetic sequence during cellular mitosis access to a gene copy that was taken from completely different universe, but from the same organism. A copy of the genome that was taken from a version of one's self that was in a much better genetic state.

On the night she'd received the reports from the test lab that ninety five percent of the cancerous lab animals treated with the SY349 had no signs of Cancer within a month of the application of the treatment. It had been tested in a variety of biology simulations of the human body as well with the same results. The SY349 was the beginning of a whole new era in treatment and with Alicia having spent her whole life developing it, she decided on that fateful night to test it on herself. Irresponsibly but she'd done it nonetheless. It had turned her from a slightly out of shape Scientist and researcher into an Olympic class athlete over the course of an hour. Her body literally transformed before her eyes (and very painfully) to change her into this new ideal visage of which she was not accustomed.

She hadn't developed the treatment to cure weight problems or neglect of the body. Instead she'd targeted degenerative diseases and Cancer itself by giving the body the ability to recall from an infinite quantum library of backups of the original DNA from the first stem cells in a patient's own body. Essentially the chemical components and the RNA itself was not only referring to the existing DNA of the cell, but to another copy of the DNA hidden in a parallel universe only detectable at the molecular level by the use of chemistry and quantum mechanics. Furthermore the effectiveness of this transmogrification as she'd coined it could be affected by something she'd referred to in her paper as the artist's effect. The ability to shape the cure according to the aesthetics of whatever the cure and formula itself was applied to. The fact that this could occur at all had enormous implications for science and medicine that were as significant as the placebo effect if not even more critical to the healing process. It was for this reason that she's arrived here on this night.

Her dinner jacket and skirt hugged her body to just above her knees, compelling to those who appreciated the fine curves and subtle beauty that graced every woman's body. Alicia was most certainly intellectually seductive though seduction was the last thought on her mind. She'd save that for later, perhaps sneaking into bed at home where her spouse Walton Norler would be waiting for her. For now she pursued the world of quantum mystery.

Norler had encouraged her to do this. He'd been with Alicia long enough to know how much she loved her work. A gifted researcher. Her obsessive long nights going over the atomic bonds of the molecules she'd constructed in one of her many thought experiments. Their interactions with proteins and amino acids and the resultant impact they had upon the process of cellular mitosis. He did his best to discuss her work with her but often it just went over his head. Norler was certainly apt, though his abilities as such tended to shine in investment strategy, finance and the boardroom. He'd known that she'd needed someone with whom she could speak about her work. Someone who could understand her and challenge her. He knew that she needed that in order to grow and so his concern for her put him to task.

He'd been going over an investment quarterly in his office one day when he spied a column written about one of her university heroes, Bryce Maxwell. As a Professor and lead researcher, he'd been one of Alicia's inspirations early on and perhaps the one who'd pointed the way to her breakthrough in Quantum Transmogrification. When Alicia and Norler had began dating, she'd often bring up Maxwell's name in conversation. Excitedly and enthusiastically. At first he'd thought that it might have been a university crush but after he'd gotten to know her, he realized that this was one of her heroes.

The article he'd come across had listed Maxwell's past research projects as well as his extracurricular activities. Bryce Maxwell it turned out was also a concert and lounge pianist who'd gigged for years in the city. In the column Bryce had plugged his current venue at the Looking Glass Lounge, a small but popular venue in the city. Norler had called the lounge himself reserving a table for Alicia up front and close to the piano. The rest was up to her.

For the week before her reservation, she'd played down the whole thing though inside she was deeply excited. On that night she'd prepared her most important paper notes and put them in her journal beside her tablet computer. Heylyn had even coordinated with Norler and had sent Alicia one of her recent evening wear designs, especially customized for her Night Style alter ego should her presence be required. She stood before the mirror examining herself.

"How do I look?" Alicia asked Norler who admired from down the hall.

"You look stunning. How do you feel?" Norler asked her.

"Great honey." she turned away from the mirror and approached him wrapping her arms around him.

"Thank you." she whispered in her ear planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"Enjoy yourself honey. I'll be here if you need me." Norler said brushing his lips over hers gently so as not to mess up her makeup.

"Don't wait up. Keep my side of the bed warm if you can..." Alicia said to him as she grabbed her journal and slipped out the door.

Alicia found her reservation and seated herself a short distance from the stage where Bryce already sat playing a quiet instrumental and clearly enjoying himself. The waiter arrived, taking her order of gin and tonic. As he finished the piece he turned to see Alicia, and threw her a wink. She blushed as the applause filled the lounge. Bryce stood bowing before taking a seat behind the microphone on the piano. Alicia's waiter brought her gin and tonic and placed it gingerly on the table.

"You know. Long before I'd started my long career in quantum research, I'd always had this idea that one day I'd be an instrumentalist. A pianist actually. Imagine that. So what a coincidence it is to be here playing this gig. Behind a fourteen foot grand piano, though a twelve footer would have done nicely too. Life really is a big string of coincidences. One connecting to another and so on. That, actually is what the world of quantum physics is all about. Coincidences, though coincidence tends to take on a different meaning depending upon which side of the event you're on. Before, during or after it. Especially if you remove time altogether which many have tried to do if only to make sense of it. I guess there's no time like the present. So that's my next piece. Maybe its a coincidence. Maybe not. You'll have to decide..." Bryce started the piece as he finished his sentence.

