They were watching the exterior surroundings in a panoramic view, while Naiollah took off gently on reversible-gravity engines. The huge surface of the Batlan Planet started to depart, and then the land went curving into a globe spotted with orange, red, grey, green, brown, and white. The busy Batlan spaceport soon became visible, then the Ralaz satellite came on their three-dimensional projection, and they all admired for a few brief moments the wonderful lights of the Gatloda space-city.
     Later, the E-Fields Glide Drive engines took over the motion of the ship with a faint harmonic noise which started to increase gradually, until it disappeared, as the speed of the ship also increased. The brightly yellow Herral Star filled their projection for a brief moment, then the Star itself started to shrink quickly, and then to melt within the glittering, multicolored background generated by Naiollah’s E-Fields interference radiations. The ship was in a full E-Fields Glide Drive mode.

     “Now, Ghethe, it is time for you to go to bed,” said Ahlane in a soothing voice, though with firm looks in her eyes, and Ghethe couldn’t find the nerve to protest. He asked the Ladies for a few moments to explain what happened.
     Once he was properly positioned in his bed, the Zelhane Ladies took places nearby and they listened to the story. When he finished his narration, Ahlane handed him a cup of water in which she had dissolved a tiny, yellow, semitransparent pill.
     She said caringly, “You need to rest now, Ghethe, to clear your mind. We shall discuss everything in details when you wake up. While you sleep, we shall watch and prevent you from twisting on your broken arm.”
     “But Ahlane we must—” started Ghethe.
     “No, Ghethe, we must not. Not now.”
     The tone of her voice left no room for protests. Ghethe took the medicine, then he fell asleep.


M5-1     When he woke, he saw Mlane working with a book-editor near his bed. She smiled sweetly at him, and he smiled back, then Mlane asked Naiollah to tell Ahlane that Ghethe was awake.
     Ahlane came in carrying a small kitchen tray, then the Ladies helped him with a bowl of warm soup. Ghethe tried to protest, because they cared for him as if he were handicapped, but the Ladies did what they wanted anyway. When he finished the soup, he realized it was exactly what he needed most.
     “Thank you, Ahlane. The soup has been great,” said Ghethe with shy looks in his eyes.
     “I am glad you like it. How do you feel? I mean, psychically,” asked Ahlane.
     “Much better now, thank you. I suspect I had a psychical shock when I found out about the Genocide.”
     “It happened, Ghethe, and nobody can do anything about it now,” concluded Ahlane with sadness.
     He replied looking troubled, “Yes, Ahlane, but I am an Investigator of the Empire. I have to punish those bad people no matter what.”
     “I know . . . Tell me, Ghethe: are you not afraid of that Mortek person?” asked Ahlane looking worried.
     “Afraid! Why should I be afraid of him? I feel sick when I think of him, but not afraid,” wondered Ghethe.
     Mlane objected, appearing to be concerned too, “He did break your arm.”
     Ghethe remembered he did not mention in his story that he let Mortek break his arm deliberately. He started to explain enthusiastically, trying to inspire the Ladies with courage, “I let him do that on purpose, Ladies, because I had two very good reasons. One was, I needed more information about the Scientist, and any other people involved into the plot. The second reason was, this is how I always do my job. What I do is, I deceive, by making them believe that I am weak and feeble, and they have nothing to fear about. Later, when I have all the information I need, I act once and I punish them all.”
     Ahlane asked with doubt, “Are you confident you are capable of fighting Mortek?”
     Ghethe noticed that both of them were watching him with scared eyes. He explained caringly, “Oh, My Dear Ladies, you do not understand! I was the Imperial Chief Investigator of the Science Division, and that means that nothing known in Imperial Worlds, mental or physical, could resist to me. Practically I was—and I still am—the strongest force the Empire ever had, and no man or weapon could defeat me.
     Of course, I am only one person. Therefore, if those bad people find out who I am, they could easily design a plot to kill me when I am not aware. However, as long as they suspect nothing, I can get close, I judge them, and then I apply the rightful punishment. This is the reason I prefer doing it once, instead of hunting them one at a time.”
     “You mean, you let him break your arm on purpose?” asked Mlane perplexed.
     “This is what I keep on telling you, Ladies,” pleaded Ghethe with sincere looks.
     Ahlane objected thoughtfully, “What if he broke your spine, or killed you?”
     “I would have done something if he had turned too dangerous,” replied Ghethe confidently.
     “But you said you blacked out,” persisted Ahlane troubled.
     “Yes, Ahlane, I understand what you mean. Unfortunately, there are always a few risks implied.”
     “It is going to help you a lot, Ghethe, if you think more in advance. You could have asked us to accompany you,” continued Ahlane to reproach him.
     “Ha, ha! Ahlane, do you really think you could have stopped Mortek?” asked Ghethe, and he smiled amused with the idea.
     She replied with a beginning of irritation, “No, Ghethe, but we could have distracted him somehow!”
     “All right, My Dear, as you said: what is done is done,” said Ghethe in a conciliatory attitude. He intended to end that discussion, and to amuse the Ladies with more interesting topics.
     Ahlane pleaded, “Please, Ghethe, I want you to understand that we need you, and then there are one trillion of innocent people who also need that you fight, somehow, against those horrible monsters.”
     Ghethe noticed she had a caring voice and she appeared to be bothered. He objected timidly, “Yes, Ahlane, but what you say now is because you know what happened. When I left for the meeting with the City Commissar I had no idea why he called me. It could have been nothing.”
     “He is right, Ahlane. He couldn’t know what was waiting for him,” sided Mlane with Ghethe.
     Ahlane replied nervously, “Oh, you two think like little children! Of course he couldn’t know what was going to happen when he left for the meeting, but I am talking of what he did afterwards: about fainting and being at the mercy of his enemy!”
     “I was too shocked when I discovered the Genocide, Ahlane, and I wanted so much to find out the name of that Scientist . . . Even now, I feel a lot of shame that a Scientist has planned the Genocide . . . and for what he did to the Imperial Family—” motivated Ghethe while looking for understanding in Ahlane’s eyes.
     She interrupted him with irritation, “The Imperial Family were just a few, Ghethe,” then she continued with compassion in her voice, “Think about the billions of innocent victims who vanished!”
     After a few moments of silence he said thoughtfully, “I keep on asking myself if it is reasonable now to look for the treasure. Maybe it would be better to go after those people . . .”
     Mlane asked confused, “You told Mortek that you are buying data from us, and we shall go together to get it from a Planet. Was that wise, Ghethe?”
     He motivated, “It was the best I managed to think of in that moment, Mlane, because the Scientist who is behind all these should have some desire to find out about our research data. I handed them that information as a lure, and it seems it worked: Mortek told me to get the data, and to give it to him.”
     “Maybe it will not work for the Scientist,” speculated Ahlane.
     “It will work particularly for the Scientist, Ahlane. The way our research activity was structured was, only the Council of the Scientists knew about all research data, and they were the ones to decide to continue with some research, or to keep others secret. Those precautions were necessary, because some discoveries were far too advanced for our existing level of development, or too dangerous.”
     “Maybe the Scientist is from the Council,” ventured Mlane.
     “Oh no, My Dear. The Council was all retired Scientists who loved the people and their work. Besides, I knew them all, and I would have found out since I was required to check even them from time to time. No; he must be an outsider,” declared Ghethe with confidence.
     “Were there many outsiders?” asked Mlane.
     “Huh, hundreds of thousands! I had direct contacts only with the Council, with the cases assigned to me, and with a few Senior Scientists from the Neurophysics Department.”
     “Who could have plotted this Nova Genocide, Ghethe?” asked Ahlane trying to reach a logic conclusion.
     “A rough estimation is, about three hundred sixty thousand people. Almost all Senior level Scientists from the Subatomic Research Department.”

