Science Fiction History of Enduring Prophesy
The series Includes: 1880, 1950, 1990, 2030
By Joe Vojt
Technological background is based on real science. The following areas were included but not limited to these technologies; infrared, optics, image motion, a phenomenon known as pulsation that is when gases absorb particles and scatter. From my research I used a variety of technical data. An example: all objects because of the thermal agitation of their molecules naturally emit radiation. This motion increases when the object temperature is raised but when it decreases, the temperature is lowered. Since all molecules are electrical charges, the oscillations molecules cause the radiation of electromagnetic energy. When the electromagnetic energy emitted by a source reaches another body, it may reflect or be transmitted. But if absorbed it can cause heating.
When radiation travels through the atmosphere it is mostly considered being in a non-uniform matter. This minimum loss allowed me to accept an atmospheric window. Radiation received from any object has a given wavelength with the following known quantities, self-emitted radiation, surface radiation that reflects, and some that does not. I used a mosaic configuration to construct the Triskalon skin because it had many microscopic particles of sand that insulated each layer of skin from each other. Plus, it had to protect all the penetration of the normal forms of radiation. A series of equally spaced parallel layers of skin formed an angle of dispersion. It looked something like fish scale, but the surface was more high tech. By spacing the skin it actually blocked the radiation. When the light source was larger than the layers, diffraction would not occur, thus creating an invisible mass in my novel known as the Triskalon civilization. Infrared emissivity of any object is not equal or even similar to visual human reflection. Skin or clothes do not influence infrared radiance.
Gases passing through air density, at random turbulence can result in some image restoration. Particle visualization helps to synchronize some of the incipient deformation. I wove holographic techniques and fiber optics concepts as to impact a variety of visual observation. The word Triskalon came from triskelion, meaning a figure consisting of three curved lines radiating from one common center.
During the early eighteenth century when the earth’s surface was at peace, volleys of meteorites were visibly crashing deep into the desert region known as NuNac. That southeastern desert region covered the following states, Nevada, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, and Colorado/California. At that time the land held mostly Native American Indians with cowboys. Miners also lived through-out the scattered region.
These meteors began endlessly burying themselves into the southeastern desert region. The land areas covered one and half million miles of mostly open sand including scattered mountain regions. The intensity of the meteorite action went unnoticed, because this tract of unproductive land covered a massive land area. While the impact could only be felt echoing around the many surrounding mountain ranges, it was not considered important.
At first glance this residual matter did not appear foreign to the earth’s= surface, but continuous changes occurred. As the dust particles disintegrated these grains of sand slowly spread throughout the NuNac area. As the granular substance spewed out of its miniature crevices new rock formations began appearing.
Then for some unexplained tempest that lasted for days, the scattered sand dunes triggered massive rings of fire. This turbulence activated the area with destruction by consuming all the odd shaped meteor granules that once laid peacefully in the wild open country. Now these hot particles rapidly mixed and expanded, forming burning coarse elements. These hot particles began covering every human form it touched. A dying universe of a million years past began flourishing in NuNac.
Like a tempest storm this new mixture continued penetrating ever deeper into the earth’s= molten rock formations. At the same time it combined with the surface remnants of the massive sand. Gradually a unique compound appeared that began filling in all the open fissures. At first this modification went completely unobstructed, but the substance slowly tainted the local region. The reality of how this would alter life went beyond any bodies understanding, because it was invisible. No one would have conceived the outcome of this innocent but mysterious phenomenon. Life on earth changed, but who could have thought there would be any transformations.
The few inhabitants that saw this event considered everything a devilish act. In the meanwhile this endless pit of sand began increasing. Everyone knew this mixture of sand was harmless and they never thought that this event came from another planet. Yet for some reason not one person would wander near this increasing sight that glowed, fearing that maybe demons could have landed. To add this confusion during the darkness there appeared signs of life. Changes began within this ominous wasteland. But most of the general population figured, that what could not be seen or counted did not exist. So the mystery of another living spectrum never crossed their minds. By accepting that simple fact, they knew that the unproductive of sand could never influence any type of life.