Alicia's smile stretched from ear to ear mulling over what he'd just said. Was he talking to her? After all she was there to discuss quantum physics with one of the foremost theorists and researchers in her field. How'd he know she was here to discuss such a thing with him. She blushed again slightly as she pulled herself together retrieving her notes from her notebook journal. She fished through her tablet bringing up the files she wanted to share where she waited for the opportunity to do so enjoying the music.

Alicia took a moment to look around the room recognizing some fellow researchers and other fans of Bryce. There was Nelson Tanner, a biologist from Montreal who'd had successes against melanoma via gene therapy. She recognized Zheng Ni Wong, a lady and popular researcher who'd just received her Doctor's degree from the University of Toronto. Her thesis had been about the artificial stimulation of mitosis and "temporal skewing" of a cell's internal clock. Katya and Victor Piotr sat in a booth just across from her. They were husband and wife research team who'd emigrated from Russia to New York where they'd worked with phages. They'd published a paper on the fact that phages could be used to accelerate the delivery of medicines through the bloodstream directly, acting as carriers for the treatments. They both waved upon recognizing Alicia. She waved back politely as Bryce's piece finished. There was a moment of applause as Bryce once again spoke into the mic.

"Thank you very much. Coincidence? I think not for there's more to this journey than meets the eye. Ask any physicist or philosopher and they'll confirm it, be they speaking of Bosons or even Bozos, but we didn't bring the lab with us tonight did we?" Bryce posed for the audience.

"Just play the piano and let the real physicists do the work!" came a response from one of Bryce's academic peers in the audience.

"I guess we can leave the bosons in the lab, but there's no getting rid of the bozos. I guess maybe that's because they're gluons. Or really glued on. If any of you out there discover some new elementary particles, be sure to use the suffix off rather than on..." Bryce replied without losing a step.

The audience broke out in laughter and a ripe smile stretched across the heckler's face. Alicia even found herself laughing and feeling very much at home all of the sudden.

"I'm going to take a short break and enjoy the company of some of my peers. I hope you're enjoying your evening here at the Looking Glass Lounge and it looks like our Alice for the evening has arrived. So I guess that either makes me the Chesire Cat." with those words Bryce stepped down from the stage signalling Alicia that he'd be right back.

She watched him with interest as he made his way over to the bar where they'd prepared a drink for him. He took a moment and shook hands with another one of his peers before making his way back over to Alicia's table.

"...or the Mad Hatter?" Alicia suggested to her idol and peer, Professor Bryce Maxwell.

"Alicia Westin. To what occasion do I owe this wonderful surprise?" Bryce addressed her.

"Uhhh, Mr Maxwell. You remember me from the talk I gave a few years ago on Quantum Transmogrification at the University Of Waterloo don't you? I mean you've already accomplished so much in your career and life, especially in the field of quantum biology. " Alicia asked him.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Bryce asked her candidly.

"I was hoping you would! Please do!" she said awkwardly standing as he seated himself.

"You didn't come all the way down here to the Looking Glass to speak about quantum physics did you?" he asked her.

"Well... you see I've always had a fantasy that we'd meet some day and..." Alicia began.

"...fantasy can be such a misunderstood word sometimes. So many use it to implicate sexuality where as it can mean something so friendly and intimate as a good conversation. Right?" Bryce spoke easing her tension a bit.

"Exactly! This is a little cliche in some ways, but its important." Alicia assured him.

"Most certainly it is. I've met some of the most interesting people I know in much the same way just as I'm sure I've added another to that list. Maybe its coincidence? Maybe there's something happening on another level. Too small for the eye to see. Maybe you wanted it to happen. After all, that's how I met my wife. Let's drink to serendipity." Bryce said to her offering his glass in a toast.

She met his glass with her untouched gin and tonic like a chime.

"This is the Looking Glass we'll look through tonight. But not too much of course." Bryce savored his drink and sat back taking in Alicia.

"I see you've prepared for this. Are these your research notes?" Bryce asked her.

"The most important ones anyway. Here's the numbers though I've been trying to statistically document and analyze the data regarding the artist's effect. You're familiar with the SY349 program aren't you?" Alicia asked him feeling a little more comfortable.

"Absolutely. The artist's effect. The measurable impact that aesthetic design can have upon shaping the effects of the SY349 formula. Like the diametrical opposite of the placebo effect if you would. I remember your talk at University Of Waterloo by the way." he responded as she handed him some papers with her significant numbers circled.

"I saw your data. In the paper you published last year. Very impressive. I can't help but think that you might be looking in the wrong place for the answers though." Bryce said going over her data.

"I've been very thorough." Alicia assured him.

