Third Eye Vision

Add to the stack and physics engines. Codehex

Zak's phone buzzed. Opening his Knight Tech App he read through Fred's latest message.

"The team doesn't know the whole scope. Timing is of the essence. There are spies in the tank. With multiple timelines at steak, open communications are risky. We have already lost a few worlds to this nonsense. Can you explain to the team that I'm not the one controlling it? I have just seen parts of the picture and I only relay the experience. My powers have yet to even come into full effect (yet). We must weed out the reprobates. It is obvious that a line in the sand has been drawn. It is all ones and zeros from here on out."




Jack White
Over and over.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n0PUXewaC0

From: unknown_dude
To: Knight Tech

International Association of Time Travelers: Members’ Forum
Subforum: Europe – Twentieth Century – Second World War
Page 263

11/15/2104
At 14:52:28, FreedomFighter69 wrote:
Reporting my first temporal excursion since joining IATT: have just returned from 1936 Berlin, having taken the place of one of Leni Riefenstahl’s cameramen and assassinated Adolf Hitler during the opening of the Olympic Games. Let a free world rejoice!


At 14:57:44, SilverFox316 wrote:
Back from 1936 Berlin; incapacitated FreedomFighter69 before he could pull his little stunt. Freedomfighter69, as you are a new member, please read IATT Bulletin 1147 regarding the killing of Hitler before your next excursion. Failure to do so may result in your expulsion per Bylaw 223.

At 18:06:59, BigChill wrote:
Take it easy on the kid, SilverFox316; everybody kills Hitler on their first trip. I did. It always gets fixed within a few minutes, what’s the harm?

At 18:33:10, SilverFox316 wrote:
Easy for you to say, BigChill, since to my recollection you’ve never volunteered to go back and fix it. You think I’ve got nothing better to do?

11/16/2104
At 10:15:44, JudgeDoom wrote:
Good news! I just left a French battlefield in October 1916, where I shot dead a young Bavarian Army messenger named Adolf Hitler! Not bad for my first time, no? Sic semper tyrannis!

At 10:22:53, SilverFox316 wrote:
Back from 1916 France I come, having at the last possible second prevented Hitler’s early demise at the hands of JudgeDoom and, incredibly, restrained myself from shooting JudgeDoom and sparing us all years of correcting his misguided antics. READ BULLETIN 1147, PEOPLE!

At 15:41:18, BarracksRoomLawyer wrote:
Point of order: issues related to Hitler’s service in the Bavarian Army ought to go in the World War I forum.

11/21/2104
At 02:21:30, SneakyPete wrote:
Vienna, 1907: after numerous attempts, have infiltrated the Academy of Fine Arts and facilitated Adolf Hitler’s admission to that institution. Goodbye, Hitler the dictator; hello, Hitler the modestly successful landscape artist! Brought back a few of his paintings as well, any buyers?

At 02:29:17, SilverFox316 wrote:
All right; that’s it. Having just returned from 1907 Vienna where I secured the expulsion of Hitler from the Academy by means of an elaborate prank involving the Prefect, a goat, and a substantial quantity of olive oil, I now turn my attention to our newer brethren, who, despite rules to the contrary, seem to have no intention of reading Bulletin 1147 (nor its Addendum, Alternate Means of Subverting the Hitlerian Destiny, and here I’m looking at you, SneakyPete). Permit me to sum it up and save you the trouble: no Hitler means no Third Reich, no World War II, no rocketry programs, no electronics, no computers, no time travel. Get the picture?

At 02:29:49, SilverFox316 wrote:
PS to SneakyPete: your Hitler paintings aren’t worth anything, schmuck, since you probably brought them directly here from 1907, which means the paint’s still fresh. Freaking n00b.

At 07:55:03, BarracksRoomLawyer wrote:
Amen, SilverFox316. Although, point of order, issues relating to early 1900s Vienna should really go in that forum, not here. This has been a recurring problem on this forum.

11/26/2104
At 18:26:18, Jason440953 wrote:
SilverFox316, you seem to know a lot about the rules; what are your thoughts on traveling to, say, Braunau, Austria, in 1875 and killing Alois Hitler before he has a chance to father Adolf? Mind you, I’m asking out of curiosity alone, since I already went and did it.