     Because the estimated figure was excessively too great to further narrow the number of the suspects, they remained silent for a while, then Ahlane asked, “So, you think they will take the lure. What then?”
     “We need to make it hard to get. Naiollah, are there any ships following us?”
     “Yes, Ghethe. There are two small ships of the Interceptor-Proctor class following me, near the military long-range scan limit, plus another one, very big, of Tugndal class, within my maximum scan limit. There could be others outside my scanning range, Ghethe.”
     He outlined the sketch of an action plan, “This is very good: they follow us, and they have assigned some resources for this. I say, we let them follow us for a while, Ladies, then we lose them. We get the treasure, and then we let them capture and take us to their leader, because I doubt that Mortek is capable of reading research data.”
     “How do we lose them?” asked Ahlane with reservation in her voice. His plan failed to impress her in any positive way, and that was due, mostly, to the “capture” part.
     “Aah, this one is the easy part: my ship is a lot faster than theirs,” replied Ghethe in a happy mood. He had noticed tension in Ladies’ attitude, therefore he intended to inspire them with courage and trust.
     “Are you confident? Maybe they have another prototype ship like yours,” asked Mlane skeptically. She was also very disappointed by his crude scenario.
     He explained smiling happily, “Naiollah was intentionally built to be faster than anything the Scientists could have, Mlane. In addition, we have the advantage of the initial distance. By the time they would realize we have accelerated, we shall already be outside their scanning range.”
     Ahlane remarked confused, “If they capture us, they get the data. What is the reason for losing them?”
     “They will never be certain of what we did while lost, therefore they will want to torture us, to find out exactly—” started Ghethe enthusiastically. He left his words unfinished, although it was too late: he had noticed Ladies’ change of facial expressions.
     Ahlane replied caustically, while looking at him with great disappointment, “Incidentally, I do not like your plans, Ghethe Dakka. Could you, please, think of something which does not involve torture and murder?”
     “Ha, ha! Aah, you are scared, Ladies. Do not worry, My Dears: I am here!” said Ghethe with good disposition.
     “Somehow, Ghethe, I find that not very comforting,” confessed Ahlane while allowing her looks to slip ostentatiously on his immobilized arm.
     “Ha, ha! You do not want to forget it, Ahlane. The problem is, this is how those people think, Ladies. For them, there is only torture and murder, and we must think as they do. What I want to do is to catch them all in one place. Otherwise, if I take one of them out, the remaining ones will become aware of my powers, and they could scatter away, or they could plot to kill me from distance, somehow.”
     “Again, are you certain, Ghethe, that you can disable their mental shields and whatever else they may have?” asked Ahlane.
     He explained with confidence, “I know I can do it, Ahlane! Besides, I have more than one way to reach my goals. You see, Ladies, all imperial military officers are physically fortified by implanted biochips. That is the reason each of them has the physical power of three normal men. They have telepathic abilities, and Mortek has even more enhancements which I know them all. However, I also know codes they have no idea about. With a few words, I can bring them all under my absolute command.”
     “If you are that powerful, why did you let Mortek break your arm?” asked Mlane troubled.
     Slightly exasperated, Ghethe explained, “Oh look, Ladies, this is a matter of a good strategy! In order to find out the information I wanted, I would have gladly let Mortek break both my legs besides one arm.
     I could have forced my way in through his mental shield in an instant, except that shield had a lousy alarm: if triggered, he would have known I tampered with his mind. I had to walk on tiptoes, and to look only at the surface of his memories in order to keep those miserable alarms from triggering. Please believe me, Ladies: with that terrible pain in my forearm it was, in fact, an almost impossible task!
     Anyway, if I catch them all together in the one place I do not need gloves to handle them, and I have many means to defeat and to punish those bad people. Never forget this, Ladies: I am the ultimate Instrument of Imperial Justice!”
     Not much convinced by his explanations, Mlane inquired, “Do you have something against custom weapons designed by the Scientists?”
     “No. If the Scientists have some custom design weapons, I have nothing to counteract them specifically, but do not worry, Mlane, because I have other means to oppose to them. I know I am stronger, because I have been very well trained to do my job,” pleaded Ghethe.
     Ahlane asked skeptically, “Are you confident there is nobody stronger in mental powers than you are in all Imperial Worlds?”
     He confessed, “The honest answer, Ahlane, is no: I am not confident I am the strongest. Better said, I am certain I am not the strongest.”
     “Oh, Ghethe, you are tormenting us with your endless twists! Please decide yourself or explain!” suggested Mlane with exasperation.
     “Yes, Mlane. I am certain that, within all the Worlds of the Empire, there are many people having stronger mental powers than I do. However, those people have natural, untrained abilities.
     Relative to the Lioth System, among the Scientists, I was the strongest. Now, even if those bad people have hired someone stronger than me, a natural person, I still have the advantage of a scientifically trained mind, plus a few more tricks of mine,” finished Ghethe with enthusiasm.
     “That sounds to me that we have to be very careful,” concluded Ahlane warily.
     Mlane agreed after a deep sigh, “Yes, me too.” Despite all his arguments, Ghethe was not able to inspire either Lady with the image of the almighty “Instrument of Imperial Justice”, because he appeared to be way too nice, and much too well educated Gentleman for that dour posture.
     “Ladies, please do not be so skeptic! Both Mortek and his Scientist Master do not dare to hire a person having such strong mental powers because they would automatically become slaves.”
     “What if that person has already enslaved them, and has plotted the Genocide?” asked Ahlane, and then Ghethe remained silent for a good while looking straight in her eyes.
     “If that is the case, Ladies, things are really bad. It is between him and me. However, it may be that he would try to avoid a direct confrontation, even if he is stronger . . . at least I would . . . and then I would sense him immediately . . .” said Ghethe, then he stopped thinking hard, focused on inside thoughts.
     “Well, you should think of a strategy for the worst case scenario,” suggested Ahlane.
     “Yes, you are right, My Dear, I need a strategy—”
     She interrupted him quickly, “Do not tell it to anybody; just keep it within yourself,” then she inquired, “For how long did the doctor tell you to rest your arm?”
     “For three Batlan days,” replied Ghethe promptly.
     “Well then, you are going to rest in your bed for the next four i-std. days, and we are going to watch you permanently,” decided Ahlane in a suspicious mood.
     Four i-std. days were about five Batlan days. Ghethe rushed to suggest, “Please, wait a moment, Ahlane. Naiollah has a few therapeutic devices specially designed for broken bones.”
     “Does she have something for broken minds, Ghethe? How do you know that yours hasn’t been tampered already?” replied Ahlane.
     “I . . .” managed Ghethe to articulate looking wonderingly at Ahlane.
     “Now, just try to rest, and check your psychical condition during the coming days. I suspect we need all the time we can get,” said Ahlane while watching the powerful “Instrument of Imperial Justice” with a lot of doubt.
     “Yes, Ahlane,” agreed Ghethe timidly thinking she was right: he could have been mentally conditioned while unconscious. Next, he felt he disliked that possibility a lot.


