More support for AuT z-Chapter 3

Yesterday was I was in fine form, fimished a reasonably hard stair workout and three sets of weights.
Today (which is actually yesterday) I surprised myself with a 2000 yard swim with the 1200 im thing.
Back to yesterday which is actually the day before yesterday.
I did, immediately afterward, forget to pick up some things I had planned to get near the gym.  I leave for my next big presentation in less than 7 days and I must get ready since I will be traveling for a few days (5).
After the meeting I have several physicists and mathematicians to follow up with.
I have made enormous advances in understanding in just the last few days, incredible.  It just does not sop, but it prevents me from finishing the patents.  I suppose I will end up filing this on Friday, at the last minute as it were.  It is not getting much longer because important as the advances are, they are not so different from what is explained already, just the resulting concepts are mind-blowing and logical.
Today`s article is about more takeoffs of books I wrote years ago.
People take my work, take out the details, slap a degree on it and suddenly its news.  What a load of crap. (Who me bitter?)
And yet, occasionally it makes sense to show my readers that non-specific articles are writen by other scientists who presumably have not directly read my book and without much mathematical basis ponder as close to the same conclusions as possible, versus my work which derives from mathematical specifics to find required outcomes.

There is also this bit for the post today about time and why we see time instead of quantum change.
Simply put, time is part of the hidden variable universe, so we see the net effect of the quantum count instead just like we see net gravity.

On to the nonsense of those who follow me.  It is worth noting that many of these articles appear in magazines that rejected my work previously, but when it is submitted by someone else without the background detail they publish it.  It buries my work, but my time is coming.

The Daily Galaxy --Great Discoveries Channel: “Powerful Hints” –Quantum Beginning of Spacetime (Weekend Feature). https://dailygalaxy.com/2019/06/powerful-hints-quantum-beginning-of-spacetime-weekend-feature/
ScienceAlert: Some Black Holes Are So Old We Can't Explain Them. This Might Be Where They Came From. https://www.sciencealert.com/new-evidence-hints-black-holes-do-form-directly-from-a-star-collapse


Plagiarism
Anyway, this net effect thing is the reason we think we see dark energy when we are really seeing net gravity.  The AuT universe operates in pockets.while at the center of the universe where we live everything changes at approximately the same rate, expansion to contraction, there are pockets where it differs.

Here is something a little more entertaining, my most recent book, chapter 3...things are heating up

Chapter 3

On board the Zombie, Captain Marshall was trying to make sense of what he could see ahead of him along with the excited radio traffic.  From the cabin, he could see 360 degrees and he looked around him.  There as a cruise ship ahead  following a containership.  Behind him was another barge, but far enough back to no cause any problems.  There were no smaller boats and he started doing some quick calculations.  “Mate,” he told Reginald Black, “get all of these people to one side and keep them there, then get the first mate up here and all hands on deck.”  To Vicky he said, “I think we’re in for some trouble.  Do what Reginald says and keep your kids with you.  And don’t get overly concerned with the announcements I am going to make.  I just want to be on the safe side.”  He ignored the questions that were coming and flicked a switch, then called into the make, “All hands, secure for collision.  Make sure the passengers are away from the sides, preferably inside.  Secure the boats, make sure everyone understand the need to be holding something secure and not under anything that can fall.  If you have time, get a life preserver on, but don’t get away from your stations.  If you don’t have some place to be, get to the barge lines.   Be prepared for some rapid course changes.  Engine room, bring all the engines up to full power and react quickly to any signals.”

Then Captain Marshall cut the power to the engines and put them in reverse just as the crusie ship in front of him jogged hard to the right.  Large ships act slow and this was far too slow as a line of barges which had apparently broken away from in front collided with the side of the big ship.  Collision horns sounded and there was a muffled explosion followed by a blinding flash of light as the natural gas in one of the barges ignited, almost blinding the captain.

“Oh my god,” Vicky said. 

The Barge and ship entangled and inflamed began to drift in the direction of the Zombie.  Marshall was on the radio reporting the incident with amazing calm, “Explosion at the 14 mile marker, just North of the Greater New Orleans Bridge.  There are six barges, almost certainly LNG, one of them has exploded and set the ship ablaze.  We are approximately half a mile south pushing two 100 foot barges loaded with 20,000 tons of asphalt, but we are in position to lend aid. Over”

“Stand down,” the radio said.  This is Coast Guard Command.  We will be sending a cutter to the scene, Over.”

“Stand down, roger.  You will need more than a cutter, they appear,” he was holding binoculars to his face, “to be attempting to lower boats.  The passenger ship appears to be full of passengers.  The wreck is bearing down on the bridge, suggest you connect to traffic control and shut down the bridge. over”

“Shut down the bridge?”  The voice registered disbelief. “over”

“If they don’t miss it, they will contact the bridge within  a few minutes, drifting a 3 miles per hour, they are less than a half a mile north.  Precautionary advice, over.”

The radio voice stopped. 

“Is there anything I can do?” Vicky asked.  “Too soon to tell.  Would you mind keeping an eye behind me.  I’ll keep looking, just let me know what you see. Chris, you check the two sides.”

To the radio he said, “Please clear all traffic on the river, over.”

“All Traffic?”  Again the voice sounded incredulous.  “over.”

“My recommendation, its already getting congested where I am and the worst is yet to come, the traffic behind me is too close for comfort. Over.”

“Those boats are getting close,” Vicky said.

The captain glanced back, “We’re ok for a few more minutes.  Where the hell is Reggie.”

Just then the mate re-entered the cabin with another man, as dark as the asphalt in the two barges being pushed by the tug.  “Glad you could make it, Art.”

“It is pretty chaotic down there.”

“Not as bad as it is on the cruise ship.” The captain nodded.  We’re going to have to make some quick decisions here.  There is a lot of traffic. I want to get these passengers below.”

“Can’t we stay up here?” Vicky asked.  “We won’t get in the way.”

“I’ll keep an eye on them,” Reggie volunteered when the captain hesitated. 

“It’s a bad idea to question the captain in an emergency,” Marshall said in a tone that yielded no quarter and Reggie said, “Aye,” turning to Vicky and Chris he started to say, “If you’d be so good…”

Then the captain said, “Belay that.  I need you up here.”  The boat, large and encumbered as it was shuddered as he increased the power to the forward propellers.  “What is it?”

“That ship is going to hit the bridge.”

No sooner did he say these words than a rending noise carried over the river.  There was a second explosion as one of the other barges banged into the one that was already aflame.

“Good god, it’s hit The GNO bridge with rush hour traffic!” Reggie yelled.

“Take the helm with me, Art,” the Captain said, “head for the wreck.”  As the large black man took a stand next to him, Marshall flipped a switch on the table in front of him and spoke into the speaker again, “We’re going to go forward on a rescue mission.  Get the hoses out.  It’s going to be dangerous if those tanks keep exploding, we have to try and stop it.  I want all rescue lines over the side, fashion ladders, get those people aboard, prepare to drop anchors forward, grapple, prepare to get away the skiff, I want a crew of three on it, I’ll send Reggie down to crew the skiff.  Prepare life rafts and life hoops to be thrown to survivors who can’t get to the ship.

There was debris in the water floating towards them, some of it smoldered or burned.  “What survivors?” Chris asked.  Then he realized the debris, was filled with people splashing around.