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Aug 17, 2025

The Day the Page Views Changed

Figure 1a. Summer Surge. ~200,000 page views per day for wikifiction.
 Eight months ago I had a blog post called C3 👁 in which I took note of the fact that after 15 years the wikifiction blog had surpassed 1,000,000 page views. Five years ago, in a blog post called 500k Pageviews, I showed 
Figure 2. Free Gemini options.

that there have been some times in the past when this blog got an unusually large number of page views then returned to a more normal level of traffic. There was even a time I recall when some of the unusually large number of page views being reported by Google analytics were eventually retroactively "erased" or rescinded. 

Something changed on August 4th 2025 and in just the past ten days there have been almost 2,000,000 new page views (see Figure 1a).

Figure 1b. End of the surge in wikifiction traffic.
 Update. Towards the end of August, after about three weeks, the increased traffic to this blog ended as suddenly as it had begun (see Figure 1b). Lately, there have been major changes made to various types of Google software such as Whisk and Gemini. For example, see the 2.5 Pro option shown in Figure 2.

Figure 3. Whisk entry page as viewed by Firefox.


Figure 4. Whisk entry page 2.0
 Google tea leaves. I have no idea what has caused this sudden unprecedented increase in wikifiction blog traffic. I have begun to wonder if one of the Large Language Models, possibly Gemini, has recently been given the opportunity to crawl through Blogger blogs. Lately, there have been almost daily changes to the Gemini user interface.

Gemini user options as of August 14th. Inset:
the "+" button options for file uploads to Gemin are shown.
One of the most interesting recent changes to the free version of Gemini was the availability of "2.5 Pro" (see Figure 2). When using this "reasoning" option, Gemini can check its "raw output" against the content of websites, in real time.

Image upload menu.
 Whisk Evolution. Back in April, I blogged about Whisk Animate. More recently, there have been changes to the Whisk user interface. Now, when I launch Whisk, my Firefox browser loads a page that fails to correctly display its embedded Whisk Animate videos (see Figure 3). At the location of each video there are flashed brief views of parts of the videos and large regions of black.

click again
If I then scroll down the page, then the Whisk Animate video examples fall into a new pattern and the videos play correctly on the webpage (see Figure 4). I usually just click on the "enter tool" button and then I see the actual Whisk user interface as is shown below in Figure 5.

As part of Jimmy the Intern's never ending quest to make an annoying user interface, the options for providing Whisk with reference images have all be hidden in the current Whisk user interface. However, if you know to click on the little arrow button, then a menu opens with the image upload options (see the image that is shown to the right.

upload image button
 Click again, sucker. Of course, opening that menu does not allow you to upload a reference image. You have to also click again on a hidden button. And even then, the user is only provided with yet another mysterious icon on yet another button. If the user somehow knows to hover over that button then they finally get to see the upload image button.
Figure 5. Google's Jimmy the Intern™ is the king of user interface white space and hidden user options.

A car named Stacy.
 Shown in Figure 6 (below) is the Gemini user interface in all of its white space glory. I asked Gemini to make an illustration for the science fiction story "The Metamorph Intervention". Gemini continues to sometimes display one image in the user interface while allowing you to download a different (but similar) image. 

Also, Gemini is currently being quite stupid about the text that it inserts into images (see the image to the right), In this case, adding a title and an author that I did not request as well as labeling the woman in the image with her name.

Figure 6. The Gemini user interface. Please sir, I want more white space.

The PDF
 Speaking of stupidity. I had been experimenting with a style of science fiction story-writing collaboration in which I was allowing Claude and Gemini to take turns drafting chapters of the story. However, I was so disappointed with Gemini's (the default 2.5 Flash) performance in drafting Chapter 5 of the story (shown here) that I also gave Claude a chance to make a version of Chapter 5.

In all fairness, I decided to give the "2.5 Pro" Gemini option a try on exactly the same task (see below on this page). I provided Gemini 2.5 Pro with a PDF that had: 1) some backstory information, 2) the full text of Chapters 1 - 4 of "The Metamorph Intervention" and my suggestions for what plot elements should be in Chapter 5 of the story...