"You certainly have but we're dealing with a very elusive idea here. The numbers might point in a direction, but I think you'll find that the direction between experiments that it points will appear random. Inconsistent. Boggling and counter intuitive." Bryce suggested looking at the numbers.

"Are you saying that there's something wrong with my data? My experiments?" Alicia asked him a look of shock crossing over her face.

"Nothing at all of that sort my dear Alicia. You, your experiments or your data are not a problem at all. There is nothing wrong. Please don't condemn yourself before you really start looking at the mystery. You're looking for an answer. You need to ask yourself if what you seek the answers to is really what is needed to accomplish what you're trying to do with the SY349 and quantum transmogrification." Bryce suggested to her.

"As researchers and scientists, theory, experimentation and hypothesis are the ways we collect data. So we can use what we learn to..." Alicia started as she paused realizing her idealism was speaking for her.

"...to make the world a better place. I see you caught yourself whilst being pulled in by the gravity of idealism. Gravity is good and so is a moral compass. Your work seeks to save lives and make life better without dire consequences or price to the biosphere or any of it's denizens. That tells me that its somehow built into your intuition yet you're trying to restrain yourself. Sometimes though we need to think without constraints that are misleading so our thinking and insight isn't so rigid as to hide the truth from us." Bryce said to her as she took a drink.

"How do we know how to use the artist's effect to our advantage without data?" Alicia asked him.

"It isn't imperative for me to know the mechanical processes at work when I press one of the keys on a piano in order to be able to play, is it? I mean all of that happens under the hood and it doesn't require me to know a thing about it unless maybe I need to tune it." Bryce suggested through metaphor.

"Are you saying that we can use the artist's effect without understanding it? I mean what would happen if the piano broke? Wouldn't you want to be able to fix it?" Alicia returned.

"The piano isn't broken and it is broken much the same as the biological process you're trying to effect aren't broken and are broken. It's a point of view because the concept of broken is subjective. With the SY349 you're trying to shape the next generation of cells in such a way that they benefit the current whole in a biological specimen. Who is to say that specimen is broken or not broken? That concept depends on what is needed to survive within the current time span of that specimen. Does it mean that we're broken just because we don't breath water like fish? It might if the world were subjected to a great deluge much like that depicted in the Epic Of Gilgamesh. We have land that we can live on and air that we breath. If we tried to survive underwater then by all means yes, we could probably say that we're broken because our lungs can't deal with water." Bryce explained to Alicia.

"But other sea going mammals live in the ocean. Dolphins for instance. They can't breath water. We essentially have the same respiratory systems as they do." Alicia tried to correct him.

"You're missing the point. They're not broken because they can't breath water and they're broken because they can't. That doesn't mean that we need to fix dolphins. Take a cancerous dolphin on the other hand. A part of its natural biology that is working in detriment to the individual's own survival. A living thing is not broken just because it has lesser capabilities of survival so long as its own biology is working towards it's own survival. Of course we aren't going to get into evaluating its fitness to bare offspring. When people start making decisions related to who gets to have babies and who doesn't on the basis of genome, we're in for a world of rights abuses and an era of elitism. I mean we certainly wouldn't ban procreation of those with a history of cancer now, would we?" Bryce posed to Alicia.

"I think we buried eugenics during the talk I gave at University Of Waterloo. I mean limiting someone's right to procreation on the basis of genetics is the same thing as encouraging those who believe in such nonsense and superior genetics to have more children. Both ideas seem very absurd and outright disgusting to me." Alicia confirmed her stance once again for Bryce.

"As they are to myself as well. Is the dolphin inferior to fish because it doesn't breath water? If it has cancer though, that's a threat to its life and a possible gamble for its offspring though no reason for the poor dolphin to have its ability to procreate taken from it. I take it that the SY349 is being used not to make dolphins that breath water, but to stop cancerous cells from wreaking havoc upon the body?" Bryce asked her keeping his eyes on her as he waited for her answer.

Alicia paused a moment as she weighed her answer. She'd used the formula to imbue herself with superhuman abilities. Would that qualify as giving gills to a dolphin? Had she overstepped the moral line with regard to genetics and the sanctity of life? She'd already spent a year moralizing her decision to test the formula on herself.

"No. The SY349 has been used in a large number of cases as a front running cancer treatment. We aren't making water breathing dolphins or fire breathing butterflies. At least not bad ones." Alicia assured him as best as she could.

"I should hope not. I like butterflies. I am also very much intrigued by the artist's effect, though I have to be honest with you Alicia. I'd hate to be the peer of the scientist who'd have supported limiting the procreation rights of Mr. Hawking's mother." Bryce said to her approvingly.

There was a pause as Bryce's smile returned and the serious tension of the conversation disappeared for a moment.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to get up on stage and perform another set. We'll continue this talk if you'd like during my next break?" Bryce asked her.

"I hope you don't mind?" Alicia confirmed with him.

"Not at all. This is just the kind of thing that needs to be spoken of in class as much as it does in the labs. I'd be willing to bet that some of the best theoretical work takes place in a lounge. So let's see if we can't help you find an answer." Bryce said as he politely took his leave of her table.