M5-3     Ghethe started on a strict program supervised by one or the other Lady, as they were watching him day and night. He used a part of his time trying to detect if he had been conditioned while unconscious. After a while, he reached the conclusion that there was no way to eliminate all doubts.
     What he needed was a strategy to overcome a mind more powerful than his, but the problem was, how much more powerful? He could speculate forever, without any benefic results, therefore he decided to start with implementation of strategies for various, ascending degrees of danger. In the end he realized that everything depended on particular conditions, specific to a direct confrontational event, and that was again impossible to predict. He let the idea of a strategy to linger somewhere in his mind, and he turned his attention on the daily activities.
     Throughout his convalescence time Ghethe managed to consolidate his friendship relations with the two Ladies. Mlane had an insatiable curiosity. When she was encouraged to a discussion, he could be certain that discussion was going to be both detailed, twisted, and very long. Ahlane was practical and logic, and Ghethe couldn’t help but to admire her perfect, temperate mental balance. It was sheer joy to have one of them permanently around, because they were both very beautiful, and then they were very well educated Ladies!
     His personal opinion was, a beautiful Lady was pleasing; a beautiful Lady and well educated was even more pleasing; but, a very well educated Lady needed not to be beautiful, or even nice or young. A very well educated Lady was the best a man could wish for an excellent company, in spite of the distance required by the decency limits.


