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2004-03-29 4:19 p.m. 1.5 the tangential indentity 10 09 2004G 23:23h cross temporal phase shifting is the least of my worries at this point. guns are being fired. i can smell cordite. my blood is dripping on to the pavement. the salty taste of it on my lips.. out of breath. alleyway exit. madly trying to recalibrate the shard. i'm holding a neurolink eye piece with 20% enrgy left in the core. i think we have about one minute before the guns start blazing. whole mess of stupid terran cops. 21st century. heartbeats racing. stupid fucking cops. they arent any smarter in the 23 century. we might be out of luck this time. demonik elf crystal. remind me....notate: do not time travel any more. o. and while i'm at it. never trust a pirate for the whole truth. stardate. 2323G 149DS lunar moon "i polarize in order to purify." the communcations speakers echo onto an empty bridge. "ikon?!"..........."ikon?!"............ nova listens to the call but is unable to answer. she is enfolded in space with a level 8 cloak. no communication response protocol. only in emrgencies. shh. sindhavatar gnomes. ice cubes. can hear anything. eyes piercing. code structures ruthlessly precise. tracking every pulse. every waveform. she waits. bridge empty. hidden. subspace. elfshards online. blinking. but where is ikon? >dialogik > neto > traj> gaia >>> 10091971G >> VANCOUVER BC >CANADA >> shard malfunction. >> temporal anomalies 15% >> paradox prob >> symbient archive notation: novatext: neto is going to have to wait at least 3 hours before i can run the computations to get him out of there. the sindhavatar are scanning for any major activity in the shards. must not attract attention. subspace communications to guardian for whereabouts of ikon.>> shard cloak modulation. disguise singals as pulsar waves. encode with guardian encryption 1320. priority status. emergency. temporal distortions. 23:24h 10092004G climbing a fireescape ladder and moving upwards. what am i looking for? an orb?. something. i have ended up in a tangential temporal scenario. there must be a reason. something threw off the shard. perhaps there's a fragment. maybe nova got the coordinates wrong. what the fuck?! out of breath. stop for a moment. look into the window of an apartment. on the shelf. in a box. a blue orb. glowing. ahh slipping in thru the slightly open window.. the orb appears to have ancient text hovering approximately 10mm above its surface. the language looks vaguely familiar. elvish most certainly. but what year is this? has to be 21st century. the newspaper said 2004. way before first known elvish contact. well not including the atlantean elves. perhaps this is...ahhh of course. an atlantean dream orb. so the mer wasnt off in her coordinates after all. makes sense. she must have seen the coordinates in the dreamspace. this orb must be creating a cross temporal distortion. it is out of atlantis which means it is a 5th dimensional object trapped in 4dimensional earth. high level magik. footsteps coming up to the door. running for the closet. this is so sitcom. do i jump out and say "hey i'm from the future and your orb is fucking up the timeline, and besides we need it to complete the last of the elvish riddles unlocking the lost planet of teleri"?. i hate time travel into the terran past. pre radial time cultures are so scared of the paradox. its almost impossible to convince them of anything. a small blonde haired woman with piercing green eyes walks into the room. she throws her jacket on a chair and begins to walk towards the shelf. she stops suddenly. she looks at the orb on the shelf and immediately turns her eyes towards the closet. typical. i'm going to get found out and have to try and explain. but in my opinion she has some explaining to do. i have to gain the upper hand. she's not going to fling the door open and have me attack with a freakin umbrella. i only have about 5 minutes before nova pulls the plug on me and i leap back to 2323. the orb might have to come with me, or else i will have to come back here again...before this date. back to the 20th century? no way. the blonde starts walking to towards my hiding space. fuck, leaping out and scaring her half to death i exclaim aloud "no time to really explain but i have to take that orb?" she says "not unless you take me with you" "temporal protocols will not allow me take a person out of the timeline" "i'm not from this timeline" "o. well uh. what timeline are you from?" "by this standard terran Gtime i am from 2323." "synchronous. and very convenient." "i know who you are too. you are neto aren't you? i've seen pictures of you all over the terran astrographik ship mainframe. you