The Woman on the Beast: A Season for Horror (The End Times Series Book 2)

by Macie Holloway

  NASA scientists claimed they stumbled upon the remarkable breakthrough when they bounced laser light beams off a particle resonance chamber and measured the speed.

  They had been specifically forbidden by Haiku and by top-secret national security clearance teams, to tell NO ONE that Haiku had provided them with the technology.

  Such technology marked the beginning of a new era that had long been considered a science fiction myth. Haiku Makanura had created the first doorway to real time travel, and that was a secret that could make him a target, especially since he knew infinitely more than he had even revealed to the NASA scientists.

  Getting particles of light to travel faster than the speed of light was one thing, but getting mass to travel faster than the speed of light was another challenge entirely.

  There was only one substance on earth that was a million times stronger and more flexible than a bungee chord, practically invisible, and yet was still strong enough to hold masses of weight – a spider web.

  Although no one with the exception of Spiderman had put too much thought into it, Haiku was well aware that the perfect harmonic balance of a spider web was the exact same specifications needed to suspend a mass in an invisible tapestry of weightless strings. Once the cabin of the drone met precise depressurization values, his mass was perfectly suspended within the structure of the drone in a state of precise harmonic balance that centered his weight and rendered him temporarily at zero mass.

  Haiku’s drones had electrical engines that powered hummingbird-like wings to land, but were also equipped with the first-ever particle resonance chamber engine fueled by light particles moving faster than the speed of light. Upon entering his drone, Haiku’s seat was nothing more than a weightless spider web that used precise calculations to create a bubble of weightlessness. Science fiction had long referred to such a concept as a time warp bubble.

  Once he’d achieved weightlessness, his particle resonance engine could transform his drone into a moving light particle that could travel into the future as long as his mass was precisely suspended and the speed of the drone traveled faster than light, creating a time and space dilation bubble around the drone within which he was suspended. This made it possible for Haiku to send out his only 25,000 ninjas, yet rescue millions of children. They arrived at their destination shortly before they left.

  It was all just simply elementary physics to Haiku, and so he threw NASA a bone to chomp on for awhile so they could use Einstein’s theory of relativity and figure out just how far and fast they would have to travel into outer space and back to progress forward into the future thousands of years.

  NASA was a bit like going back to first grade for Haiku. They were constantly trying to find the lightest space polymers to make the fastest stealth drones and race particles in chambers to finally win the race against the speed of light.

  It was a snore.

  Haiku’s real genius was well beyond such basic theories, and he wasn’t sure if he would ever share his true technology with anyone since time had proven that if true genius fell into the hands of true evil, humanity suffered the costs.

  To Haiku, all such particle physics, negative matter, black hole theory’s, time dilation, and zero mass theories were silly, flawed, and at the bottom of the box of Crackerjacks that every human believed they were contained in. Haiku knew that mass was only an optical illusion.

  He was well aware that a human’s body was the only obstacle physicists saw to time travel. For example, if they reached certain velocities, the centrifugal force would disintegrate their matter. Could they use antimatter to reassemble themselves since matter and antimatter would not cancel each other out if the angle at which the particles collided was altered? Probably, but there was a much faster way.

  Their ideas of time travel were based on senseless calculations that particle physicists had orgasms over and sci-fi nerds used to fantasize about traveling into the future to meet a chick with three tits.

  Haiku had his own theories to prove that he was not at all limited by his own mass, nor did he have to figure out a way to vaporize the atoms in his body and then reassemble for time travel to be possible.

  Haiku well knew that most of humanity was under the false impression that they were traveling forward in time and limited by their own mass, but they were really traveling upward in loops as if on a spring. They could travel upwards on the loop of the spring or down the loop of the spring, but either way, there was a possible finite top of the spring and a possible finite bottom of the spring, depending on the person, yet still a connection between the top and bottom if an individual refused to limit their intelligence within the confines of their own mass.

  The theoretical spring was contained in a cylinder which people referred to as time. They believed it was linear, going forward and backwards, when really time was like layers in a chocolate layer cake. Time appeared to be going forward or backwards, but was really moving upward or downward in addition to backwards and forwards, depending on the individual.

  Haiku’s Basic Theory of Time Travel: Mass is an illusion.

  There were millions of incidences of proven deja vu where a person’s subconscious mind saw what was going to happen further up the loop but could not prevent it because the spring of time within a cylinder is still connected at the beginning and the end. The entire spring is still on a looping circle and not a single simple circle like a carousel, as proponents of reincarnation often believed.

  There were indeed wormholes that tunneled up and down throughout the layers of the cake, providing shortcuts to other layers without having to travel along the much lengthier distance of the spring. Physicists desperately searched for a way to transport their body mass up through the wormholes for time travel, but unfortunately it was a dead end theory, because their masses were only illusions.

  So while the wormholes they were imagining were real, their masses were not.