M5-4     During his second day of resting in bed, Mlane asked, “Ghethe, what happens if Naiollah bumps into something? Into a wandering rock for instance.”
     He explained, “If Naiollah bumps into anything, My Dear, then we shall die instantly, I presume, except that cannot happen. Even a small amount of substance, as is a grain of dust, has a very high equivalent peak energy value, compared to the surrounding vacuum energy level, therefore it can be easily and in time detected. You may notice during this trip, Mlane, that Naiollah will go out of E-Fields Glide Drive. She is going to fly for sometime at one ninth the light speed, then she will reenter E-Fields Glide Drive. That happens when she encounters a large region of space sprinkled with fine particles of dust, and she cannot alter her course in due time to avoid it.
     Anyway, you should never worry because she takes great care that our lives are perfectly safe, in any situation.”
     “How, Ghethe? I thought spaceships have, always, someone to monitor the flight.”
     “On big ships, yes, there is always someone . . . even on smaller ships . . . In our case, however, Naiollah is such intelligent and so much more capable, that anything I can do she does it a lot better, and way faster.
     Naiollah is a ‘Self-Conscious Intelligent Unit’, Mlane, meaning the entire ship is part of her circuits. She is aware of everything that happens inside and outside her, and she controls all her systems to the best way possible. Only a few ships have been built like Naiollah because this technology is a secret, it is incredibly expensive, and it is very difficult to implement. In addition, Naiollah is extremely valuable, because she has now files containing advanced technological secrets unknown to everybody else in the Imperial Worlds.”
     “What if there is an electrostatic discharge, something that could damage Naiollah?” continued Mlane to explore the subject.
     He explained, “First of all, Naiollah is perfectly well insulated against electrostatic potentials, despite the fact that she doesn’t like them. Over eighty parts per unit of her command systems are optic circuits, and they all work according to the principle ‘two plus one’—”
     “Wow! What is that ‘two plus one’ principle?” asked Mlane confused.
     Ghethe smiled kindly at Mlane, since it was so nice to observe her intellectual struggle trying to understand the Universe she lived in. He explained with satisfaction, “It means that for each circuit there are three circuits in parallel performing exactly the same function, My Dear. The first one is active, and performing the required function. The second is also active, though it is monitoring the first one for a proper operation: in case of malfunction, it will immediately take over. As for the third circuit, it is in a cold reserve status, and it will power up only if the other two circuits are both incapacitated.
     In this way, if something manages to destroy the first, and then the second circuit, the third one remains unaffected, because it was not powered initially, and it will take control of the required function in the shortest amount of time. Later, Naiollah is going to warn me if any of her circuits are damaged, and I shall repair them.”
     “Including Naiollah’s brain?” continued Mlane to satisfy her hungry curiosity.
     “Yes, My Dear. There are actually five Naiollah ‘Intelligent Units’ working in parallel, this time according to the formula ‘three plus two’.”
     “Aha, I understand! There are three circuits active and two inactive,” explained Mlane happily.
     “Yes. Now, regarding Naiollah’s memory things are a bit more complex—” started Ghethe.
     “But, how does she fly, Ghethe?” interrupted Mlane.
     “Well, close to strong gravitational fields, as is the case of Planetary Systems proximity, she uses six, powerful, reversible-gravity engines. For interstellar travel, Naiollah uses a chain of five, very complex E-Fields Glide Drive engines.”
     “Ghethe, I have to tell you something . . .” said Mlane timidly, and then she paused. She looked shyly in Ghethe’s eyes for a moment, then she started gaining a lot of blue color shades on her beautiful juvenile cheeks.
     “Please do, My Dear,” encouraged Ghethe, although he was feeling rather confused, and a little bit scared.
     “I do not know much about the atom and the E-Fields theories,” confessed Mlane troubled while adding even more blue on her cheeks.
     “Ha, ha! Do not worry, My Dear, because very few people know or care about that,” assured Ghethe smiling amused, and feeling relieved.
     “Yes, but I want to understand them, Ghethe!” protested Mlane with desire.
     “Ooh, I see. You know, I think you are going to become a great Scientist if you like so much to learn.”
     “Yes, I like very much to learn. It is something psychological because I do not want to become old; I want to remain young. Therefore, as long as I am in school I am going to be permanently young!” said Mlane, and she ended her innocent logic with triumph in her voice.
     Ghethe explained amused the other side of her logic, “Ha, ha! One day, Mlane, you will have to end your school, and then you are going to be a very wise Scientist.”
     “Never; I shall learn forever! Now, please explain to me the E-Fields theory, Ghethe,” demanded Mlane seriously, though still very shy.