MePlans for Chapter 5. Collaborating with Marda, Ovidius crafts a science fiction version of the Daedalus flight/wings story that is both 1) destined to be wildly popular as a play (with actors sailing across the stage on wings) but also 2) offensive to conservative religious authorities (by depicting a god as being a space alien). In this new science fiction story about Daedalus, Daedalus is taken to the spaceship of the pek Overseer, which continuously hovers high over the Aegean. Daedalus learns about the conflict between the pek and the bumpha over the fate of Earth. Daedalus learns about hang gliders and builds one using pek nanites. Daedalus jumps out of the pek spaceship and sails back home.

Gemini, process the file that I just uploaded and then discuss with me our additional plans for crafting Chapter 5 of the science fiction story "The Metamorph Intervention". My intention is that the Gemini LLM will generate a first draft of Chapter 5 of the story. However, Gemini, first share with me any questions or suggestions that you have about the story.

Ovidius: first contact with Manny the bumpha.
 Gemini: Commencing Analysis of Text

I've initiated a thorough analysis of the provided text, focusing on the first four chapters of "The Metamorph Intervention." I'm carefully examining the backstory, character details, and the plans laid out for future chapters, particularly Chapter 5. This will help me gain a comprehensive understanding.

Delving Deeper into Plot

I've further analyzed the text, concentrating on the interplay of backstory, character development, and future plot directions. I'm noting the intricacies of world-building, paying close attention to elements like bumpha, pek, Sed ron Domain, and zeptites. I'm also synthesizing the author's intended themes, especially those related to free will and technological transcendence.

Unpacking Chapter 5 Details

I'm now focusing on the specific "Plans for Chapter 5," dissecting the seven key elements meticulously. My attention is centered on fleshing out the interplay between Ovid and Marda, the mechanics of the Daedalus story within the story, and the intricacies of the pek's technological offering to Daedalus. I'm building a framework to formulate pertinent questions and suggestions for the user, ensuring clarity and enriching the narrative.

Synthesizing Chapter Five Strategy

I'm now fully immersed in the "Plans for Chapter 5," dissecting the seven key elements meticulously to create a strategic outline. I'm focusing on crafting specific questions for the user to clarify areas such as the religious authorities and their impact, Ovid's emotional state as he partners with Marda, and the technical details of the pek nanites. I'm also considering the balance between detail and summarization in the Daedalus story, as well as Marda's active role. This will provide a solid framework for refining the chapter plan.

A subject provided to Whisk.
 Of course. I have processed the file containing the first four chapters of "The Metamorph Intervention" and the detailed backstory and plans. This is a fascinating and complex science fiction narrative, weaving together advanced concepts like time travel, artificial life, and the nature of consciousness with a compelling historical setting. I particularly appreciate the detailed exploration of the bumpha-pek philosophical conflict and Marda's struggle with agency, which aligns with your interests in technologically assisted telepathy and the implications of advanced AI.

Before I proceed to generate a first draft of Chapter 5, I have some questions and suggestions to ensure the chapter aligns perfectly with your vision. This will help us collaboratively refine the direction of the story.

Questions for Clarification:

Ovid's "Madness" and Motivation: In the backstory, you mention the idea that Ovidius might develop a "madness" from his experiences with Manny and Marda. In Chapter 5, as he writes this revolutionary and potentially blasphemous Daedalus story, how should this "madness" manifest? Is it a frenzied, prophetic inspiration that makes him a more brilliant writer? Or is it a paranoid obsession that isolates him from his peers even as his work becomes popular? Understanding his mental and emotional state will be key to portraying his collaboration with Marda.

The "Conservative Religious Authorities": Who, specifically, are these authorities in Augustan Rome? Are we talking about the established state priesthood (the Pontifical College), traditionalist senators who see this new mythology as a threat to Roman values (mos maiorum), or perhaps followers of a specific mystery cult? Defining the opposition will help shape the nature of the conflict and the risks Ovidius and Marda are taking.