At 18:42:55, SilverFox316 wrote:
Jason440953, see Bylaw 7, which states that all IATT rulings regarding historical persons apply to ancestors as well. I post this for the benefit of others, as I already made this clear to young Jason in person as I was dragging him back from 1875 by his hair. Got that? No ancestors. (Though if anyone were to go back to, say, Moline, Illinois, in, say, 2080 or so, and intercede to prevent Jason440953’s conception, I could be persuaded to look the other way.)

At 21:19:17, BarracksRoomLawyer wrote:
Point of order: discussions of nineteenth–century Austria and twenty–first–century Illinois should be confined to their respective forums.

12/01/2104
At 15:56:41, AsianAvenger wrote:
FreedomFighter69, JudgeDoom, SneakyPete, Jason440953, you’re nothing but a pack of racists. Let the light of righteousness shine upon your squalid little viper’s nest!

At 16:40:17, BigTom44 wrote:
Well, here we frickin’ go.

At 16:58:42, FreedomFighter69 wrote:
Racist? For killing Hitler? WTF?

At 17:12:52, SaucyAussie wrote:
AsianAvenger, you’re not rehashing that whole Nagasaki issue again, are you? We just got everyone calmed down from last time.

At 17:22:37, LadyJustice wrote:
I’m with SaucyAussie. AsianAvenger, you’re making even less sense than usual. What gives?

At 18:56:09, AsianAvenger wrote:
What gives is everyone’s repeated insistence on a course of action which, even if successful, would only save a few million Europeans. It would be no more trouble to travel to Fuyuanshui, China, in 1814 and kill Hong Xiuquan, thus preventing the Taiping Rebellion of the mid–nineteenth century and saving fifty million lives in the process. But, hey, what are fifty million yellow devils more or less, right, guys? We’ve got Poles and Frenchmen to worry about.

At 19:01:38, LadyJustice wrote:
Well, what’s stopping you from killing him, AsianAvenger?

At 19:11:43, AsianAvenger wrote:
Only to have SilverFox316 undo my work? What’s the point?

At 19:59:23, SilverFox316 wrote:
Actually, it seems like a pretty good idea to me, AsianAvenger. No complications that I can see.

At 20:07:25, Big Chill wrote:
Go for it, man.

At 20:11:31, AsianAvenger wrote:
Very well. I shall return in mere moments, the savior of millions!

At 20:14:17, LadyJustice wrote:
Just checked the timeline; congrats on your success, AsianAvenger!

12/02/2104
At 10:52:53, LadyJustice wrote:
AsianAvenger?

At 11:41:40, SilverFox316 wrote:
AsianAvenger, we need your report, buddy.

At 17:15:32, SilverFox316 wrote:
Okay, apparently AsianAvenger was descended from Hong Xiuquan. Any volunteers to go back and stop him from negating his own existence?

12/10/2104
At 09:14:44, SilverFox316 wrote:
Anyone?

At 09:47:13, BarracksRoomLawyer wrote:
Point of order: this discussion belongs in the Qing Dynasty forum. We’re adults; can we keep sight of what’s important around here?




Highly Suspect- Bloodfeather
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Zf7lgMpTXA

Fred's drive back from Reno was eventless unless he were to count the odd photo he took... the odds of that bug crawling onto his finger... only hours after mentioning it, were outrageous. After making a delivery of some computer hard drives for Zak, Fred's trip back to the lab was filled with a befuddled awe.

Upon getting to the lab and back to his desk and chair, Fred noticed a package waiting for him. He lazily tore it open while making a pot of coffee. As the water began to percolate, Fred sat with the package, noting its postage stamp from Maine and pulled out its contents. First he saw a blue Movidius AI thumb drive followed by a manilla envelope. Opening the envelope he slid the contents out on the desk. What he was looking at he couldn't quite comprehend but oddly it somehow made perfect sense.



Come A Little Closer by Cage The Elephant
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JExIOksfhV0

In so far, 2 teraflops. The skeleton sniffer had been sorting all the core's backlogs. Other projects that Zackari had on the back burner were beginning to culminate. Hotly debated issues had mostly been settled amongst the Think Tank. Now a mild exhilaration simmered amongst the team as certain projects began to flow into a more "synergetic" direction.

Between Zak's skill as a true programing wizard and Fred's inability to stop daydreaming, the two have sparked off true inspirational magic from each other. Insofarasinmuch: The last two weeks had seen them develop a highly sophisticated approach to the "issue of core six". Fred had called the project B.F.B. or Big Fucking Bug. Zak had called the project file: "Maculata".
The team had voted for the former.