charted half of known space. you are supposed to be some sort of dangerous criminal" "oh. sooo dangerous. terrible really. terribly fucking clumsy and accidentally hasty. which is why i'm here and why in a couple of seconds i am going to dematerialize. i'm trying to figure out how i can recalibrate my shard to get us both out of here." neto begins some more fiddling with his elvish crystal. (note...these motions look like a cross between karate and tai chi..but just with hands over top of the shard). "hey..whats yer story anyways? how did you end up here? " "this miserable atlantean hell orb" says the woman, pointing at the orb on the shelf "i was studying it in the terran anthropological ship. i was cross referencing its symbols with ancient atlantean manuscripts supposedly discovered below the atlantik ocean. but i think they were cross temporally placed. i started mapping and chanting and then suddenly i was floating thru a hyperspatial like melting gridwork. i appeared here. in 1999. i've been here for over 4 years. all my information on the ancient elvish dialect was left on the ship where i was studying. i've just been waiting here." "well, you won't have to wait much longer." i say, still frantically trying to align the shard frequencies to this temporal stream. my eye crystal glass is reading massive distortions coming from the orb. no shit. "hey, what's your name?" "my name is astra" . she walks over towards me, ", you are bleeding. let me help with that".she walks over to her shelf and takes out a 24th century medical scan unit." "NO! don't use that here. the more we mess with things in this timeline the more we will have to handle when we get back. its best that we just try to get this elvish tech online and get back. we'll deal with my injuries on nova" "nova?! you are going to take me to nova?" astra looks amazed. "in the procession, nova is the stuff of legend" "well, we might have to erase your memories of this on your return to the anthropology lightship" i say, winking. " ya. standard procedure for temporal anomalies." "are you going to erase your mind too?" she says "hands on hips. "not necessary", i say " i have been studying these shards for years. trust me, its all in the math. o wait. just a second...i've almost got it..yessssssssssssssssssssS" suddenly the walls of the apartment melt and they are travelling thru the circuits. always seems like forever in the circuitry. now. holding onto the shard and navigating the neural link. astra's presence is like a cloud beside him. they drift as waves of patterned form. they are turning thru corridors and circuit intersections in the blink of an eye. bam they both materialze in the temporal kiva on deck 5 of nova. ikon is sitting at the control interface. "nice one!" says ikon. "oooh. drew blood. must have been a nightmare" ikon helps the tus up from the floor where we have collapsed in a heap, " welcome aboard. astra i believe, isnt it? i guess we've sort of been expecting you. your presence hit the shard loop about 20 mins.ago" "uh ikon? where in the glactik trajectories were you? i was almost killed in that barbarik past tangent." i look hard at ikon who's face has the same straight expression as always. "i was on guardian's ship. had to beam out before the sinhavatar traced my biofeedback. mer was here tho. she was down on her pod. i think that pod needs a cloak real fast." astra is in awe "holy shit! its a full on sentient crystalline matrix!" "where's mer too.?! i want to discuss her relationship to rogue co-ordinates." ikon looks at me, "if you didnt go into that timeframe there's an 87% probability that the timeline would have been unalterably fractured. "thats not how time works and you know it", i say heading towards the interface "regardless, we have this orb now and i bet she's going to covet its magnificent sparkliness. in fact, i beleive its atlantean" astra speaks up from behind neto. "damn straight its atlantean. but there's a hitch. it wasnt made by the classical atlantean order. i think its a replica" "only one person trades in replicas that perfect" says ikon. "psilli!" i say. "of course. well he's coming here tonight for mer's potion party no? we'll spring it on him and see what he knows." "o ya." remarks ikon "guardian has expressed his desire to attend mer's soiree. he says he has a special potion for her. i guess astra here gets to be part of the festivities eh? we're a long way from terran astrographiks now. nova wont run elf tech for at least a week." neto. "well well. i guess you are in for a bit of an advanced lesson in terran elvish relations" "what do you mean?" asks astra. i look at her with as much mock seriousness as i can muster. "you ever met an elf?"