     “Of course, My Dear,” replied Ghethe smiling gently at her. “Our Universe, as you probably know, is made of atoms. The problem is, the Atomic Universe, the one we can see, is not all of it. In fact, it may be less than the nine hundredth part of the Real Universe. Now, we cannot see the entire Real Universe, therefore the new question is: where is the great bulk of the Real Universe? Well, it is right here, surrounding us all, and it is made of subatomic . . . let’s say ‘particles’, so small that we cannot see them—”
     “You do not like the term ‘particles’,” observed Mlane.
     “No, My Dear. I try to avoid that term, but it is easier to understand for beginners.”
     “What term would you like instead?” insisted Mlane.
     “We use the generic name of ‘primordial energies’, because the subatomic is composed of many layers, each dedicated to a different type of a basic, fundamental, primordial energy. However, please note, Mlane, those primordial energies are not energies as the ones we know in our Atomic Universe. They are, in fact, potential of energies, or discomposed, basic energies, and there are totally different physical laws governing them.

     [. . .]

     Now, I use the word ‘subatomic’, meaning, it is the next step from atom down, but do not confuse the subatomic notion with atom’s components, My Dear.”
     “Please, tell me something about atom’s components, Ghethe,” asked Mlane timidly with her looks turned away.
     “Yes, My Dear. An atom has a nucleus and an electronic cloud. The most interesting part of the atom is, of course, the nucleus. For the simplest atom, and by far the most abundant in our Universe, hydrogen, the nucleus is very simple: it is built out of only one proton. However, that tiny proton is the basic building brick of all atoms, therefore it is very important.
     Now, the proton itself is constructed, mainly, out of three up to nine triplets of components named quarks.”
     “Why three up to nine triplets, Ghethe?” inquired Mlane.
     “Better said, we have discovered up to now three, five, six, seven, and nine triplets of quarks. Each triplet has different functions, and they give the atom different characteristics.”
     “Such as?” pushed Mlane.
     “Such as electric, magnetic, gravity, and chemical properties—to name only the most obvious.”
     “I see, but why three, five, six, seven, or nine triplets of quarks?” persisted Mlane.
     “That is a very good question, My Dear. You see, our Universe is not a homogenous place. Consequently, in different Systems the structure of the matter is, sometimes, also different. In other words, the hydrogen atoms and, of course, other more complex atomic elements are sometimes constructed differently, in different Planetary Systems.”
     “That is not very good, is it?” speculated Mlane, testing the ground.
     “Well, it has a good part, and a bad one. The good thing is, different ‘flavors’ of atomic elements bring a larger diversity of physical and chemical characteristics to a single atom. The difficult aspect is, technology is built in a close relationship between design and the attributes of the atomic elements. As a result, technology built in one System cannot be duplicated, or even understood, in other Systems. This is the problem of ‘Inter-Systems Technological Incompatibility’, but we slip away too much from our main discussion trend, Mlane.”
     “Oh, I am sorry. Where were we?”
     “We stopped at the triplets of quarks. The quarks themselves are atomic components, except they are formed from some subatomic particles named ‘pits’.”
     “Similar to a cavity?”
     “Yes, similar to a cavity, because each of them exists in the same time in the Subatomic Universe and in the Atomic one, and they are studied as a channel from Atomic to Subatomic, or as a string connecting the two sequential domains. Now, those little pits into subatomic have different . . . dimensions, therefore certain particles having specific frequencies in the Subatomic correspond to each type of pit.

    [. . .]

     Now, our Atomic Universe has a few particular characteristics, meaning, each point in it is described by the space-matter-time coordinates. Therefore, the Atomic Universe has as a minimum: three spatial coordinates; plus three energy coordinates; plus one time reference coordinate.”
     “Which are the three energy coordinates?”
     “The energy coordinates correspond to the ‘value’ of the matter in our Atomic Universe when it is transformed, mathematically, into one particular type of a subatomic primordial energy. They are: first, the maximum value of that primary energy; secondly, the resultant frequency of that primary energy; and thirdly, the phase displacement of the resultant frequency when it is related to the fundamental frequency of the subatomic primary energy layer referenced.
     [. . .]

     The interesting point to note is, spatial distribution of matter in the Atomic Universe may be replaced by the referenced primordial energy values in the Subatomic Universe—”
     “Oh, Ghethe, you are losing me,” warned Mlane confused.
     “I am sorry, My Dear; these things are not easy to explain. To make it short for you, the E-Fields Glide Drive engine creates a local resonance in our atomic space—which includes the ship—equivalent to the fundamental frequency of the Amta subatomic energy layer. Consequently, we become one with the Amta primordial energy layer.
     Next, the engine creates an additional, strong, energy gradient, and that forces our ship to glide on the Amta energy layer coordinates towards our destination point. Now, there are more primordial energy layers we could use for transportation, in addition to Amta, and they are all generically named ‘E-Fields’.”
     “Do you say that we do not exist anymore; that we go into another Universe?”
     “In theory, My Dear. In reality we exist in both of them, which is not much different from our Atomic Universe being included into the all-surrounding Real Universe. What we do, we simply discompose the all-surrounding Real Universe to some specific primary energy coordinates, and then we use them to reach our purpose: in our particular case, we want to eliminate matter dependency on spatial coordinates—”
     “Oh, this is too much, Ghethe. I think we have to go over them again, in smaller steps, in order to get a clear picture,” protested Mlane confused.
     “It could be my mistake, Mlane, because I started with details and I ended up with generalities. I should have continued with details, and build upon them step by step . . .” said Ghethe thoughtfully, appearing he was ready to start his explanations again.
     “No, Ghethe, I prefer the generalities—they are easier to understand,” rushed Mlane.
     “The Universe, My Dear, is a never ending place of wonders. However, its greatest secrets reside exactly in its smallest elementary components. We suspect that there is an even lower domain behind the Subatomic, and we have named its mathematical model, ‘Fundamental Interrelated Certainty Vectors’, or ‘Certainty Vectors’ for short, although you do understand that—”
     “Yes, I do. I prefer the higher domains, Ghethe; for instance, our Atomic Universe,” decided Mlane.
     “Our Atomic Universe is fundamentally dependant on the Certainty Vectors, My Dear—”
     “Of course it is. Aah . . . Do you know any funny stories, Ghethe?”