The Pek's Role in Daedalus's Story: The plan states Daedalus learns about the pek-bumpha conflict and uses pek nanites to build a hang glider. How does this happen?

  Do the pek intentionally educate Daedalus, perhaps seeing him as a potential pawn against the bumpha's plans? This would seem to violate their own rules about non-interference.

Or does Daedalus cleverly trick the pek or steal the nanites? This would portray him as exceptionally resourceful.

Does the pek Overseer, Kenth, appear in Ovid's story-within-a-story as himself or as a traditional god?

Marda and Korinna's Internal Dynamic: Now that Marda's femtozoan is dominant, how does the original Korinna femtozoan interact with her during this intense creative process? You noted Korinna could be "endlessly nagging Marda from within". Is Korinna a helpful creative consultant, a worried voice of caution about Roman societal norms, or a resentful prisoner who occasionally sabotages Marda's efforts?

Suggestions for Your Consideration:

The Play's Staging: To make the play wildly popular, we could emphasize the spectacle. You mention "actors sailing across the stage on wings." We could describe how Ovidius, with Marda's futuristic insights, devises unprecedented stagecraft—using sophisticated counterweights and rigging to create a truly magical effect of flight that captivates the Roman audience and makes the play a must-see event.

Parallel Themes: The story Daedalus learns aboard the pek ship could directly mirror Marda's own dilemma. Daedalus is presented with two paths for humanity: the pek's offer of managed, safe transcendence and the bumpha's path of risky, self-directed biological evolution among the stars. Daedalus's choice to escape and return to Earth with a new technology (the hang glider) would serve as a powerful mythological endorsement of the bumpha's philosophy, which is exactly what Manny wants to instill in Roman culture.

Whisk wants Romans to have
better technology for writing.
 Augustus's Reaction: Emperor Augustus was a religious conservative and social reformer who exiled Ovid in the original timeline. This new, provocative work could bring Ovid to the Emperor's attention far sooner. We could introduce a scene where Augustus hears of the play. Is he intrigued by its popularity or angered by its subversive theology? This would raise the stakes for Marda and Ovid considerably, tying their personal story directly to the highest levels of Roman power.

I believe that discussing these points will allow me to draft a Chapter 5 that is not only faithful to your detailed plan but also rich with the thematic depth and character dynamics you've already established. I look forward to your thoughts.

MeGemini, you asked about the idea that  Ovidius might develop a "madness" from his experiences with  Manny and Marda and you asked if this "madness"  manifests either as a frenzied, prophetic inspiration that makes him a  more brilliant writer or as a paranoid obsession that  isolates him from his peers even as his work becomes popular. When an  artist is creating works that are truly revolutionary, other people  who observe the artist might be forced to view what is happening as a  wonderful kind of "madness" that has been inflicted upon  the inspired artist. In the case of Ovidius, I imagine that he cannot  stop himself from speaking to other Romans about the FACT that he has  been "abducted by aliens" and taken into outer space to see  the inside of the alien spacecraft Many Sails. It could then become  MADDENING for Ovidius that he has no physical evidence to prove that  he has had personal contact with space aliens nor can he provide  evidence to support his belief that his wife "changed" and  now has knowledge from the future. Rather than continue to rant at his friends  about space aliens in an effort to get them to believe the truth, Ovidus would learn to be satisfied by the act of  creating his "science fiction stories", calling them fiction even if those stories include  actual factual information about the pek and bumpha. The other Romans will only be able to understand what Ovidius writes about the bumpha and the pek as being science fiction.

Romans who compute.
 Gemini, you asked about the "Conservative Religious Authorities": are they the established state priesthood (the Pontifical College), traditionalist senators who see this new mythology as a threat to Roman values (mos maiorum), or perhaps followers of a specific mystery cult? I know nothing about actual Roman culture. One of my main motivations for collaborating with a Large Language Model to write "The Metamorph Intervention" is my hope that a LLM can provide some details about Ovid and ancient Rome that will not be viewed as silly or offensive by people who actually know something about these topics.