The proposal was to hack the core. Two thirds of the team didn't like that idea at all or thought it would never work. Some thought it reckless, or outright dangerous. But Leadership had weighed in. Instead of going through the front door, they were going to go around back. Or through the abdomen to be exact.

Enter: PROJECT DINOCAMPUS C.C.C.
Code Name: PROJECT B.F.B.

Based on the throw away suggestion of Fred, Zak had been secretly inspired and had put part of his team onto a new job. To develop the first Hyper Torsion programming algorithms and processors; although the team had already been knee deep in development of a new D-Wave A.I. system (Code Name: Checkered Rabbit). At this point, some ten weeks in, the Beta version of the Platonic Solid Rotational Fields needed testing in a real time environment. Patching to Core 6 was no more than plugging in the app but cracking the security programing language was seemingly impossible, more than a guess if anything. Analytics showed some likely approaches, none of which were held in any high regard by the "Knights" (those in service to Knight Tech). Yet Zak was persistent and there was a new game in town: Quasicrystals.

Dubbed the "Twin-Serpentiums" a virus had been developed by the Knights. Fred said it was more like a UFO. And for the most part, he was right. There were two hyperspatial coiled processors built upon the principals of Rodin Coil mathematics and Nikola Tesla's engineering technologies. The two coiled processors each having its own designation, one Yin, the other Yang. In between the two processors Zak had built a stabilization platform for sub routines called "The Island" in order for Ying to communicate to Yang they needed to go through The Island first. In order to go to the island Ying and Yang needed bridges. But Zak had specifically made sure to build retractable bridges. He called them Drawbridges. Coil Yin, The Island and Coil Yang operated in unison as a whole enclosed system like a brain, or bacteria, or like some occupants inside an alien disk.

The beauty of Fred's ideas and Zak's extraordinary skills had manifested into a whole new invention. Scalable Codes. Built on Vector mathematics and the Knight Tech. technology, they had not only built a whole self contained operating system that was autonomous but it was also invisible. It contained massive amounts of data, all quantumly encrypted, scaled on Zak's Fractaled Torsion Vector scripts, uploaded and stored not only to the cloud, but into the very fabric of nature itself. He was uploading and downloading from atoms themselves! All accessible by voice command. Future projects included mind linkage to the system.

Project B.F.B. consists of creating a parasitic wasp like virus which would insert itself akin to the genis Dinocampus Coccinellae, yet instead of killing the host/core, the BFB VIRUS, acts like callback skeleton sniffers, or MITM attacks. It copies all and replicates surrogates, all of which act as a clan, hive or brood. The BFB Virus (BFBV) builds a hierarchical hive of minds. These minds are all their own until activated. Once activated, they are known as "The Driven". Due to the nature of Quasi-Mechanics, these programs can be activated or deactivated at any point in the nodule grid (either real world or contained). It is in this logic that Fred had determined that instead of being a surrogate to Core 6 rules make the Core your surrogate. The rest would be the R&D Department and reverse engineering.

In the previous three Beta tests only 8D dimensional programing had been applied. The version currently running (Beta v4.011) had been updated to to D256 (8X32). And just like primitive screens of the 1990's, 256 colors wasn't very much and so Fred suspected that the potential discovery of more than D256 was exponentially high. In any case, it was all exciting. A literal Pandora's Box had been opened.
The work? It was like Zen to Fred. Keeping his mind off of more sullen things. Zak too, for all his ambition seemed to be wrapped into the work. Beta 1 & 2 used simple spheres as avatars but the addition of The Island's Rotational Physics in Beta 3 allowed for users to create their own avatars. As of (Beta v4.011), the most popular avatar used by Knights is "The Dark Raven" (submitted by McShiphtie_106 *claps*). Followed by "Knight Widows" and "Skeeter Hawx" (submitted by ShearFright & Gotterdunn). Honorable mention was given to Apache_9 for his "Skinwalker" rendition.

Several dozen other avatars, skins and textures have been added weekly. Graphics are in high demand and Zak was thinking he might have to outsource for a larger art department. Fred would like that too. Although they have the world as a sandbox in their hands, they didn't have enough apps to run it... yet.

Project BFB was the first known exploratory vehicle of its kind. Dimensional A.I.>

Fred was rendering a Werewolf in Blender when his phone and pc beeped simultaneously. Opening his Knight App he read:

Possible Return on Iapetus Ping?