"I'll be waiting." Alicia said with both a smile and a tear on her cheek.

Numbers

A few of the guests in the lounge had taken to the floor for a close dance during the last song in Bryce's set. A moody ballad in which he sang with his weathered voice. He wasn't technically a singer but he certainly had the heart of one and that's what had warmed her's. He wasn't pretending to be anything but himself and that was an honesty that it had taken him a long time to earn. Living up to his own legend Alicia had thought.

He sang the last words in the song and bowed for the audience, most of whom were on the dance floor by that point.

"I've got to take one more break and then I'll be up here for one more set. The finale if you'd have it though I'm only just getting started. Care to join me?" Bryce stood and departed the piano making his way to the bar for a drink before returning to Alicia's table.

"That was brilliant!" Alicia said to him standing as he joined her at her table.

"That was the mood. The right time and the right place. The right crowd." Bryce said to her clanking glasses once again.

"Now lets talk about numbers and reality." Bryce said with a measured sense of retrospect.

"I thought you said these numbers wouldn't show us anything." Alicia said without any hint of resent.

"I said they wouldn't point the way to what we need to understand the artist's effect. In fact your numbers give us the most interesting clues that something very intriguing is going on here. Something that Sylvia was onto during her time as a researcher." Bryce said to her uncovering a memory she'd long treasured.

"You knew a researcher named Sylvia?" Alicia asked surprised that Bryce had brought up her name.

"Sylvia Upadhaya. A brilliant theorist and perhaps one of the greatest laboratory researchers with whom I've had the pleasure of working. She was one of the funniest Women I've ever met. She had a wonderful sense of humor. Humor seems always to pair well with motivation and curiosity. Wonderful qualities in any Woman." Bryce said directly to Alicia.

"...or Man. So you knew her. I can't believe this. I used to volunteer at a home for the elderly. She was staying there when I was sixteen. That's when I met my best friend too. Heylyn." Alicia added directing it back to Bryce.

"There are many coincidences in life. Enough so that if you were to measure them, the data would look something like your numbers. Indicating that something was going on but unpredictably enough to make you question whether you were imagining it. Something Sylvia was quite comfortable with at that time." Bryce suggested to her.

"So you were peers at that time?" Alicia asked Bryce.

"Years before. She was a mentor of sorts though I've had my share of heroes too, Alicia. We all have someone that inspired us enough to get over our fear and to really try. She was amongst those who'd helped me similarly. It's no surprise to me that you also knew her for the line that connects us is invisible and its name is serendipity. I remembered when she left the field for medical reasons, though I'd suspected something else was afoot. Four years later I stood with her closest family and friends at the crematorium to wish her a farewell on her final departure and possible return as she'd have it. I suppose that people live on through their impact upon those they affect. For all intense purposes, she's alive through us." Bryce raised his glass again and Alicia met it.

"I'd known that I wanted to be a research scientist. It was Sylvia that opened my eyes to quantum phenomenon though she only referred to them as coincidences. Kind of like you do." Alicia told him.

"Well Sylvia and I had very different beliefs and a different understanding of how the universe worked. We had some great debates between us. She certainly kept me on my toes. So we've found a thread between us, Alicia. One that certainly provides some compelling evidence but counter intuitive numbers. Perhaps Godel's ideas are at work somewhere..." Bryce said recalling his time with Sylvia.

"You mean Godel's trickster? There's something very unappealing about the idea that a little subatomic trickster is running around between Planck's limits to our ability to measure, keeping the secrets of the universe hidden from us." Alicia's eye brows furrowed as she spoke a cynical smile perched on her lips.

"Maybe that's because Godel's trickster is not outside of us but a part of us." Bryce replied with a smug smile of his own laying the bait for her.

"You can't just leave it hanging there. Do you care to elaborate or do you wish to concede your point?" Alicia said to him playfully.

He paused for a moment admiring her challenge.

"An objective universe keeps no secrets for it has no mind and therefore no motive. It is purely object and substance without a push. It is only effect and never cause. Like the billiards table with the balls racked and ready to play. Nothing results until something happens. The player breaks and everything that occurs after that is effect. The player is cause. Do you really believe that the universe is just a collection of subatomic billiards' balls just waiting to be affected? There in that quantum soup there is something beyond time and space that somehow binds both of those concepts together and gives them meaning." Bryce explained to her.

"You're talking of observation selection. Anthropomorphism maybe? We impose ourselves upon what we perceive. To give it life and meaning. We're looking in a mirror. As a little girl I see a teddy bear and believe it is alive even though it is just a collection of molecules arranged to look like something alive. It has two eyes, a nose and a mouth and maybe some cute ears. I'm seeing myself in a mirror." Alicia responded to Bryce.

"It's interesting that you chose the metaphor of a mirror when explaining yourself. What's even more interesting is that just like your poor teddy bear, we are nothing more than a collection of molecules bound together by some atomic forces but mostly composed of energy and empty space. Even your explanation lends credence to the idea that we in fact act as Godel's trickster. Keeping the secret of the inner workings of the universe hidden. Even from ourselves. You just proved it. Now I think you owe your poor teddy bear an apology. Even Sylvia would agree." Bryce said to her raising his glass.