  Just like humans used technology to simulate their own video games and experiences through their limited virtual reality capabilities, Haiku knew that humans were mere simulations of a higher being they knew nothing of. As he walked passed his four hummingbird drones to the last drone in the very back he watched a fire ant crawl across his hand. The fire ant did not know where it was going. The fire ant had no idea it was on a hand. It scrambled around frantically, biting in fear. It knew it was moving, but it was under the false impression that it was creating its own motion when really HE was the one carrying the fire ant on his hand wherever he wanted to carry it.

  The poor little fire ant scrambled back and forth across his hand, falsely perceiving that by changing its patterns of movement or by running faster or slower, it would change its destination. However, Haiku knew that no matter how fast or slow the ant crawled … no matter which direction it crawled on his hand, and no matter how many times it bit him, he was the one who would decide where he would take the dumb little ant. HE was the one who would either put it back in his ant farm or drop it in Sam’s sheets as a joke.

  Humans were nothing more than ants scrambling around and they didn’t even realize that all their scrambling was meaningless, because a higher level being was in control of every ant’s final destiny. The ant would land where the higher-level being wanted it to and when he wanted it to.

  Humans.

  Haiku’s last hummingbird drone was only for show. It did not have a particle engine and the hummingbird wings were also for show.

  He pressed a button, causing a garage-like door on the drone to slide upwards, allowing him to crawl inside. He sat suspended in the same spider web seat that made it appear to be exactly like all his other drones, but the chamber of this drone was very different.

  It was important to suspend his mass before closing off the chamber door and creating a depressurized and de-gravitized cabin space so that his mass did not attempt to confine his mind within its prison. Since HE KNEW his body was only an illusion, it was important to let his body know, also. Real time trav
el was simple, yet precise, and any mental hindrance was a possible obstruction.

  He hooked up 16 different electrodes to different points on his brain.

  The visible light spectrum was the term scientists used to refer to the amount of things that were visible to the human eye. For example, a human could not see microwaves or gamma rays, yet a human could see sun rays. A human could not see in the darkness, yet even a cat could see in the darkness.

  The amount of reality visible to the human eye was like a tiny sliver of pie in the biggest Boston Crème Pie that granny ever made. An entire other reality made up the other 99% of the pie that no one could see, and therefore most people believed wasn’t there.

  In the same way, human thoughts were merely low wave frequencies, like AM radio waves. He could detect static in the frequencies of human’s thoughts. The typical thought frequencies of a human were so slow and so basic, he could easily use them to formulate a rather precise reading of their thoughts, but he rarely did so as it made him both very bored and a little sad.

  Poor ants. They sure did think they knew where they were going. They sure did think they were in complete control.

  He laughed as he hooked up the last electrode the center of his forehead, closed his eyes, and pressed the power button.

  Now he was able to see the other 99% of the pie no one else could see. He saw both higher and lower level beings that had bodies just like everyone else, but were made of transparent materials invisible to the naked human eye. He saw thought frequencies flowing in and out of human brains like little radio transmitters. They had their ant feelers and they were communicating with each other even when they didn’t realize it, similar to what physicists referred to as the particle entanglement theory. Once their thought frequencies connected, even after they separated, they continued to be effected by one another.

  He knew exactly what point he was traveling on the spring of time contained within his cylinder drone. He only had to find Ashley’s precise location.

  He didn’t wish to travel up the long slow winding staircase of the spring, but instead escaped the illusion of his own body mass and just like a hungry ant, crawled straight up and down through the layers of the chocolate layer cake of time, searching for Ashley’s thought frequencies. They were not really worm holes, but more like ant tunnels. He had to locate Ashley’s mind at an exact time and an exact place and communicate with her. Sometimes he could easily locate someone, and sometimes if their thought frequencies were too slow and heavy, he couldn’t pick them out from the millions of points in space they were all congregated in. Those points were base-level minds and low frequency organisms. They were traveling so slowly on the spring that instead of ever traveling upward, they slid down together in masses like chutes and ladders, all entangled in the heaviness of their perceived masses.

  But not Ashley.

  Ashley was like Misaki, one of HIS protégés.

  She saw the Cracker Jack box she was living in but intuitively sensed it wasn’t real. His mind tunneled slowly straight up through the layers searching for a signal that was moving at a higher frequency than the rest. He quickly found Misaki and said Hello. She would hear him in her in her highly intuitive subconscious and perceive that he came to her in a dream.

  He crawled back straight downwards slowly. He knew Ashley would not be on the same frequency level of Misaki, but near it, and he also had to tunnel horizontally across the layers, sending out his own frequencies of communication from his own more sophisticated ant feelers.

  “Ashley?”

  Nothing.

  He tunneled down to a lower level, then over. He tunneled back up two levels and then across the entire layer of circular cake, sending out frequencies of varying ranges.

  “Ashley. I’m searching for you,” he sent out the signal at a high frequency that functioned both as a wave and a particle. He knew her antennae would not be able to receive it, but it was his way of super powering his desperate search to find HER location.

  “This is Haiku. I need to find you.”

  The layer was silent. Apparently no one had made it to that layer yet.

  He was growing weary. He tried to think of an easier way to pin point her soul’s location in space and time.

  He had to somehow entangle her thoughts with his own via the principal of particle entanglement.

