Tagged: Science

Turning Point

Tom Bisant dream’t he was an astronaut who just returned from a twenty year journey to Enceladus, Saturn’s moon. He rode a Super Stegosaurus rocket… It slipped through time on the wings of a Proton-Drive Engine.

Space surrounded Tom like a cold, black room. He saw a gray shadow, a stand-in for death. The shadow staggered across a make-shift stage while struggling to perform a song-and-dance routine. When he was a teenager Tom wanted to be a comedian, but he was never ready to perform in public so he became an astronaut instead. The dark hole of space gave him time to think and revise his comedy act.

When the ship landed on Enceladus Tom was met by a younger version of himself.


“Look… they see me coming and they want me to screw them. I’m a celebrity. Women let me do whatever I want.”

“Obviously,” Doctor Zosimo Kulio replied, “the stress of your new job is making you feel inadequate so you compensate with bravado.”

“Hey, what gives… I’m here for your support. I thought we had a deal.”

“Oh, dear… no deal… you were ordered by your manager to get an evaluation and, in my professional opinion, all your man talk is covering up a deep seeded sense of inadequacy and most likely homosexual tendencies.”

“Fake news!! You must be working for the networks. I’ll sue!!”


When Tom Bisant returned to Earth he was old. No one remembered him. People were no longer interested in space flight. Everyone retreated into Virtual Reality, self-contained versions of Paradise. Real world scenarios were too complicated to understand, let alone manage. The real world was binary and everyone was sold on digital. The binary world was characterized by conflict, opposites, compromise, and adjustment. The digital world was always perfect and seamless.

The memo slithered out of congress like a viper. The ruling party was committed to building a bigger, better swamp. The memo was a distraction meant to inhibit enforcement of the law.

There were aliens on Enceladus living beneath the ocean that covered the moon.

Tom was a relic. He tried to talk to his estranged lover who he hadn’t seen for twenty years. It was impossible to bridge the gap. She was no longer present. She slipped the moorings of time-and-space and hung quiescent in some VR holding cell. What can you say to an empty shell?

Tom faced disaster everywhere. Space was an escape. Back on Earth disaster loomed large. The doctor prescribed pain-killers and anti-anxiety medication. Thoughts of suicide increased (a side effect caused by the drugs). A dark street hid malicious intent: strangers suddenly appeared like ghosts, asking questions and demanding information. He worried constantly about unlocked doors and faulty electrical-wiring. The plumbing in his home moaned like a wounded elephant. The house creaked. The TV assaulted him with ads and news about government shut-downs and social unrest. Tom longed for the peace of Enceladus.

We all crave attention. We are obsessed with celebrities on TV. We are social creatures so we create terrifying acts of mass murder. We want to be remembered. It is impossible to escape danger. The sun gives Cancer. The air contains contaminants that lead to COPD.  


There is no way to justify an abduction in the middle of this narrative; still, it happened. Millie Vincent from Moorpark, Idaho was reported missing on the morning of February Fifth. Although she returned two days later, many unanswered questions remained. Where did she go and why? No one believed she was abducted by a UFO, but that’s what she described. UFO abductions are as common as cattle mutilations and crop circles, but no one believes those events occur either. Millie’s story had a strange twist. She recalled everything that happened on the UFO. Her description of the alien ship was like nothing ever reported before. The inside of the craft looked exactly like a karaoke bar with decor from the 1960’s. Rock music was blasting. A few gray aliens were also in attendance. Most surprising to Millie were the people in the bar. She recognized many government officials led by the Commander-in-Chef who let loose a disco rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner. The officials cheered, bowed, and praised his glory. The aliens took notes.


On Enceladus Tom Bisant confronted his younger self. The boy was fragile and insecure. He tried being the class clown in order to make friends. His comedy hung in the air like flatulence and Tom ended up in the Principal’s office. The boy was humiliated and wanted to commit suicide. His mother’s pills mixed with alcohol would do the trick. At the final moment the boy had a vision of himself as an astronaut. His life was saved.

Corporations gained profits and the stock market hit greater highs since the new president was elected. But, it was all negligible. There were rumors of a pole shift. The president was beginning to feel trapped by the fake news hammering him from every media outlet along with low poll ratings. A new plan was hatched. When in doubt spread the wealth, shore up the base, and lower taxes for power brokers and lobbyists. .