The Living Life of Our Soul
Immortality of the written word has driven many writers and this can only be explained by a very personal feeling, called life. To be driven beyond any human goal sets the mind to reach beyond itself. Knowing we must and will end up in the same heap of human decay does not foster success. Reaching beyond that common thought can make or break any person, at any time. When the call comes, who is ever ready or in fact prepared?
We all know deep inside that life is only a one time occurrence, yet we close our eyes, psyche, and thoughts regarding this painful reality. Maybe it does not apply equally to me. You ask for some direction, but there is none. Searching deep within your own soul and finding anything but the obvious stays hidden.
Another minute, another hour, works for your peace of mind as these moments turn into days, weeks and end up in years. How much can any one person recall from days past? Or years, never mind the minutes or hours of another time and place. So how much value can be placed on these very precious elements we call time?
All the value there is, because we are here to measure and feel the pain or joy of what they offer daily. Without them you become a thought of the past, in time just another grain of sand, and dust that can never rebuild what you were. Who will judge or how will you be judged in the one measurable element we all possess? Life is not a game, but each person plays by some rule of its past. By ever building from the day of breathing, to your last breathe of life.
Life is a mystery that painful reality has never overcome, we feel immortal, and in time that same mystery ends. Should that tell you not to do or to do the things that would make a difference in your life or in fact anyone’s life? What meaning can anyone draw from the inner most feelings past or future? How does that affect the most important element, today? It gets cold or hot and with that the earth turns and all the past days now play their on you.
Have you seen what a difference it can make? Now you sit, stand, walk, or even run. Does it matter? Yes, as long as that body breathes, that can never be taken for granted. Each mouthful of air makes the time last. Yet resting does nothing, but allows the battery of life to regain its strength for another day, another time, and so it goes. Should it be different? How would we know? Life is living and death is forever resting.
The Inn of Life A Short Story Collection
The old, the young and in between, mix like any stew for what is seen as life within the Inn. The psychology of working with people creates opportunity for lifestyle embellishments in the world of fiction that includes many forms, science fiction, and mystery are but an example. At the same time, this allows the resource of the mind to look beyond the stars for tomorrow’s future. There are no limits, be it above earth or below the sky and even underneath the blue waters. Drawing from history, photography, music, or even the sciences guide the interests that become captivating. This moves the person into that facade. Current events turn into history that guides the future by allowing the thought process to move into the next stage.
Creating concepts of what the mind’s eye sees is what a writer’s life replicates. Every stop, every thought, leads the intellect to continue. Technology with imagination completes the cycle of a writer, this evaluation has grown through many years of putting words into a deep desire. Writing is never a lonely art form if you allow it to enchant what your perception offers. My rules in the creative process have increased through time, similar to vintage wine. There a good years and there are acceptable years, but the strength is always moving forward. This never stops until there is no path of air running through the body and spirit. I like to phrase Joseph Conrad. Illusion: “Words, as is well known, are great foes of reality.”
THE INN OF LIFE
People meet from all over to eat a breakfast meal, because it’s a deal. Many walks of life gather at the table for a morning chat. Time passes and other people move on, without ever knowing what was missed. Or was it missed where we were not? Every morning brings life anew, knowing full well that who came are distinct. The old, the young and in between, mix like any stew for what is seen as life within the Inn.
Each day is new but the same, working hard with the melting pot of cultures and exchanges of ideas. People are aged and young, skinny and fat, happy and sad, but keep on moving through the Inn of life. Those that leave and never come back have experienced what few will ever understand. Each day is what nature offers to the table, and it is our own self that must pick up the sections that are ingrained in our own soul.
The sun, the rain, the wind, the clouds cannot be controlled, but become the essence of our spirit. We reflect on all the elements of nature and feel blue or happy and you ask yourself, “Who controls our inner self? Can we stop the rain, or the wind? Will the sun make us happy or the blue sky sad?” Everyday brings another element, but life is a part of nature and that has always been taken for granted.
How do we feel about what is real? Is it under our control? If that is so, why then do we not offer something for the table? Taking what is given makes it feel natural. We learn to accept what is granted, with the understanding that all this is mine. True in human nature and in the mind, but sharing what others have cannot be kind. Even knowing there is nothing allowed in return, but that one single idea, “Peace, Love, and Forgiveness.”
Those are the components of life that become basic and mostly overlooked. You force yourself to reach deep within what you are and accept what has to be. Life is real and what you give; you will get, once you accept the true meaning of, “The Inn of life.”