Gemini, you asked about my plan for Chapter 5 which includes Ovidius crafting a science fiction story in which Daedalus learns about the pek-bumpha conflict and uses pek nanites to build a hang glider. I imagine that Ovidius will combine plot elements derived from two experiences that he and Marda have had: 1) Ovid's memories of his visit to Many Sails and 2) the what Marda shares with Ovidius about the time when Kenth appeared inside the headquarters of the Metamorph project to chastise Manny the bumpha. The science fiction story about Daedalus could begin with Manny providing Daedalus with information that helps him invent new things. Then Kenth the Overseer of Earth could "abduct" Daedalus and take him to Observer Base and tell Daedalus that he has been used as Manny's tool which has resulted in violations of the Rules of Observation. Daedalus begins to live at Observer Base, a place near Earth where other humans have been taken in the past. I imagine that there could be a mixed population of Neanderthals, Denisovans, Prelands, Anatomically Modern Humans and various human hybrids living inside Observer Base where they have access to some advanced nanotechnolgy. While living inside Observer Base, Ovidius could learn to use clothing nanites (that generate clothing), food nanites (that automatically bring nutrients to residents of Observer Base) and information nanites (that carry useful information and knowledge into a person's zeptite endosymbiont), facilitating human learning and understanding of alien technology. Ovidus could learn how to program nanites and use nanites to make a hang glider. In the story, Observer Base would be depicted as a spaceship that is positioned high above the Aegean. Ovidus jumps out of the spaceship and uses the hang glider to sail back to Athens.

 Gemini, you asked about the Marda and Korinna Internal Dynamic; I imagine Korinna as a helpful creative consultant and a useful source of information about Roman societal norms and how to work constructively with Ovidius.

Gemini: Thank you for that detailed and insightful clarification. Your answers provide a fantastic blueprint for moving forward. I now have a much clearer picture of Ovid's psychological state, the nature of the societal conflict, and the specific mechanics of the story-within-a-story. The idea of Ovid's "madness" being a rational frustration that he channels into creative genius is particularly compelling.

Based on your guidance, I can confidently proceed. I will portray the "Conservative Religious Authorities" as a combination of the traditional state priesthood and influential senators who champion mos maiorum. Their opposition will stem from the story's challenge to the established divine order—depicting gods not as transcendent beings to be worshiped, but as physical, fallible aliens from other worlds, which they would view as a grave impiety that threatens Roman stability.

I will craft the internal dynamic between Marda and the Korinna femtozoan as a seamless, productive partnership. Korinna will be Marda's indispensable guide to Roman culture and Ovid's creative temperament, offering advice and insights that allow Marda to help shape the Daedalus story without anachronistic missteps.

The Daedalus story itself will be the centerpiece, written as you've outlined: a mythic retelling of Ovid's own experiences with Manny and Kenth, transposing them onto the Daedalus character. This structure allows Ovid to embed the factual truths of his encounters into a format that Roman society can digest, even if only as fiction.

I am now ready to generate a first draft of Chapter 5. I will synthesize all these elements to create a chapter that shows Ovid's maddening frustration, his brilliant creative partnership with Marda/Korinna, the crafting of the revolutionary Daedalus play, and the initial tremors of the conservative backlash it is destined to create.

 Here is a first draft of Chapter 5:


 A Mythology for the Future

The weeks following Manny’s visitation became a crucible for Ovidius. He was a man possessed, but not by a divine muse in the way his fellow poets claimed. He was possessed by a truth so vast and unbelievable that it had shattered the comfortable confines of his reality. He tried, at first, to speak of it plainly.

"She was here," he’d told his friend, the poet Propertius, his eyes wide with fervor. "A goddess, yes, but not from Olympus. From the stars! She showed us her vessel, a ship that sails the void between worlds."

Propertius had simply clapped him on the shoulder, a pitying smile on his face. "Publius, my friend, your imagination has finally consumed you. Save such brilliant madness for your verses. It will make you immortal."

