REALITY1: Proof of Concept - Log 3
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xp_logsThe cobbled together solution starts to report their first findings on the wormhole.
The basement now looked like a cross between a server room and an exploded Radio Shack, as power conduits snaked around between the cobbled together monitors and control stations. The biggest challenge had been managing the power and data requirements that Vi required, and involved entirely new and improvised programming and engineering from the team. Except for Kane, who was largely in charge of carrying whatever was impossibly heavy.
Now, they sat at the main terminal, ready to see if their efforts had paid off.
Molly grabbed a grape and popped it into her mouth as glanced over the monitors. "For first time extra dimensional wormhole navigators I'd say this turned out pretty sweet," she said, offering the group a grape from her tupperware bowl. It was always important to be prepared with snacks. And a hammer. Just in case there were bugs.
"The telemetry looks a little wonky over there though. What do you think? Like...turned up a couple of degrees?" she said to Kitty, who was closest to that particular monitor.
Kitty squinted. Was it just her or were the lines on the monitor wavering? Either way, it looked much higher than it should have been. She rubbed her eye and looked again. Still high.
"Something's not right, yeah. It's higher than it should be, but there's something more." She frowned. "I know, I know. That's not very scientific of me."
"Mm... space-time fuckeryyyyyyyy," Clint half-hummed to himself as he glanced from the screens in front of him to the readings the women were seeing. "Huh. Wormhole metrics have always been theoretical and, despite my best efforts, I haven't been able to get a sit-down with Thor or Jane to get a better idea of how things work with the Bifrost, so... no 'best guess' from me." He might not have slept much since the day before. Or at all. He might not have slept at all. "But I should be able to..."
Clint trailed off, eyes flicking back and forth as he began typing in long sequences of coding to get the readings to repeat. The same way he'd review any anomalous data, he basically replayed it over and over again. "Hang on, let me see if there's something comparable farther forward. Maybe what we're reading as weird isn't weird for a wormhole?"
"Is the scanner showing us the... scanning stuff?" Kane wasn't a stupid man. He spoke a half dozen languages and had two degrees. But, as the song went, all this science, he didn't understand. He looked over at Molly for confirmation.
Molly nodded. "Yup," she said pointing to the monitor that looked somewhat like a colorful sonar device crossed with an oscilloscope, a device that measured sound waves.
"The edges of most dimensions seem to be really close together and have an almost interlocking wave pattern. Especially ones that are similar to each other. We're looking for differences in the pattern to see if there's anything weird we can quantify and measure. Like what Kitty said," she added, pointing to the extra arch to the pattern that was different than the others.
"And that is definitely a distortion," Kitty frowned. "We should probably check it out, Clint. I don't know what's weird for a wormhole either, but I can't imagine that's normal, can you?"
"Mm..." Clint scanned forward a little bit farther along the wave, then returned to the distortion. "You're right, ladies. Apologies for being overcautious. As much as part of me wants to just... go in full force, the lack of precedent here is kinda unnerving."
"So what does a distortion mean, really? I mean, are we talking about just some bad news, or are they going to come apart or something." Kane said, making gestures with his hands like pieces trying to fit together.
"Not sure yet," Molly admitted. "We know that dimension doesn't look like the others. Kinda like the walls to the dimension are....well, distorted. But I don't think we'll know if it's cause it's bad or bad squared unless we check it out. Y'know?"
"I'd like to try testing... something else first, as opposed to a group just jumping through -- whether the distortion's bad or exponentially bad, this tech hasn't been tested with these specific variables and we're talking actual, trufax parallel, maybe completely alternate, dimensions," Clint muttered. "Still, this is compelling evidence that something is... definitely not right."
The basement now looked like a cross between a server room and an exploded Radio Shack, as power conduits snaked around between the cobbled together monitors and control stations. The biggest challenge had been managing the power and data requirements that Vi required, and involved entirely new and improvised programming and engineering from the team. Except for Kane, who was largely in charge of carrying whatever was impossibly heavy.
Now, they sat at the main terminal, ready to see if their efforts had paid off.
Molly grabbed a grape and popped it into her mouth as glanced over the monitors. "For first time extra dimensional wormhole navigators I'd say this turned out pretty sweet," she said, offering the group a grape from her tupperware bowl. It was always important to be prepared with snacks. And a hammer. Just in case there were bugs.
"The telemetry looks a little wonky over there though. What do you think? Like...turned up a couple of degrees?" she said to Kitty, who was closest to that particular monitor.
Kitty squinted. Was it just her or were the lines on the monitor wavering? Either way, it looked much higher than it should have been. She rubbed her eye and looked again. Still high.
"Something's not right, yeah. It's higher than it should be, but there's something more." She frowned. "I know, I know. That's not very scientific of me."
"Mm... space-time fuckeryyyyyyyy," Clint half-hummed to himself as he glanced from the screens in front of him to the readings the women were seeing. "Huh. Wormhole metrics have always been theoretical and, despite my best efforts, I haven't been able to get a sit-down with Thor or Jane to get a better idea of how things work with the Bifrost, so... no 'best guess' from me." He might not have slept much since the day before. Or at all. He might not have slept at all. "But I should be able to..."
Clint trailed off, eyes flicking back and forth as he began typing in long sequences of coding to get the readings to repeat. The same way he'd review any anomalous data, he basically replayed it over and over again. "Hang on, let me see if there's something comparable farther forward. Maybe what we're reading as weird isn't weird for a wormhole?"
"Is the scanner showing us the... scanning stuff?" Kane wasn't a stupid man. He spoke a half dozen languages and had two degrees. But, as the song went, all this science, he didn't understand. He looked over at Molly for confirmation.
Molly nodded. "Yup," she said pointing to the monitor that looked somewhat like a colorful sonar device crossed with an oscilloscope, a device that measured sound waves.
"The edges of most dimensions seem to be really close together and have an almost interlocking wave pattern. Especially ones that are similar to each other. We're looking for differences in the pattern to see if there's anything weird we can quantify and measure. Like what Kitty said," she added, pointing to the extra arch to the pattern that was different than the others.
"And that is definitely a distortion," Kitty frowned. "We should probably check it out, Clint. I don't know what's weird for a wormhole either, but I can't imagine that's normal, can you?"
"Mm..." Clint scanned forward a little bit farther along the wave, then returned to the distortion. "You're right, ladies. Apologies for being overcautious. As much as part of me wants to just... go in full force, the lack of precedent here is kinda unnerving."
"So what does a distortion mean, really? I mean, are we talking about just some bad news, or are they going to come apart or something." Kane said, making gestures with his hands like pieces trying to fit together.
"Not sure yet," Molly admitted. "We know that dimension doesn't look like the others. Kinda like the walls to the dimension are....well, distorted. But I don't think we'll know if it's cause it's bad or bad squared unless we check it out. Y'know?"
"I'd like to try testing... something else first, as opposed to a group just jumping through -- whether the distortion's bad or exponentially bad, this tech hasn't been tested with these specific variables and we're talking actual, trufax parallel, maybe completely alternate, dimensions," Clint muttered. "Still, this is compelling evidence that something is... definitely not right."