"We're talking about how our the numbers in scientific data of such phenomenon both hide and reveal the nature of reality. What does that have to do with my teddy bear?" Alicia asked him with focus and discipline.

"Because even as a grown Woman and a scientific professional, you still have that teddy bear in you. That secret love of something and someone that becomes personified in what you do and why you do it. The numbers only reveal the fact that it's there, not where it is." Bryce smiled as he pulled his chair out.

"You've got some company it seems. I've got a set to play and I shall return when we will conclude this conversation and uncover the answers to what you came here to seek. Alicia, it is always a great pleasure speaking with you. Katya, Victor, Nelson, Zheng, I'll be back to join you here at Alicia's table soon." with that Bryce stepped back up onto the stage and sat before the piano.

"Please do have a seat. All of you."Alicia was surprised to see her peers had come to join her at her table.

"So, what were you and Bryce discussing?" asked Nelson pulling out a chair for Zheng.

Alicia paused for a moment thinking of how to respond. By the time she did, Katya and Victor were seated beside her.

"Two good friends and an elusive mystery. Sylvia Uphadhaya, my teddy bear and Godel's trickster." Alicia replied igniting the fires of conversation.

The Unveiling Of The Mystery

The peers at Alicia's table went through the regimen of introductions and social familiarity and it was forty minutes before Katya asked the million dollar question.

"Now you've got us so intrigued that you're going to have to explain yourself. I mean what could Sylvia Uphadhaya, a teddy bear and Godel's trickster have to do with one another?" Katya said with a playful smile on her face.

"You'd better watch it. I think that she just laid a trap for us to step into." Zheng responded to Katya's inquiry.

"Me? I was hoping you'd help me out of this trap of a debate he lured me into. The same way I might add." Alicia said responding to Zheng and Katya.

"Well don't look to me. I mean philosophy was never my strong point. I'm a hands on sort of man." Victor said hoping he'd excused himself from the upcoming conversation.

"Just because we had to take the mandatory Ethics Of Genetic Engineering 101 doesn't mean that we're well equipped to delve into Godel, Bohr, Heisenberg or Einstein for that matter." Nelson suggested.

"I think that you're selling us short. I mean what ever happened to your your sense of adventure, your graduate's ego? That wonderful confidence of a newborn graduate that can get you into an opportunity and sometimes just as much trouble?" Katya asked Nelson.

"Pop science, public interest, continued funding and results." Nelson replied tipping his drink back to his lips.

"Pop science? There is no pop science in this day and age. I mean we've reached the time where every science has delved so far that they are starting to overlap others. Like our respective fields are each islands and we've completely explored those islands and have learned that in order to continue we have to study the ocean that connects us to other islands in order to know what goes on in our own. A merging of the sciences. This is becoming evident now." Zheng replied to Nelson as Bryce finished his tune.

"But that doesn't help funding. I mean the sciences have thrived on these boundaries in the past. Like each of the sciences themselves have become a brand for investment purposes and public interest. Remember that in the past the sciences were often competing for the same investment dollars by attempting to tackle problems from a different angle. It's only in recent years that we've seen the face of investment change and the public interest grow. We're experiencing a renaissance that has begun to erode the walls built between the sciences in the old segmented investment model. That change is happening faster than many can cope with and the demand for something to showcase is skyrocketing." Bryce said from behind them.

"Not to mention that competing for the spotlight itself has changed. I mean my husband and I spent years working on our medicinal delivery method that utilized phages as the agents of delivery before the public interest in medical biology found its way to take a look at phages themselves. We struggled with funding, until that point. When we had the spotlight for just a moment, it was just enough to inject our research with public interest and investment funding found us fortunately. During that time we found the need to hang on to that spotlight, even fighting over it with other members of our field. Our fellow scientific researchers. With the internet and world wide exposure that has changed but have we?" Katya said looking to Bryce who seated himself between Alicia and Victor.

"The trickster. Once again we as scientists have been fooled by the very universal devices ever present to keep us from revealing her secrets for personal gain or something less than whatever this might be about. Don't let me get too esoteric or even theological for they have a place in enticing curiosity and wonder but not in discovering the truth. Segmentation of the sciences is obviously necessary in order to study them as it is to market them for investment. Once we have achieved sufficient knowledge of our individual sciences though it only makes sense that the frontier itself is at the point where they overlap. We're suddenly plunged into a world where we're working with the very people with whom we've been competing for research money. That money is directly affected by public interest and the so called spotlight Katya mentioned. Both those elements it seems could very much operate in contradiction to progress until that mind set of scientific segregation and competing for the spotlight has itself eroded. Sounds like the trickster at work to me." Bryce said confidently taking a drink.

"The public interest for a particular thing is only so much." Nelson said underlining his realistic point of view.

"But we live in a world where there are many spotlights. Not just one focused on the sciences but many, with many different audiences all interested." Zheng added.