The condescension was maddening. Every Roman he spoke to had the same reaction. They saw his frantic conviction not as a factual account, but as the raw material for a new kind of poetry. His wife, Korinna—the new Korinna—was the only one who understood. She was his anchor, the only other witness to the impossible. The change in her was undeniable; she now possessed a depth of knowledge about history, politics, and human nature that was simply astonishing. But that, too, was a truth he could prove to no one. The frustration became a constant, simmering fire in his gut, a pressure that had only one outlet: his writing.

"If they will only accept it as a story," he said to Marda one evening, pacing their small atrium under the watchful eye of the household gods, "then we will give them a story that changes the very way they think about the gods."

He’s ready, whispered Korinna’s femtozoan from the quiet depths of Marda’s shared mind. He has found the path. Guide him gently.

 Marda, feeling more at home in Korinna’s body each day, placed a calming hand on his arm. "Exactly. We won't try to convince them of our truth. We will wrap it in a myth they already know. We will reshape it."

And so they began to craft the new Daedalus. Marda drew upon her memory of Kenth's stark arrival at the Metamorph facility, describing the severe, obsidian-carved figure of the pek Overseer. Ovidius, in turn, wove in the cosmic awe he’d felt aboard Manny’s ship, Many Sails. The story they outlined was a radical departure from the traditional tale.

In their version, Daedalus is not merely a brilliant inventor; he is a man touched by a "goddess" from the stars named Minerva (Manny's chosen Roman persona), who shares with him whispers of advanced knowledge. This attracts the attention of a rival god, a stern and unforgiving being named Custos (the Watcher), who sees this interference as a violation of cosmic law. Custos "abducts" Daedalus, taking him not to a prison on Crete, but to a vast, hovering citadel high above the Aegean—a place called the ‘Observatory’.

"He needs to see the inhabitants of this place", Marda suggested, relaying the details of the Prelands and the other human variants she had learned about.

Ovidius’s stylus flew across the wax tablet. He described the Observatory as a world unto itself, populated by strange and ancient forms of humanity—burly, strong-boned folk with heavy brows and silent, gentle people with an unsettling calm, all living together under the Watcher's stern gaze. Here, Daedalus learns the purpose of the Observatory: to protect the world below from the dangerous ambitions of its own children.

 In the story, Daedalus is given access to the Watcher's technology. Ovidius wrote with feverish intensity, describing technologies Marda had only hinted at. Nanites became "fabricator mites"—tiny, invisible servants that wove clothing from thin air and synthesized food directly into a nutrient paste. Daedalus, the ultimate craftsman, learns to command them. He studies the principles of aerodynamics not from birds, but from information mites that flow directly into his mind, granting him an intuitive understanding of lift and drag.

Korinna, is the language right? Is this too much for them to believe, even as fiction? Marda projected internally.

No, it’s perfect, Korinna’s essence replied. He frames it as divine magic, but describes it with the precision of an engineer. It is both myth and manual. The audience will be captivated.

The climax of their story was Daedalus's escape. Using the fabricator mites, he doesn't build wings of feather and wax. He weaves a massive, winged cloak from spun diamond fiber, a structure of stunning lightness and strength. He builds a hang glider. In the final scene, he leaps from the Observatory's edge, not as a desperate father fleeing a king, but as a defiant mortal who has stolen knowledge from the gods, sailing silently down through the clouds to return to the world of men.

 When Ovidius read the completed draft to a small group of actors, they were silent, stunned. It was blasphemous, thrilling, and utterly original.

"To stage this..." the lead actor breathed, "the spectacle of the flight alone would fill the theatre for a year."

The first performance was a sensation. The theatre was packed. When the actor playing Daedalus, suspended by a clever system of ropes and counterweights Marda had helped design, soared across the stage on his magnificent wings, the audience gasped as one. But as the play's philosophical implications settled in, a different murmur began. In the shadows of the portico, a stern-faced senator named Cato Secundus stood with two members of the Pontifical College.

"This is not art," one of the priests said, his voice tight with disapproval. "It is poison. He portrays the divine as mere travelers from the Moon, fallible and factional. He strips them of their majesty, their mystery."

Cato nodded grimly. "It is a corruption of the mos maiorum. It encourages men to look to the stars for answers instead of to the gods of Rome. It is a dangerous fantasy, and Ovidius is a dangerous man."