Freedom Trail/Controlled Armageddon
Freedom and Unity
In the Green Mountain region of Vermont, there once was a secret German SS laboratory operating in a hidden cave network. This was during World War II and it included one-hundred-fifty Polish slave laborers. The official German records for the summer of 1944 listed 1.4 million captured Polish civilian workers. Most were considered prisoners of war in the territory of the “Greater German Reich.” At that time, every non-German was required to wear a badge, and for the Polish, it was the letter “P” (for “Pole”). Many of these laborers never returned home to Poland because they perished in the terrible conditions of overwork. Some ended in the compulsory labor camps and even in concentration camps. Others were executed as real or perceived saboteurs.
Some of the Polish labor came from the Goslar’s German arms facilities. They unknowingly ended up working in the secret German SS laboratory. The secret German SS laboratory by design diverted natural spring water that normally ran through the mountains. This water contained a chief component known as amphoteric organic acid. The ingredient had the ability to change the molecular structure of the water. While in the laboratory there never was a thought about how the water would influence the Polish slave labor pool. The purification process had been endured every time they were forced through mandatory sequenced showers. Every SS guard and all of the German workers were forced to take the process or die. No one thought that the shower process was different in any way.
In 1945, there was a mild earthquake in this region. Four people managed to escape from the hidden laboratory. Lech Makowski and Oles Dolinski where Polish slave laborers, plus two German SS guards that aided in the breakout. The four managed to crawl through a small opening in the stone rubble and escaped into the Green Mountain region of Vermont.
While inside most of the remaining Polish slave laborers including all the SS workers with the SS leaders where scattered in panic. Everyone was mesmerized. While the slave laborers had to continue working in the grand laboratory operation. Even when the laboratory started to crumble, scattering debris, solid earth, and rocks, the German leaders forced the population to keep working. The German leaders forced the population to keep working. While the doctors, scientists, and technicians rushed around trying to save the laboratory.
All the efforts could not save what nature reclaimed. It was like a miracle when nature covered the past sins of the evil humanity. Within an instant the laboratory in Vermont disappeared without a trace. It left a field of stone sentries where there once was a hidden cave.
During the terror four surviving shadows had no clue that they were in Vermont, whose motto is “Freedom and Unity.” It was unknown at that time that the molecule structure of the amphoteric organic acid water had the ability to extend life. The strange part was that it only affected all the Polish slave laborers including Lech and Oles.
********* Controlled Armageddon *********
With the dawning of the 21st century a new era affected the-powerful structure of the United States and shook the foundation of freedom that could not be controlled for the betterment of mankind. The destiny of this nation was erected on the foundation of freedom for all, but not all were allowed their freedom of choice.
While in all its glory, the power of the morning sunrise was being blanketed with a misty substance that began covering the peaceful western coastal mountains. As far as the eye could see, mysterious pods began slowly ripening on the surfaces of mother earth of the United States. These massive pods remained unexplained, but began splitting and discharging a mature mist. The weather conditions in the west were ideal, lifting groups of these mysterious pods through the jet stream heading east. They continued splitting and discharging an unknown penetrating vapor through the mainland gradually neutralizing the land of freedom.
The massive screen covered the American land from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic including the Gulf of Mexico, plus the land border of Canada and Mexico. The ceiling had a barrier of one-thousand miles high preventing any penetration the mysterious maturing mist. Far below the noisy modern earth, a group of leaders gathered to hear what one man had to say. R. Edwin Gski in his late forties, being articulate spoke with pride, “We have never forgotten the reverence of living in harmony with nature. At midnight it will be Friday, February 30th, 1996, not March as expected and it will be the advent of New Years Eve, March 1st 1700. This celebration-less day will change all of the Americas. Even the calendars and time frame will be changed. An unprecedented transition that has never been seen in the history of mankind will occur.”