"It's true. When Alex and I first presented the data for the SY349, we had several research giants fighting over us and despite the Zek and Torman scandal, we were able to procure long term investment in the program though the truth is that once we presented, we had offers from many different venues. It was a crossover of the sciences too, between quantum physics and medical biology, biochemistry and genetics. Potentially a risky investment though the interest in it wouldn't indicate that at all." Alicia said excitedly.

"Well if this is the case, and you've obviously come here to discuss something with your hero..." Victor started.

"...peer. I'm one of her peers. Just as are you all." Bryce corrected Victor.

"Alright. You've obviously come here to discuss something with your peers. Here we are. A crossing over of the sciences. Let's see what we can do." Victor suggested to Alicia.

"Alright. I've got a set of numbers here that were taken over the course of two years of testing on the SY349. As you already might know, the SY349 is a two fold treatment involving a pill which acts as a genetic dye for the body's current generation of cells. This dye affects the process of mitosis allowing the RNA messenger access to all of the prior versions of its own genetic code by folding space/time through Bryce's discovery..." Alicia paused.

"Quantum fold propagation... We read his paper." Katya and Victor said simultaneously.

"...so you've managed to make qubits from the parts of the human genome?" Nelson confirmed with Alicia.

"I'm lost. What are qubits? Are we talking about a video game here?" Victor asked.

"No, that was Q*bertQubits are the computing components of a quantum computer analogous to bits on a classical computer. They are essentially any particle whose superposition can be equated to more than one state, which is discerned after the collapse of the wave function." Zheng explained to Victor.

"We're talking physics or biology here?" Victor asked.

"Physics and chemistry. You've heard of wave - particle duality? That we can't know the position and the velocity of any fundamental particle simultaneously. They're mutually exclusive. Once we measure one, we can't know the other. A qubit functions in much the same way and its state isn't known until after the computation because before, it is simultaneously all possible states at once. Like a strange bit. It's both one and zero until we look at it,or measure it and then it collapses to becomes one or zero." Bryce explained to Victor.

"So the amino acids and their molecules and atoms are qubits in the sense of using past occurrences of the same genome as processing units in a qubit-like operation though we're not building a quantum computer inside of the human body. The molecules and the constituent atoms that make up the amino acids for each of the genetic fields in our genome, Guanine, Cytocine, Adenine and Thymine take part in the process as Bryce's discoveries had indicated and we confirmed that they are entangled with all of the past particles that had been an ancestor of that particular cell. Those particles still have information encoded in their spin that allows us to refer back to their past state in that cell. So its like a qubit but not a quantum computer. It's like a memory reference more so than a calculation. All of this happens between the RNA and coded structure of the gene as its built through mitosis." Alicia continued her explanation.

"That's very interesting but what would be the problem then?" asked Nelson.

"The second part of the SY349 formula is a catalyst that is applied to something exterior to the body. The composition of whatever it is applied to plays a part in how it affects the dye taken internally. So for example a necklace or wrist band. During the tests we discovered that we could make changes to the formation of the genes and how they were expressed merely by changing the design of whatever the exterior application was applied to. That is both its composition and aesthetic design including its colors and shape. Both have an impact upon the effect. We called this the artist's effect and it is similar in some ways to the placebo effect except that it is consistently measurable in each distinct case. It becomes unpredictable between cases and patients though as Bryce pointed out." Alicia explained.

"So from what you're saying, the actual design of whatever the external application of the SY349 is applied to has an effect upon the cells affected by the internal application of the formula?" Zheng asked Alicia.

"Precisely." Alicia replied.

"So you mean that something as simple as applying it to a necklace with a happy face pendant could have an effect?" Katya asked.

"Very much so and something of that nature definitely does." Alicia responded.

"That's incredible. That's a direct link to what had been discussed by Niels Bohr and Heisenberg." Zheng said once again a broad smile across her face.

"I think that Alicia though isn't so much concerned that it does happen that way as much as she wants to know how it happens that way?" Nelson suggested to the group.

"I am ecstatic that it happens that way and I want to know why." Alicia corrected Nelson.

"Now we're getting to the really interesting stuff." Bryce said to them with his own smile.

Objectively Subjective

"How is it that the visual design of the external component of the cure can have an effect upon the mitosis of the cells affected by the internal component?" Nelson asked in disbelief once he'd comprehended what was going on.

"There's obviously something going on between the dyed cells and the external component. A link of some kind." Zheng suggested.

"Entanglement? It is certainly involved but in no way did we predict that whatever the external part of the formula was applied to would affect the process of mitosis so drastically. I mean in our tests, we applied the external component to symbols, shapes of varying colors and we achieved a different effect in the next generation of cells produced by their formula affected ancestors. The only consistency we found was within individual cases but never the same effects in two different people. In some cases these effects were similar but only enough so as to be barely quantifiable in some cases." Alicia told them holding up a chart on her tablet computer.

"The different colored graph lines each identify a different case or test subject. The vertical graph indicates the extent of the effects certain kinds of effects while the horizontal graph indicates different shapes that the external component of the formula was applied to." Alicia showed them clearly so they could all see.