M5-6     Ahlane had the same thirst for knowledge as her sister, only her conversation was way better focused.
     “Do you remember the words of the Enlightened Emperor?” asked Ahlane one day when it was her turn to keep him company.
     “Could you, please, be a little more specific?” replied Ghethe.
     “Yes. He said we are going to build a better Empire,” specified Ahlane.
     “Aha! He said a ‘different’, and a ‘stronger’ Empire—I thought about that, My Dear,” clarified Ghethe.
     “So, what do you think he meant by ‘different’? A different structure?”
     “Yes, that is the only valid explanation.”
     “Can you imagine a different structure?”
     “Not now, Ahlane. However, if we solve the mystery connected to this Genocide, I am certain we shall have to draw a few very important conclusions.”
     “I still cannot believe that someone did that intentionally. I mean, why not use it, instead of destroying? It was the richest System of the Empire; it was richer than all the other Systems taken together,” replied Ahlane looking perplexed.
     “I believe there is a lot more behind the Genocide, My Dear,” said Ghethe thoughtfully.
     “What do you mean by ‘more’?” asked Ahlane intrigued.
     “You see, Ahlane, it is not easy to destroy a Star. Actually, should I try doing it, I am certain it would take me a few good years of studying how to accomplish that. Anyway, at this moment, it is very difficult to me to conceive that someone actually managed to do it,” said Ghethe, and he ended his words looking in his turn perplexed.
     “You said the Scientists at the Subatomic Research Department did many dangerous experiments,” investigated Ahlane.
     He explained, “Yes, there were a few dangerous experiments which could have caused a Nova, but only by accident, not on purpose, as a planned action.”
     She insisted, “Such as?”
     “Such as . . . time travel, for example.”
     “Time travel! You did that kind of things there?” asked Ahlane, and she appeared to be revolted against the idea.
     “Yes. Why are you so annoyed, Ahlane?”
     “I think time travel may throw all our Worlds into a total chaos.”
     He agreed, “And you are perfectly right, My Dear. Time travel is very dangerous.”
     “Please explain that to me,” asked Ahlane looking into his eyes, and waiting patiently for him to start.
     Ghethe got lost in contemplation for a few moments, as always when Ahlane looked at him straight into his eyes. The color of her irises was so fascinating, and she was so beautiful, that he always took some time to observe her, whenever he had the opportunity, while avoiding staring at her.
     He said, “Aah . . . yes, Ahlane. You see, time is the absolute Master in our Universe: the one that we see, and in the part of the Universe which we do not see—”
     “Hold it, Ghethe. What is that part of the Universe which we do not see?”
     “We see only the Atomic Universe, My Dear, and that is less than the nine hundredth part of the Real Universe.
     Now, most of the Real Universe is made of . . . primordial energy layers, and they form together the Subatomic Universe. Beyond the Subatomic Universe are the imbalanced Certainty Vectors which force primordial energy layers in the Subatomic to interact, therefore to create our Atomic Universe.

     [. . .]