Ovidious triumphant: image by Gemini.
 Up in the stands, Ovidius heard the roar of the crowd, a sound of pure adoration. He squeezed Marda’s hand, a triumphant, manic glint in his eyes. For the first time, his madness felt not like a curse, but like a glorious, terrible weapon. He had their attention now. He was satisfied, for the moment, that his fiction was being heard, unaware that the story he had just begun to tell would soon have very real and very powerful enemies.

 

___End Chapter 5______

Figure 7.
At this point, I got the message shown in Figure 7.

Next: Which of the AI-generated versions of Chapter 5 is best?

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Dec 1, 2024

C3 👁

Figure 1. Creating this blog post.
Back in 2020 I had a blog post called "500k Pageviews". The wikifiction blog has now reached 1,000,000 page views. It is fitting to discuss the milestone of 1M👁 in the 100th blog post of 2024. I got help from the Gemini LLM to craft a cute title for this blog post...

Me: Gemini, let's try to invent a gramogram for some large number that is between 1,000 and 1,000,000,000. I believe I have seen "C" used to mean "100" ( as in "a C note"). Are there other letters that are commonly used to represent numbers?

Foundations of Eternity
Gemini: You're absolutely right about "C" being used to represent 100. While there aren't many widely recognized letter-number substitutions beyond that, we can creatively use letters and symbols to represent numbers in a gramogram.  We could use a combination of letters and numbers to create a concise and memorable gramogram.  Here's an example:  "KᐧC" where "K" could represent 1,000 (a thousand). "C" would represent 100, as you mentioned.  So, "KᐧC" could represent 1,000,000 (a million).

{Note. Gemini is quantitatively challenged. "KᐧK" would be 1,000,000, not KᐧC.}

Me: Gemini, imagine a gramogram in which "C3" is interpreted as "C raised to the third power" and C is interpreted as the number 100.

100 x 100 x 100 = 1,000,000

Gemini

 

 

 Me: Gemini, do you know what the restrictions are on characters that can be used for titles of blog posts with Google's Blogger service? 

Gemini: Blogger doesn't have strict character restrictions for blog post titles. You can use a wide range of characters, including letters, numbers, symbols, and emojis. However, there are some best practices to keep in mind: 1) Length; while there's no strict character limit, it's generally recommended to keep titles concise and under 60 characters.  2) Special Characters; while most characters are allowed, excessive use of special characters or symbols might affect readability. 3) HTML; avoid using HTML tags directly in your title. Blogger's editor will automatically format your text.  It's always a good idea to test your titles in the Blogger editor to ensure they display correctly and don't cause any unexpected formatting issues.

Figure 2. November 3rd, 2024.
Blogger uses "M" to represent 1,000,000.
 Me: what would be the best way to represent exponentiation in the title of a Google's Blogger service blog post? For example: C³   ?

Gemini: Unfortunately, Blogger doesn't have a built-in way to directly display superscript characters like the exponent in C³. However, you can use HTML. For C³, you would use: C<sup>3</sup>.

Me: Until you told me, I had not known that emojis can be included in Google's Blogger service blog post titles.

Gemini: Emojis can indeed be added to Blogger post titles. They can add a fun, visual element and help to grab readers' attention.  However, it's important to use emojis judiciously.

Me: When placed in a Blogger blog post title, C<sup>3</sup> does not immediately be come C³ in the user interface for creating the blog post (see Figure 1, above), but when the blog post is viewed, then the title shows C³

In the Stats tab of the Blogger user interface there is a symbol that looks like a stylized human eye (similar to this: 👁) that I believe is used to represent page views.  

November 3rd, 2024 wikifiction blog stats. Google's "eye symbol".

Generated by Mr. Wombo.
See the original image source.
 Gemini: You're absolutely right! The eye symbol in Blogger's Stats tab is indeed used to represent page views. It's a visual cue to indicate the number of times a specific post or page on your blog has been viewed.  This simple yet effective symbol is a common way to represent "views" or "impressions" across various digital platforms. It's likely chosen because the eye is associated with seeing and observing, aligning perfectly with the concept of page views.