  “I’m worried about Mason. He’s having heart trouble again. He doesn’t look well. He’s sick with worry over his daughter, Ashley.”

  He waited, tuning in to any similar frequency.

  Finally he found reception!

  “God, I hope Daddy is O.K. I wish I could tell him I’m sorry.”

  “ASHLEY!” Haiku’s signal screamed but he knew she could not consciously hear him. At 21, she was only so sophisticated. He would have to think outside his own Cracker Jack Box.

  Now that he had located her identity, his feelers detected her thoughts, rapidly searching for a clue as to her location.

  “They won’t find me here.”

  “Where, Ashley? Where are you?”

  “But what about Dad? Will I ever see Dad again? Is Stefan dead?”

  “Come on, Ashley! Give me a HINT!”

  “Oh, Thank God, Sebastian! Let me in! It’s Ashley!”

  “Sebastian?” The crab? Was she under the sea?

  “Do you know if Stefan’s alive? Oh, Thank YOU JESUS. I KNEW HE WAS ALIVE! Yes, please take down there to see him. O.K., I know. I’ll hurry.”

  Maybe she is under the sea …

  “Oh Stefan, I thought you were dead. I was hoping your uncle would be here, but I never thought I’d find you here, too!”

  “Dammit, Ashley! Stop with the Titanic bullshit! Tell me where you are!”

  Stefan was now close enough to Daphne that he could read his frequencies merely through proximity.

  “Ashley, I never thought I’d see you again. How did you think to come here? How did you know I was down here?”

  Ugh! Down where? Down Under? Australia?

  “I had no idea, Stefan. I just knew your uncle was a priest, and I knew he’d let me in if he hadn’t yet closed off the doors. I made it just in time. There are over a thousand people up there, now.”

  Score. They were underground in a church … in France.

  “Stefan, I have to find a way to contact my Dad, but I can’t risk creating a GPS signal.”

  “You’ll just have to wait. It’s too risky. You can’t go back out there. Marseille has practically been leveled. You won’t even make it back to the city square.”

  Marseille.

  Boom.

  Haiku yanked off the electrodes and practically dove out of the imposter drone.

  I’m coming Ashley.

  He sank down into the web seat and entered calculations into the computer system. While traveling long distances down or up the time spring was complicated, speeding through short distances was a problem so simple the drone’s computer system could calculate it as long as he removed all gravity from the mass of his body and the drone and traveled at a speed that was not only faster than light, but fast enough to warp time and space around the drone to create the time dilation bubble.

  It was the strangest feeling because in his zero mass bubble, he felt absolutely no motion. There was no centrifugal force on anything that had zero mass. It was as relaxing as reclining in a Lazy Boy for a few seconds.

  “Take me to Marseille, Clara. Thirty minutes ago.”

  He thought it was funny the way people were always saying “I need that report and I need it yesterday.”

  They were kidding, but it was possible.

  His favorite Hummingbird, named Clara, proved it.

  “Engaging antimatter, Zero mass achieved, creating time warp, time and space dilation specifications SET. You departed at 3:59 p.m., June 22. You are set to arrive at your destination at 3:29 p.m. CST. The time in France is …”

  “That won’t be necessary, Clara. I need information on all cathedrals capable
of housing 1,000 people, showing underground activity and located within 25 square miles of the downtown Marseille, France.”

  “Only one location exhibits activity below the surface, Master. Pinpointed for target. Requesting landing instructions.”

  Haiku paused momentarily since he knew the cathedral doors had been locked off.

  “Rooftop Clara. Engage hummingbird mode. Create virtual hologram from surrounding location pixels. Engage complete invisibility mode.”

  “Done sir. You may exit my drone.”

  “Oh Clara, you’re such a flirt,” Haiku joked as he hit a button and a garage-like door quickly slid open to reveal a sprawling rooftop.

  He moved fast, knowing that while his drone was invisible, he’d left his sun dial weapon at home. Although he doubted anyone would notice a Japanese man running across the top of a cathedral, Marseille was a veritable war zone.

  His eyes scanned over the top of the church, searching for a fire escape. He wished he would have thought to ask Clara to locate them before exiting, but even he made a mistake from time to time. The entire skeleton key fiasco breech proved that.

  Fire exit. Fire exit. Rails? Stairs? Entrances?

  He sprinted toward a tiny tower at the northwest corner.

  A watchtower.

  A mission bell.

  He was thinking to himself, he stood on heaven and looked down on Hell.

  He crawled through over the well like wall of the bell chamber and hopped across it to a narrow ladder.

  At the bottom he found a padlocked shelter door.

  He snapped it off in seconds.

  Padlocks were easily broken, especially the cheap ones that were mostly in charge of bicycle safety such as the one he was laughing at.

  He didn’t exactly get the feeling he was stealing the Hope Diamond as he cracked the weakest part of the loop quickly and forcefully into the metal of the shelter door like a deadly one inch punch. It was all about the angle in conjunction with compressing force in small quick bursts of movement. Compressing massive amounts of force into one inch movements was not as simple as it appeared and had long been a facet of high level martial arts training.