     We believe that is the certain way a Star could enter artificially into the Nova state, and even an entire Galaxy could be obliterated from existence. In the worst case scenario, time travel could break the fundamental imbalance of the Certainty Vectors, therefore our entire Real Universe would cease to exist instantly.”
     “That sounds very dangerous, Ghethe,” concluded Ahlane looking worried.
     He agreed, “It is extremely dangerous, My Dear, therefore temporal experiments have been banned a long time ago.”
     “Are you certain they were totally banned?” persisted Ahlane.
     “No. I am not totally convinced, because I had insufficient contacts with the Subatomic Research projects. However, those experiments could have led to an uncontrolled accident, not to a specific, planed event.”
     “Were there other dangerous experiments?” inquired Ahlane.
     “Yes . . .” started Ghethe hesitantly, then he continued, “of course there were, Ahlane. When people work on the Subatomic they can do almost anything they want . . . or they could trigger terrible accidents.”
     “So, it is possible that somebody did find a way to trigger the Nova,” tried Ahlane to build an assumption.
     “It is more than just possible, Ahlane, because it actually happened. The only problem I have is, I cannot even hypothesize on how they did it,” replied Ghethe looking perplexed.
     “Let’s explore the possibilities further, Ghethe. The Nova was a deliberate act, and yet you still say that there is more behind it. What do you mean by ‘more’?”
     He explained, “The way Social History works is, it allows social historical accidents, though not too great, such as the catastrophic changes, unless those catastrophic changes are needed to prevent even more catastrophic changes into the future.”
     “Wait a minute, Ghethe, that is exactly what the Enlightened Emperor said in terms of historical events!” remarked Ahlane surprised, then she explained her reasons, “Things are this way. Phase one is a catastrophe; phase two is a stronger Empire; phase three is an even greater catastrophe; and finally we have phase four which is either success or disaster, though everything is dependent on a successful phase two.
     Now, phase two cannot exist without phase one, which is the Nova, and this means that the Nova was actually required by some terrible future events! It has a certain logic, only it is based on your theory—or it is not yours?”
     “Yes, it is a personal theory, Ahlane, based on research of previous social, historic, catastrophic events, although none has ever been as terrible as the Nova. This is way too much, and it scares me a lot,” confessed Ghethe.
     “Well, your theory appears to be correct. Is there more to it?” asked Ahlane.

M5-7     “Yes. Let’s name this one theory number two. A catastrophic historic event may happen only with the approval of a very strong will,” stated Ghethe. He was very glad to discuss his theories with Ahlane, since it was far more pleasing than digesting those theories alone, by himself.
     “This one sounds too general,” remarked Ahlane confused.
     “All theories are general, My Dear,” motivated Ghethe.
     “I know, but you have to give me a bit more specific definition to understand it.”
     “Alright, I will use a corollary of the theory. A very strong will has the power to generate social, historic, catastrophic events.”
     “Now it makes some sense. A powerful person—a lot more powerful than you are—has generated the Nova Genocide which is a social and historical catastrophic event. What do you say?” asked Ahlane looking at him in expectation.
     “I say, no, and I shall explain why. In my theory I use the term ‘will’, though you relate it to a person having strong mental powers,” specified Ghethe.
     “Is it not the same thing?” asked Ahlane confused.
     “No, My Dear. When I use the words ‘a strong will’, I refer to individuals, or to entities, which have the power to influence Social History in its essence, in its abstract form. In my case, I have only limited powers, related to me or to other individuals: these are insignificant actions, historically.”
     “I do not understand you, Ghethe. You say that some individuals could change the abstract course of Social History if they want to! How is that possible? How does it work?” asked Ahlane with a lot of doubt.
     “I have to detail my explanations on this topic, Ahlane. You see, My Dear, our carbon-based organic intelligent beings have natural mental powers which we hardly begin to discover. There are intelligent beings capable of strong psychokinetic actions: that means, the thought acts directly on physical matter and does something there. Other people have telepathic abilities: they transmit thoughts or images to one another, using only their brains. Some are capable of seeing the future of other people, or even the future of a Civilization, and I am confident you have heard, or seen, many examples. Sometimes, it happens that a few individuals have such strong mental powers that they appear to us as . . . as wizards or . . . something else. However, all these mental powers I mentioned, up to this level, are controlled by accessing the subconscious directly.
     Further from this level of mental powers, but not necessarily cumulative, we reach a superior stage of mental powers: the level of individuals having powers similar to a God, AND the level of those individuals who have the willpower strong enough to change the natural flow of History in one specific Civilization. Unfortunately, the words ‘will’ and ‘willpower’ are not the right ones, but I do not know better alternatives. In order to initiate his or her powers into action, that person can only express a wish: sooner or later, that wish is going to become a reality.
     Try to imagine, Ahlane, an ordinary person having an exceptional status in the Universe. That status is so special that not even the Gods would dare to interfere with the destiny of that common, insignificant person. His or her powers are the personification of the will of the GREAT CREATOR himself! Those people appear, from time to time, in one specific Civilization, and they impose their will to change History as they consider being proper—towards better, or to worse.
     The way things work is similar to this. That particular individual is not pleased with something related to the development of his Civilization, therefore he wishes for a radical change. In a few years, but not more than nine or eleven, that change happens, and it does not matter HOW is the change performed. However, there are a few common characteristics of those particular changes, and they helped me to profile the theory: those changes are clearly improbable, and they have terrible historical consequences.
     In order to understand this theory, think of it this way: somebody curses another person with some bad things which are supposed to happen. Next, those bad things will happen, in some exceptional cases, although it shouldn’t be possible. In our case, someone curses a Civilization, and his will, or wish, is strong enough to change it.”
     “Such as the Nova Genocide?” asked Ahlane with sadness.
     “Exactly, My Dear, but do not forget that the person who had wished for the change is not the one who actually implemented it.”
     “I see . . . You say, even if someone wanted to implement the Nova Genocide, he could not have done it if it wasn’t for an unknown person, somewhere, who had, actually, wished for it?”
     “Yes, My Dear. That is what I meant when I said there was more behind the Genocide action itself. In fact, the Genocide happened not because somebody planned and executed it; it became a reality because a special person, somewhere, had wanted it.”
     “Let’s go further. Who do you think that exceptional person having such a fantastically strong will-power could be?”
     “This is the difficult aspect, My Dear, because that person could be anyone, including you and me,” explained Ghethe troubled.
     “Are you suggesting that he is NOT AWARE of his powers?” asked Ahlane surprised, highly disapproving the idea.
     “Yes, Ahlane. That particular person needs to be far more than exceptionally intelligent in order to become aware of his or her powers, but most of them have absolutely no idea. However, that person has, without doubt, a very strong subconscious.”
     “You mean, a person having powers similar to a God doesn’t know his own powers, Ghethe?” asked Ahlane doubtfully, and feeling even revolted by the absurdity of the topic.
     “Why are you so surprised, Ahlane? Mental powers have nothing to do with the degree of intelligence or, better said, with the power of logic of that person,” stated Ghethe with candor.
     “Are you trying to tell me that a God could be mentally retarded? Are you joking, Ghethe?” asked Ahlane with a beginning of irritation.
     “I could answer to your question in many ways, and we could discuss on this topic for days, Ahlane, but I shall make it simple. Have you ever heard of superstitions about bad Gods?” asked Ghethe.
     “Yes, of course I did; I heard of many,” replied Ahlane quickly.
     “Good. Now, does the notion of ‘a bad God’ make sense to you?” continued Ghethe to inquire.
     “Yes, there may be bad Gods,” agreed Ahlane.
     “Excellent! Now, think Ahlane: a bad person, or a bad God, is not an intelligent one, because it is very easy to do bad things—for example, to destroy—and you do not need ANY intelligence for that. On the contrary, in order to create good things, you have to be very intelligent . . . Got it?” explained Ghethe, then he waited for a while to see if Ahlane would understand his simple reasoning.
     “Yes . . . I’m sorry . . . You are indeed brilliant, Ghethe! I would have never imagined that a God could be . . . well, not very intelligent,” said Ahlane hesitantly, and looking at Ghethe from a superior perspective of intellectual appreciation.
     “If we have the time, My Dear, I can demonstrate that some Gods may have the intelligence level of an insect,” replied Ghethe enthusiastically, encouraged by Ahlane’s power of understanding.
     “And I start believing that you are perfectly capable of doing that. I never bothered to analyze those things in such depth,” admitted Ahlane.
     He replied with consideration, “That was because you never needed to do it, My Dear. However, it is my job to deal with intelligence.”
     “All right. Let’s go back to our problem, about the angry, unknown, strong will. How do we solve it?”
     “The Enlightened Emperor told us how, My Dear.”
     “When? Where, Ghethe?” rushed Ahlane.
     “He said, we have to build a New Empire: a different, and a stronger one. It seems very interesting to me that you said from the very beginning ‘a better Empire’. That is exactly what we need to do, Ahlane, in order to satisfy that angry, unknown, strong will which has the power to modify our Social History.
     We must not forget that he or she could be anybody in the Imperial Worlds, but especially someone having a hard life, a victim of social injustice. Therefore, the first requirement for the New Empire is, poor people must be at least satisfied with the future Imperial Laws, and particularly with their practical implementation.”
     “To tell you the truth, Ghethe, what really amazes me is the fact that, although your theories sound so . . . absurdly impossible, they seem to be correct if you think of them with a certain degree of abstraction.”
     “To tell you the truth, Ahlane, that is also what amazes me most, and the next ones—”
     “Oh! Don’t tell me that you have more!” interrupted Ahlane nervously, while looking at him with exasperation.
     “Of course I do, My Dear, and you will not believe this: the next ones are even way more abstract!” confessed Ghethe while smiling innocently.
     “Aah . . . Could we leave it for another day, Ghethe?” asked Ahlane smiling sweetly back at him.
     “Certainly, My Dear . . . although . . . some notions need to be clarified—” persisted Ghethe with his looks glued on Ahlane’s lips.
     “Of course, they do. Now, tell me please: how is your ARM doing?”