----------------------------
Remove torment
80 5 30 50 700 5° ? 100 50 80 30 5 40 100 = 1275 = twin planet = 1275
Remove testment
80 5 30 50 700 5° ? 100 5 90 100 30 5 40 100 = 1340 = in an y event = 1340
a) remove tora net? =1246
80 5 30 50° ? 100 50 80 1° ? 40 5 100 =1246 = forever immortal = vertical ascension =1246
b) scala x brothership to mothership? =1497
90 31 20 1° ? 300° ? 2 80 50 100 8 5 80 90 8 9 60° ? 100 50° ? 30 50 100 8 5 80 90 8 9
60=1497=day of new ark=1497
c) c lock shadow souls? =1589
3°? 20 50 3 10° ? 90 8 1 4 50 900°? 90 50 200 20 90=1589=The galactic center and jupiter=an
entire different world=1589
d) i mandatora event o port? =1506
9°? 30 1 40 4 1 100 50 80 1° ? 5 700 5 40 100° ? 50° ? 60 50 80 100=1506=extinction event=return
to yourself=this is the end of all the devils=1506
e) clared at ice ceed eden pin? =411
3 20 1 80 5 4°? 1 100° ? 935° ? 3 5 5 4° ? 5 4 5 40° ? 60 9 40=411=great sophia=gods taking
home=411
f) see eden deep in pi? =346
90 5 5° ? 5 4 5 40° ? 4 5 5 60° ? 9 40° ? 60 9=346=the center=gaia ascension=the great i am
g) transport nova gaia? =1410
100 80 1 40 90 60 50 80 100° ? 40 50 700 1° ? 7 1 9 1=1410=first taken of the saved=a twin
soul=1410
h) Awake in subtle rota in end? =1712
1 900 1 10 5° ? 9 40° ? 90 200 2 100 20 5° ? 80 50 100 1° ? 9 40° ? 5 40 4=1712=her holy door=holy
grail destroyed magic mirror=key to the word=1712
i) relax in code clare ced at i ?=748
80 5 20 1 300° ? 9 40° ? 3 50 45° ? 3 20 1 80 5° ? 3 5 4° ? 1 100° ? 9=748=return home=galactic spiral
of creation=my mission=i am the holy grail=748
j) off disc conected? =378
50 6 6°? 4 9 90 3°? 3 50 40 5 3 100 5 4 =378=process=its all in place=rename logos=this one final
-------------------- Nothing follows -----------------------

 No matter their efforts, Zak nor Mudi could access the 6th Core. They'd been locked out.

  Fred awoke on the lab couch to the sound of Gooch coming through the door. He quickly sat himself upright, accidentally kicking over an empty beer can. 

 To: FM

From: ZT

Looking up from his phone, Zak smiled at Fred. "Look here". Zak pointed to his computer screen. "This is the partitioned environment coding. This is where we could see all the data inside your mindscape while you were out."

Fred squinted towards the screen, his face rather blank. Zak proceeded, "The whole point of going to Def Con was to recruit new talent who could bring me up to speed on what we were dealing with. To make a long and convoluted story short, I ended up doing mushrooms with a few guys in a dorm room while hacking our way through any vulnerabilities within range. When all was said and done, we had linked 1,332 phones into our hub and broke into every hotel database within a 10 mile radius just to prove to ourselves we could do it while totally discombobulated. We held to the principle of 'do no harm' and dismantled the whole thing the next morning but it had given me ample time to discern the skills and temperament of potential interns. I ended up hiring two dudes from the dorm and a chick who broke my Cicada riddle named Xena. Between us four, we were able to partially cipher the origin of 'Team Cement's' core five weeks later". Zakari removed his foot from his desk, setting down his phone. He picked up his mug of tea, gingerly sipping at its contents.

Fred came in for a closer look at the code on the monitor, perching himself on corner of Zak's tidy desk. "Ok, that's all fine and well but you still haven't answered any of my questions about what happened to me. I mean, I remember things so clearly, despite holes in my memory. I swear I was in my car previous to waking up. I remember feeling the cold of the night, I remember being tired after hours of driving. I remember going through the hard drive you gave me, your graduation, Angela's kiss... that was beyond just any fantasy or dream Gooch! I don't understand." spouted Fred in mild desperation.

