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Chapter Four

 

 

 

 

 

                   Chief Medical Officers Log, supplemental.

                        After our encounter with the probe, our power systems began draining. Lieutenant Stevenson was running a check-up on the dilithium chamber hatch when there was an explosion. He took the full blast in his face and is now being treated in sickbay. His burns will be easily healed but he is still unconscious and the readings I am getting from him are rather odd. I will file a copy of these scans to Starfleet Medical to see what they can make of it.

                        End log...

 

            Doctor Tarses' face blinked off the screen. Stevenson was frowning deeply.

         The doctor had sent a file to Starfleet Medical, Stevenson would probably be able to find them somewhere in the computer. After a short moment of searching, he found the file. He opened it and a whole lot of information appeared on the screen, information that was meaningless to Stevenson's engineer mind.

         "Computer, can you explain to me what exactly is displayed on the screen, please?"

         "Bio-scan logs for Lieutenant John Stevenson."

         "What's information is given about me on this screen?"

         The computer took a moment to process the request, and then said: "Files indicate several burns along the upper-body and unusual fluctuations in subject's molecular

cohesion."

         He blinked: "Molecular cohesion? What could have caused this?

         The computer pondered a moment more, probably extrapolating data from different sources, then said: "Prolonged exposure to a transporter beam..."

         No. He thought.

         "...Phased energy blast at high-intensity..."

         Neither.

         The computer beeped to signal it had finished its search; a search that was useless in Stevenson's eyes. "Okay, computer." He said. "I want you to access the theoretical database and to tell me if there are any theories that could explain a fluctuation in a subject's molecular cohesion."

         This time, the computer beeped a lot of times, processing the data, and after one minute, it said: "Theory of space-slices, by Andrew Sevelin."

         "Display on screen." He said excitedly.

         The information was displayed on the screen of the doctor's laptop, Stevenson read through it quickly...

         From what he understood, "space-slices", as they were called, were different levels of space-time with coexisted in the same quantum universe. Doctor Sevelin suggested that there were several of these 'slices' per universe and that they could each be the house of an entirely different universe, but in the same quantum universe as ours, simply on a different level. This theory could explain the "interphasic" phenomena that kept arising here and there in the Federation.

         "Space-slices..." Stevenson said. "Computer, how could these...these slices affect a person's molecular cohesion?"

         "According to theoretical database, passage between space-slices would manifest itself as would a transporter beam. Molecular cohesion would slowly fluctuate until subject's molecules are transferred to another space-slice."

         That was the answer!

         But it also meant something else: If he was the one that had had a molecular cohesion fluctuation...

         Then he was the one in another space-slice...

         Now he knew what was going on...Somehow, the 'probe' that Tarses had mentioned in his logs had affected the power systems of the Valiant and sent parts of the ship into another space-slice. The ship had been separated in two, part of it had been transferred to one space-slice, and another had stayed in its own. And Stevenson, who had been hit by energy from an explosion at the precise same moment that the probe had acted, had been sent into the same space slice as some of the pieces of the ship! That was why the power wasn't working; the ship had been shattered into hundreds of thousands of little pieces and spread across two different levels of space-time!

         Everything made sense; the specter of the captain was probably a piece of the captain that had been captured in the other space-slice as where Stevenson was. The reason why some of the consoles worked and some didn't was because some of the consoles were in one space-slice, and others were in another!

         But now, the question was, how would Stevenson get back? And how would he bring the shattered pieces of the Valiant back with him? There had to be a way.

         "Computer, hypothetical situation: I am sent to another space-slice along with some pieces of the ship. How would I get back to my own 'slice'?"

         The computer pondered, and then said: "Hypothetically, one would have to expose one's self to a failing in molecular cohesion and reassemble one's molecules in another slice."

         Disassemble...Reassemble...

         The transporter!!!

         "Computer…is there a way to modify the transporter to allow space-slice transportation."

         "Modifications to the transporter are possible, but chances of success are one out of fifteen. Attempting such a risk is not recommendable."

         "Where's your sense of adventure, computer?" Stevenson sighed. "Well...Tell me how to modify the transporters, I'll do it."

 

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         An hour later, Stevenson had managed--with the help of the computer--to modify the transporter so that his signal would be purposefully misaligned and he would be sent to another 'space-slice'.

         Everything he was doing was theoretical and he had a good chance of getting killed, but if he stayed in this strange environment any longer he would probably go insane and then kill himself...So he preferred taking the risk.

         He stood on the transporter pad and said: "Computer, on my mark, I want you to drain power from every available system so that the transporters can work. Then you shall execute Stevenson transport program one and pray for me."

         "Affirmative,"

         "Thanks." He smiled. Then he took a deep breath: "Mark!"

         He began to dematerialize...

         Please let this work...He thought.

 

 

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