The administration supported a new Black Label miracle beverage to be marketed to all segments of the population. It was a scientific breakthrough that promised a universal cure-all and remedy for the ailments of old age. If people couldn’t afford to purchase the drink it would be given out for free. A Day of Reckoning and Reconciliation was declared when everyone (as one) would drink the Black Label.

Tom Bisant knew it was a sham. The life he led was make believe. He tried and failed would be written on his tombstone. His career as an astronaut and the journey to Enceladus happened in his brain after taking LSD while listening to Jimmy Hendricks. He confronted himself in his head… Time seemed to stop. When his turn came he would gladly sip the beverage along with everyone else.


the Secret (# 1)

He didn’t mean to kill his half-sister Emily; then, again, how can you kill a phantom.  Or was she … He was confused, a frequent occurrence of late –confusion — but that was to be expected.  His rotten tooth was killing him (that was the least of his problems) … there were the wars, economic breakdown, Syrian holocaust, political chicanery … and the lies.  But more than anything he was disturbed by his discovery of the Secret underlying all rational thought and scientific truth.   He kept seeing flashes of Emily in the mirror (out of the corner of his eye just before he turned around).  Her pale beauty glowed like an ethereal glacier.  She reminded him of a fashion model on steroids or a Goth drag-queen.  He was a scientist, Petronius Bix, Ph.D. —  a graduate from MIT with honors.  His major interest was Quantum Physics  and the mathematics that predicated reality.

Bix was also an individual who suffered from a host of mental aberrations including OCD and Bi-polar Disorder.   His suspicions about the nature of life and reality first surfaced in his teens when he discovered his father in the arms of a strange woman — mom was at work and he was supposed to be in school, but got bored and walked in on a profoundly disturbing scene.  His father,  a respected surgeon,  was having serial affairs  — he even had a child with a former mistress — the child was Emily.  The news of his half-sister was disclosed during the divorce proceedings.  Up until that time, Petronius worshiped his father — he idolized him as a totally rational man of science.  The incidents leading to the divorce shattered the young man’s world, but he turned his anguish into a compulsive drive to excel academically.  He succeeded brilliantly, but his deep anger and remorse churned inside his gut like broken glass.  His half-sister also became a scientist.  Bix kept bumping into Emily at scientific conferences.  They had a great deal in common besides a philandering father.  They began to rely on one another, first as friends and ultimately as lovers.  Emily was a great support — always encouraging Bix and helping him manage his negative symptoms … but it was never enough.  Petronius refused medication because it dulled his intellect.  He told himself he was a pioneer, an explorer of  arcane mathematical dimensions.  He needed to heighten his mental acuity.  Pills, he believed, would mummify his brain.

With Emily out of the way,  Bix could concentrate on the implications of his discovery.  Emily had become a distraction, always wanting “love,” always telling him what to do to make himself  “better.”  He knew he was as good as he could be, after all, he was a genius.  The few quirks he had were manageable.  Emily made it sound like he was a mental misfit, a psychopath.   But, he found getting rid of Emily was not as easy as he estimated — she kept coming back.  In the middle of his most delicate procedures she’d appear baring her breasts and rubbing between her naked legs, making Bix horny and regretting he ever dispatched her.  When he was horny he couldn’t work.  He had to fondle her clothes and dress in her panties.  He was so aroused  he had to go online pretending to be Emily, flirting with other avatars and engaging in virtual sex.    Ironically that was how Petronius Bix discovered the secret that led to his greatest invention.   He was having sex as Emily with an avatar known as the Specter:  mutual masturbation to porno images and texting.  The Specter was different from any of  Bix’s other contacts.  He texted in mathematical formulas.  It excited Bix/Emily like no other stimulant.  He was so excited he had an orgasm combined with a major breakthrough.  Bix realized he never had a half-sister — he was Emily all along.  His mind dealt with the trauma of his childhood by creating another personality to deal with the emotions aroused by the betrayal of his father.  Another, more important revelation followed:  Reality was created from emotional residue, not from any rational or mathematical precepts … and Reality could be altered by using certain “emotional keys.”  The Specter encouraged Bix in his new understanding — he described the discovery of the Higgs Boson Particle that would overturn every scientific theory invented to explain reality — leaving the door open to new dimensions and new realities.  The secret that Petronius Bix discovered was that he could re-invent the universe.  He could do anything if he had the right emotional keys.  Up to this point, his life and everything he believed was a lie.  The path ahead was clear, but first he needed to build a Time Machine.  (to be continued)