Zakari held his tea with both hands peering over the lip of the mug at Fred. He was momentarily silent staring Fred in the eye before he sat up, rolling his chair closer to his keyboard. Setting his mug down, he worked at the keys while explaining. Fred watched the screen while Zak minimized the green text window and a new window opened with blue lettering. Zak opened several other windows as he spoke.
"The blue text is your recorded dream-state data."

"Whoa, wait!" mumbled Fred, "You mean you can record my dreams as text? Like literal dictation?"

"Um, yeah! Images too Mudi, I thought you were tracking this?" Zak surprisingly mocked. "I thought you realized this?"

"Yeah, no." retorted Fred. "I thought that was theoretical still. I thought the whole point of our original work on Knight Tech was to bridge that gap? As far as I knew, we were in the middle of building the Alpha/Theta wave detection and translation units!"

Zakari sighed letting his shoulders slump. "That was before the raid of the lab back in twenty-ten. Since then, we have made extraordinary leaps. You are experiencing overlap and are jumbling timelines but that is to be expected. You have transferred from another dimension, on another timeline and this is not your point of origin. You are not on the Earth you know. You are on 'Java 2'; in fact you are not you."

"Wait... WHAT?" Fred blurted.

Zakari tapped the touchscreen on his tabletop pc then leaned back in his chair as a color diagram of a three dimensional cat-scan of a human brain rotated on the screen. Pointing to the monitor Gooch said "N.C.T."

Fred cocked his head quizzically to one side, "What's that?"

"Like I said Cap, this is a complicated mess. N.C.T. stands for Neurological Consciousness Transfer. Thanks to your boys at Cern, you jumped here from a parallel universe. Well, you didn't jump really, you were... transferred."

Fred's jaw went slack, his eyes bulging towards the graphic on the screen. He looked to Gooch then back to the screen, then back to Gooch.

"You were selected for an experiment based on your military psych profile. Lucky for you, your personality is found in only about 1% of the population, which in turn made you a prime candidate for the transfer. No one in the military thought it would actually work."

It was obvious to Zakari that Fred was reeling.

"Now mind you Cap," Zak paused to lean in closer, "I had nothing to do with the selection or transfer. I only found this out recently. You were taken from a reality with the closest matching parallel with the most consistent history. The thought seemed impossible until the Def-Crew and I figured out a portion of the alien quantum core programming. We were six levels deep into the core before getting a foothold on how to crack the cipher. Although we understand a bit more, we still have a long way to go. I thought the technology was a relatively recent development but it turns out to be far older than we dared to even speculate. The military had the physics and tech all worked out as far back as 1942! Although the tech was very primitive, they had a working prototype! While cracking we found a dossier archive of files encrypted with all your files and that of another 22 transfers in the data set."

Fred placed his hands on either side of his head. "Bloody hell." he murmured.

"Oh, that's not the best part." smiled Gooch. There was another consciousness in there with you, which again, we thought impossible till we observed it. He was laying dormant in the background. Didn't show any activity whatsoever which was a real surprise when he finally went active."

Fred stood up, turning his back to Gooch. It all oddly made sense to him but he was trying to catch up. Something seemed set his gears turning. His mind was patching some gaps. "Who is he?" asked Fred.

Gooch continued, "We nicknamed him 'The Watcher' but I'll get back to him later. The first N.C.T. attempt was in 2008 but the booster signal coming out of Cern was interrupted when that magnet broke. Which explains your subsequent meltdown of that year. The transfer was not completed and you were left with just splatters of the whole program. It is amazing you didn't go completely insane right then and there. Probably something to do with that 1%. Many on the team have speculated that it was actually extraterrestrial sabotage but I have a different theory on that. The point is, your reclusive behavior and spike in anxiety levels were a direct consequence of the failed download. Luckily you were able to pick yourself up by your own bootstraps... at least partially. The complete transfer didn't comense till the cusp of 2012. Apparently you weren't even aware of it. I know that you know something was going on, that something with you had changed but neither one of us had any idea of the scope nor depth of the situation. It wasn't until the night of January 3rd, 2017 that it clicked into your head that something huge was going on. Unfortunately that was the night you were also assaulted."

Fred turned to face Gooch once more. His face as pale as a ghost. He was about to interrogate Gooch with a million rapid fire questions before taking a deep breath. All he managed to say came out barley over a whisper. "I need a cigarette."