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Friday, January 26, 2018

A break from changing the paradigm of reality

Soon I will prove the arrow to apple using speed of light to show ct1 state sharing and exchange and why paradox doesn't arise in quantum environment.

But first, the fourth chapter of "The science of nostradamus" in celebration of reaching chapter 16 in the first edit of the 45,000 (now) word text.
This is just the first edit of a very rough group of chapters in several stories which form this book.

1.      Before the ice age 1

          The perpetual spring sunshine washed over the four travelers walking in a line.  There was no road, although the trail was more pronounced because of the increasing traffic.  If things did not change, wheeled vehicles which had been discussed around communal cooking fires would expand these paths.  The prototype with two solid wheels, a cart dragged by men sat in the central market.
They could see the low walls and the huts within the breastworks of the new city.  Already they were at the fields where the trees had been pulled from the ground by long ropes pulled by much of the population to plant the first true farms. 
There were 2,000 people living within the walls, the first superpower of the primitive world even though the walls were nothing more than dirt thrown up and felled trees stacked between the gaps.
          Of the small group moving afoot, two could be recognized as modern men, one was a Neanderthal.  Following in the rear was a female, more human than not.  “Marrr,” The leader said looking back, “What do you see?”
          “I see the fire and then snow.  It no change,” Marrr said with a combination of grunts and hand signals.  His concern, however, was clear.
          “How can there be nothing beyond the snow,” the woman asked.
Marrr grunted.  He did not have the same ability to speak at the others, but like many of his kind, he could see the future.  In a cruel irony, those who saw the future had almost no ability to pronounce words and the lack of words prevented them from explaining how it was done, but the only half man who could speak and see in the future explained that it was like a stream coming out of the future but from all directions at once, like remembering history, but it was the future, confused with the past.  It was useful to prevent surprises, but lately there had been this strange new vision, nothing but snow.
          It had not snowed in many years and the winters had always been mild in the memories of the occupants of Plaent, the name of the new city. 
This disturbing vision of constant snow bothered Nord who led the city.  They were coming up to the law mud walls.  The city was the only one known to the new men who until now had always lived in small camp like communities, often migrating with herds. 
A few generations back, one of Nord’s ancestors had proven that by loosening the soils and spreading the most edible portions of the grains and the least edible parts of the trees that the food yields could be increased and kept close to the community, storing food in clay huts, reduced the amount of grazing required in the winter.  This supplemented the meat from hunting and the winter feed allowed for animals to be kept in the pens year-round.  It was a time of great excitement and hope, but then came this new, terrifying vision.
There was more free time to worry about new things, like the terrifying vision; but there was also talk of a new idea, “experimenting” to improve the mud records that were used increasingly.   One of the visions was of huge volumes of writing tablets in high shelves in clay huts like the crops, storing words like food till it became too numerous to describe.
One man talked about building taller buildings and already they had added moveable gates where the walls met the paths.
But all of the happy ideas, were eclipsed by the talk of snow, at least for the four travelers.
“The idea,” Nord had argued, “Is to visit the witch who lives by the volcano.   She can see further into the future or she can help Marrr see further and we can see what lies beyond this snow.”
The small group was returning to the city from attempting to recruit the powerful, black haired hunter,  Horenz, who stood almost six feet tall.  He had been to the great mountain that smoked where the witch lived.  He was the only one who had ever traveled so far, having gone in pursuit of raiders who had taken his wife.  He had caught them at last, killed them everyone, but his wife was dead. 
Afterwards, Nord had attempted to talk Horenz into returning to the city to take another wife, but he had refused.
The woman stopped to pull a sharp stone from her bare foot.  They all were barefoot, although some were beginning to wear animal skins on their feet.
“How will we live if this happens?” The had asked Horenz.  Skella was Horenz’s dead wife’s sister.  It was felt she could convince him.  “Crops do not grow in snow.” 
“I do not care if you live.  All I want is to live alone.  Even if you see the witch and the fire, it will not stop the snow, if the snow is coming.”
It was disappointing to come back with Horenz who might have guided them past dangers only he knew.  As they approached, a curious crowd opened the wooden gate to the city and came out to meet the small group.  Others stood looking out over the waist high wall.
It would be disappointing for the people behind the walls and terrifying for the group that would travel to the mountains.  Horenz was one of the strongest hunters of them all, yet when he had returned he had been thin and wasted.


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