The chat session with Gemini (above) shows how the title for this blog post came into existence. As shown in Figure 2, there have been several times through the years when page views for this blog were occurring at an unusually high rate. I suspect that those periods of time may have been when various bots were crawling through Blogger blogs and artificially inflating the page view counts.

In the kitchen with Mr. Wombo.
 My personal journey. Since I put this blog behind Google's "sensitive content" barrier in 2021, I suspect that most of the traffic here is myself and bots. Since the wikifiction blog is my personal diary (mainly used for documenting my interests in and exploration of science fiction) it surprises me when other people visit here.

 One to Foresee the Future. The unconventional title for this blog post was inspired by the Hugo Gernsback story "Ralph 124C 41+".

Future present: Google's FX projects, "labs.google/fx".

Coming in 2025: Part 6 of "The Fesarians".

Next: "D*", a new science fiction story.

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Dec 31, 2023

Twissell's Leap

the Time Portal

 Time Travel. Back in 2021 I wrote a science fiction story called Old Time Gaming. Part of that story was the first chapter of a story-within-a-story called Time Portal. Here, I want to present Chapter 2 of Time Portal. But first...

Blogger date bug.

I'm always looking for ways to imagine that time travel actually exists in our universe. When I tried to publish my first blog post of 2024, I simply waited until after midnight and then pressed the "Publish" button. However, the blog post ("1924") was displayed as having been posted in December of 2023, as shown in the image to the left. I previously commented on this bug in the Blogger software back in 2021. I suppose there are some Blogger bugs that Google will simply never fix.

Figure 1. "1924" was first published at 12:51 AM on January first, 2024.

 As shown above in Figure 1, the first time that I published "1924" it was 12:51 AM  on the first day of 2024. I unpublished that blog post and quickly created "Twissell's Leap" which I published at 12:57  (see Figure 2, below).

Figure 2.   Time leap.
As shown above, the Blogger software knows that both "1924" and "Twissell's Leap" were published on January 1st 2024, but "Twissell's Leap" is indexed and displayed in the running list of blog posts under December 2023.

Time travel scene.

It seems appropriate that "Twissell's Leap" is lost in some time crack between 2023 and 2024. They key unanswered question at the end of Chapter 1 of Time Portal is: when in Time will Dr. Twissell appear after making use of his newly constructed time portal? The only clue for readers is the idea that the diary of Patty Bekom's grandmother (Francesca) provided important information to Patty about how to build a functioning time portal. Patty Bekom was also able to devise a mathematical means of estimating how far into the past an object will travel upon passing through the time portal. 

1830 edition
So, who was "Francesca" and when did she devise the 11 equations that that constitute the Pythagorean Symmetries and make time travel possible? In Chapter 8 of Old Time Gaming, readers are told that in Abigail Longfellow's 1830 science fiction story, Professor Francesca Maurolico discovered the mathematical equations that describe movement through the temporal dimension. However, the version of Time Portal that was written by Emma Phillips is a quite different story. Abigail's children passed an oral account of the original Time Portal story on to her descendants, and that was what led Emma to write her own version of the story.

time loop (see)
In Chapter 9 of Old Time Gaming, readers are introduced to David Phillips who has important gene patterns that Manny the bumpha wants to assemble into telepathic humans. I imagine that David's descendants, including Emma, all have some ability to access information in the Sedron Time Stream. Manny is rather ruthless in using Abigail and Emma as targets for the wrath of Maria Green, but by providing these human sacrifices to Maria, Manny is able to accomplish her goal of making sure that Tyhry is aware of hierions

By the time when Tyhry comes along, time travel is no longer possible and Maria Green is no longer struggling to prevent alterations to Earth's timeline. Tyhry can take the first steps towards deploying hierion-based technologies on Earth, as told in City on the Edge of Tomorrow. However, during the events described in Time Portal, Maria Green and Manny are still struggling to determine the future of Humanity.

Chapter 2 of Time Portal. (read Chapter 1)

Twissell in Perth, 1918
Dr. