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"Exceptions to material law?"
"Why not? A friend of mine, Neils Bohr and his college Edward Miller, happened to have discovered that this particular law that we mistakenly call a universal law, isn't the only operating law in the universe. Once you pass a certain threshold you can become aware of a totally different universal reality. Bohr calls this the super-complex domain."
I said nothing.
He said nothing either, for quite sometime.
"Space isn't empty," he said finally, as though this would provide another approach. "The apparent void of space is an endless sea of latent energy. According to material law, based on the shortest possible wavelength, it has been calculated that one cubic centimeter of so-called empty space contains more energy than all the energy displayed in the entire known universe. The speed limit of light, that seems basic throughout the universe, stems from the propagation characteristic of this latent energy. Everything that has a physical base, is indeed tied to this factor and limited by it." Then he paused again.
"But thought isn't physical," he said a while later. "An idea isn't energy, or made up of energy. It's an entirely different ball of wax."
He stopped again.
"You mean to say there are no limits to an idea," I helped him along in finding some useful approach.
"There are no limits, period! I can take you to Andromeda and back, all before supper," he grinned. At least he grinned again!
"Have you ever seen your ship from the outside?" he asked, as though he was changing the subject.
"Sure I have, we all have; why do you ask?"
"No I didn't mean before you left home. I meant now, as it floats in space."
"You know darn well...." I virtually protested.
He took my hand and squeezed it. "You can trust me. You and I can slip through this wall...."
"I would die. My blood will boil in the vacuum of space. My body will explode! Besides, I'll suffocate without oxygen...."
"I know all this," he interrupted. "What you say is true, but only in context to the environment of the ship that you are comfortable with. You live by the laws you have chosen to live by. I'm merely offering a choice. You can choose to override these laws, you can change the game, you can dance to a different tune. In fact you can become the Lord of the Dance and call the tune yourself!"
As he spoke, he stood up and practically pushed me through the hull of the ship into space.
I gulped one last breath, in total desperation, but found to my utter astonishment that I didn't need it. We floated alongside the spacecraft towards its nose cone that glowed brilliantly blue. I touched myself; I hadn't exploded. Maybe I was already dead, a mere ghost, I thought.
He asked me to look ahead. Ahead of us lay a field of stars as wide as I could see. "This should not be possible," I said. "We shouldn't be able to see those stars, because of the blue-shift effect," I said to him, astonished beyond measure, but I can see everything perfectly as if we stood still.
"We are standing still," he replied. "We transpose ourselves forward in small steps, repeated a hundred times a second. In between those jumps we stand still. We don't fly into the light, or away from it."
To me, the entire experience appeared like an incomprehensible puzzle.
"Let me tell you one more secret," he said as we reached the front of the ship. "It may surprise you, but your ship already employs the Bohr/Miller effect!"
"What!" I said. It suddenly occurred to me that we could talk without air.
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