When the population on the West Coast heard that the day was advertised as Friday, February 30th, 1996, no one knew that the Controlled Armageddon began. Yet the United States population knew they could only accept that it was Friday, March 1st, 1996, but in reality the unknown calendar had mysteriously extended another day to the last day of February. All the calendars hanging on the walls in every American home suggested that it was really March 1st. What the vast United States population could not phantom or even accept that the reality of this change would haunt them the rest of their lives. It didn’t take long, because it became secondary compared to the transformation of the effect of the massive pods. Their course would guide the United States to their future survival. By reaching into the past by bringing up the future, it draws from history and technology (Virtual Reality) with a touch of fantasy that is what makes this novel unique, at best thought provoking. Surviving without modern technologies devises and or convinces, society is left with only one option. Follow the masses and learn how the people handled the shock under duress. Experience how a selected group broke out but remained trapped by the safeguards the Native Americans had in place. Reading will not only surprise you, but it could someday occur. Traveling through space in your mind can have an ever lasting psychological impact where fancy is the driver. This novel has a complex interweaving of life, with seventy unique characters covering the attitudes of a mixed society. Pulling from all walks of life made this an intriguing event. Controlled Armageddon leaves an everlasting psychological impact.
Author’s Native American Research
& Technical Background
Research began in 1995 with the following Native American references. Encyclopedia of Native American Tribes, Native American Crafts & Skills, Native North America, The Indian in America’s Past, The North American Review Volume 241 March 1936, Atlas of American History, Word Dance, American Indian Myths and Legends, The Native American Almanac, New Hope for the Indians, Myths of the North American Indians.
Technical background for this novel was extensive. The following technologies were included, climatological terms, quantum physics of time travel, principle of superposition, geology, stress response syndromes, virtual Reality techniques added the final visual impact.
Friday, February 30th, 1996
Local Bar in Chinatown, CA
Out of the morning spring mysterious pods appeared on the surfaces in the peaceful western coastal mountains. With retarded disbursement, the pods slowly opened via the West to East coast airflow. The conditions were ideal for this distribution as the pods continued to neutralize the continental main land of the United States. While in a Local Bar in Chinatown, CA, Joe Lumus an Oriental Asian sat sipping his Manhattan watching the TV above the bar. The lights began flickering as the barmaid Sandy Basquet walked by.
Joe looked up at the redhead Sandy, “Not paying your electric bills lately?”
“Funny, look at that bulletin.”
Pointing to the TV screen. “Nine states in the West have lost or have experienced intermittent power failures. These conditions were reported in Nevada, CA, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Colorado, Idaho, Oregon and Washington State.”
“Wow, I wonder what this is all about?” Joe said.
“I guess we have to wait awhile and maybe there will be more information.”
“Odd how the news was cut short, and there was no real explanation for these events.”
“I am sure they will make up for that in time.”
“I know, but it’s not like them to miss the opportunity to bill up the sensation on any event. Oh mix me another drink this one tastes flat.”
“Sure Joe. You know it’s not for me to talk, but you have been hitting it pretty heavy.”
At that moment, the TV broke through with another updated bulletin. “The power failure that struck parts of the western region during the sweltering days knocked out local air conditions and traffic signals in the region. LA has a third of the city with about half a million customers without power. This has forced hospitals and airports to use their emergency power and at the same time, shopping malls are closing. Traffic is snarled and the police have been placed on tactical alert, keeping all officers on duty. While in Las Vegas, gambling continued because most of the casinos have a system of backup generators. During all this confusion, the general public stood around hoping to God that the power would be restored. People that felt trapped in the casinos were guided out by employees with flashlights.”
“Life in the 20th century is getting complicated as we approach that millennium,” Joe said.
“True, but you know nothing will ever change, as we grow old more people come into the mix, making bigger demands.”
As he sipped on his drink, “Maybe, you know we are just in the mid twenties of our lives and by the way, what have you been doing to these drinks?” He said.
“What is wrong by being in the twenties? By the way, I do not know what you are talking about regarding that drink. I just opened a new bottle.”
“Here taste it,” pushing the glass toward her.
“Joe, you know I don’t drink.”
“At least smell it.”
Tipping her head slightly, “I can’t smell anything.”
“A female purest of the new upcoming 21st century, this drink just isn’t right.”
Pushing it away, “Where is Sid Hy?” Joe asked.
“In the back room, I will ring him if you want?”
“No don’t bother; I guess I have had enough for a while.”
As Joe stood, the lights began flickering for a longer duration, “I see you must be cutting down on also paying your bills.” Laughing he walked into the misty day of the morning.