M5-8     After his convalescence period, Ghethe found out that Ahlane had planned a strict schedule for each of them, based on fixed hours for common and personal activities: eating, socializing, workout—medical therapy and mental training for him—time to study, and sleeping. Soon he discovered that, by having the time divided into fixed, reduced, well known time intervals, it made the time to pass not only easier, but also in a useful manner. Compared with his previous voyages, that one was sheer delight, and he could barely wait for specific hours when they all got together to perform certain social interactions.

     Ghethe showed the Ladies a three-persons game named “The Champ”, and they all got highly addicted to it. The rules of the game were, once a player managed to win one play, his or her chances increased exponentially into the next one, to the detriment of the other two who had to fight very hard together to pull the potential winner down.
     For each player it was either a fortunate jump up for a short while, or a desperate slide down for long, depending on luck and on the playing skills of all the players involved. The game ended when one player managed to escape the control of the other two and reached a certain maximum limit. However, the amazing aspect was, the game was so captivating that even Ahlane ignored her own time table, since one game could easily last for five i-std. hours or more.
     The alliances were formed, broken, and reformed again, and the level of passion was so elevated that, contrary to their exceptional education, words full of venom, such as “quack”, “shrew”, “cheater”, “rat”, or “witch” could be frequently heard during the game.
     Of course, it was just an innocent game, therefore winner’s pride, glory, and total satisfaction lasted only . . . until the time for the next game was close.



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