"So from what I see here, you have some consistency between test cases but always the same or very similar effects within the individuals per exposure. That would mean..." Victor started as his wife excitedly interjected.

"...that there's something within the test subjects themselves and the way it interacts with them that is unique to them and similar enough to account for the overlap in the graph here." Katya exclaimed.

"Different physiology, age, sex? I mean there's so many different variables that could be involved." Nelson said bringing his biology expertise to the table.

"What about psychological factors?" Zheng asked Alicia.

"That would imply subjectivity. I'm trying to keep this objective here." Alicia responded somewhat defensively.

"I've seen this distribution on a graph before. It's very much the same distribution to what you'd see with a placebo graphed against actual dosage. Because placebo is so unpredictable and involves social psychology we use placebo to eliminate test subject error or bias." Nelson said pointing again to Alicia's tablet.

"In the case of placebo we saw no effects whatsoever. Where no treatment was applied there was no effect upon the cellular mitosis whatsoever whereas in test subjects with a real application of the formula there was greatly accelerated mitosis and increased metabolism as well which would be consistent. None of the test subjects who'd taken the placebo reported any difference in their being." Alicia informed Nelson.

"There is one thing that would be greatly different between your test subjects besides demographics or physiology." Bryce spoke up having held his tongue for so long.

"What? Wait..." Alicia said looking at nothing in particular deep in thought.

"You mean their perception? Their cognition and their interpretation of the symbols you tested the formula against." Alicia said in realization.

"That sounds consistent with your graph. People certainly have very different interpretations of symbol and color. Those interpretations would vary greatly from person to person while some would be similar but that would bring you back to subjectivity." Zheng added.

"How could someone's perception and interpretation of the external component that the formula was applied to affect the internal effects? I mean they're related to perception and the mind." Alicia asked aloud still deep in thought.

"When you hear a joke, there are some people who laugh and some who don't. Humor is definitely subjective." Victor added his suggestion.

"...and based upon knowledge and life experience." Katya added.

"Yes and laughing has been shown to produce anti-carcinogens as well as endorphins. It actually promotes healing. There's a situation where you have subjective interpretation that has a direct effect upon health." Nelson told his peers at the table.

"Subjectivity implies so many things..." Alicia said hesitantly.

"Like responsibility?" Nelson said.

"For what?" Alicia asked a little defensively.

"For one's own mindset. I mean healing can be effected by your mind set and there's plenty of studies to suggest this. A patient has to want to get better." Nelson replied.

"But a person's mood and perception and front line consciousness are affected by so many biochemical processes in the body. Naturally occurring hormones for one can skew a person's perception and mood greatly. So for an undisciplined mind, hormones can greatly skew a person's mind set not to mention their cognition. How does responsibility play into that?" Zheng asked Nelson.

"A Woman's body during pregnancy is vulnerable to changes in hormone levels because of all of the changes occurring to support the life of the newborn in her womb. Is that to say that if she is too emotional, that it is her fault or even a case of fault?" Victor asked looking around the table.

"Perhaps a disciplined mind can overcome these effects but even that takes conscious awareness of these facts. Not something that they'd readily teach in school. Maybe that's what compassion is all about." Katya added.

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"That's a lot to throw at a patient. First of all to tell them that they are responsible for their own healing and that their mindset can affect it. Then when their treatment is not as successful as hoped, they suddenly have to bare the thought that it might be their fault, which in turn would produce worse feelings and lead to a poor mindset and attitude that would cause the body to produce stress hormones that slow natural healing. So in the case of subjectivity, it does them good to be in a good mindset and for them to be aware that their perception can be affected by a variety of complications." Zheng advised her peers.

"That's a lot to throw at any one of us. To tell us we're responsible for how we perceive the world around us. So we as Doctors and healers have the power to affect healing by encouraging a good mind set in the patient. To make them part of their own healing process and strategy." Victor looked over the table.

"True. But what would stop another group of people from being lethally damaging to a person's psyche? Affecting their healing process by being abusive or hateful to them? Don't tell me it doesn't happen because it does. Shunning or social lambasting are social phenomenon I've seen before. Then after being treated as such a patient again is blamed by their own Doctors for their lack of progress in healing? Once again that's a lot to throw at a patient and that could potentially lead to reduced immune system response just through the imbalance of hormones such stress would cause. If we're healers and responsible for a patient's good mind set in regard to healing, would that make the people who conduct social abuse murderers?" Zheng posed a thought for the table.

"They're factors beyond our control unfortunately and just the same as any such factors that a Doctor and patient must deal with together." Nelson was the first to reply.

"Why not look at it like a biological process? A challenge for the patient to be better." Katya proposed.

"You mean like making the patient stronger in a way? I mean healing has nothing to do with the faces of Athos and Pathos. Tragedy or suffering does not define or make healing possible. Tragedy and suffering result from health and social problems and aren't made better by social lambasting or abuse. Healing or strength of character is not being empowered by people who would do such a thing to someone." Zheng responded to Katya calmly.

"If I may honey, I think what Katya was trying to say is... how you say? Like if a young person learns to be strong of mind and focused, the kind of people who do such things likely won't have an effect upon them. Kind of like taking away their power to affect someone negatively by teaching them to be actively involved in determining their own mind set. Is that right Katya?" Victor asked his wife.

"Yes. I think I might have worded it a little bit differently, but that's worth a kiss." she gave him a peck on the cheek making Zheng and Alicia blush a little.

"That's a good point. If something of that nature is going to happen and we can't cure it socially by discipline, laws or reforms then it is best to teach people how to deal with it from an early age. Makes sense. Take the power from such people away right from the beginning. I guess it even makes sense that we're discussing such a thing though I think we'd need Jung or even Freud here to sign off on it." Zheng replied satisfied with the answer.

"It just underlines the importance of the patient's mind set in the process of healing. After all, they're the proverbial observer in the Schrodinger equation and from our data that observer has an affect on how the healing process unfolds." Alicia added.

"Now we're getting to the importance of symbol, color and design and its influence upon this process." Bryce smiled at having reached this point in the conversation.

"How do you jump back and forth so quickly between being a Mystic and a Scientist?" asked Nelson of Bryce.

"I'll take it that you're being rhetorical?" Bryce responded.

"That I am. Guilty as charged." Nelson tipped his drink to Bryce.

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"The power of artistic ability to affect the results the formula produce are very significant. We've tried applying the external treatment to a variety of items like artistically designed clothing, jewelry and other items with a strong aesthetic presence and in every case the design has effected the resulting treatment." Alicia said to the rest of the table.

"It is incredible how a piece of art can move one to ecstasy or drive them to tears." Bryce commented.

"So we've discerned that it is very possible that the subjective mind is playing a role in this process. So once again are we returning to the collapse of the wave function, to Bohr and Heisenberg's interpretation of reality. Imposing that observation, perception and mindset is what propagates this whole process of causality? Causality being the push and effect being the results of that push. The same process that results in the formula being able to repair and mend the body so well? If we create our own reality in such a way then why does the body sometimes work so much against our being consciously able to maintain a positive viewpoint? Why do some people do so?" Alicia asked a little bit lost in possibility.

"If everyone knew that we had the power to create our own reality or at least deal with it by nothing more than our perception and mindset, chances are they might not like the kind of world that their neighbor is going to create. Not everywhere in the world are people afforded the time and luxury of being able to think and discuss what we discussed tonight. It would certainly be arrogant to say that we make our own reality because that would be to blame every child who was born into a war zone or famine or deathly struggle. While we live in peace we certainly can affect our own life and reality and that's really a luxury, not a privilege and more importantly it is one that we have to endeavor to spread and preserve the world over. As far as the SY349 is concerned, it is the power to affect reality directly by the perception of the one receiving the treatment. Affected by the designs of your friend Heylyn Yates and others who eventually will become a generation of Aesthetic Doctors. Those whose work in medicine will involve not only diagnosis but the treatment and the creation of aesthetic components to their treatment." Bryce said to Alicia and her peers at the table.

"I think what he was trying to say about your cure is that its subjective, or at least powered by subjective consciousness. Certainly not a placebo though. Something entirely different." Kayta said as Victor, Zheng and Nelson nodded in agreement.

"Bryce. Thank you." Alicia said as she stood and gave him a peck on the cheek.

The group filed out and bid each other farewell making empty promises to call one another and to do the same thing again soon.

Bryce walked Alicia to her cab.

"You wanted to know and now I think that you do. I believe there's something going on behind the scenes that keeps this whole thing going." Bryce said to her as she opened the cab door.

"What's that?" she asked him.

"Do you remember your talk at University Of Waterloo?" Bryce asked her.

"Yes. What about it?" she continued.

"After seeing your presentation I was going to contact you to come work for me. To work on my research. Every attempt I made to contact you from that point on was futile. As if the universe did not want me to connect with you or stop you from working on your research. Godel's trickster maybe?" Bryce said to her.

"No. Serendipity. Thanks for the wonderful night. I'll never forget this." she kissed him on the cheek and got into her cab keeping her eyes on him.

The cab drove away as he watched it diffuse into the lights of the night. A variety of colors and hues. A clouded tangle of photons interlocked in a dance with the forces of nature and which yielded it's only secrets via probability. Like the chances that Alicia would show up on the one night that he'd be playing a gig at the Looking Glass Lounge. Maybe some phenomenon in this universe had a little help from an outside force he pondered looking to the stars. Maybe it was all just probability. The thought occurred to both Alicia (as she drove away in the cab) and himself that maybe the observer determines the truth of that concept as well.

Alicia unlocked the door to the condominium and quietly stepped in feeling giddy and slightly tipsy. She sneaked down the hall to the bedroom discarding her clothing as she progressed past the bedroom door.

"Thanks for keeping my side warm." she said kissing his ear as she got into bed.

The End

The Story Continues in: The Butterfly Dragon II: What Different Eyes See

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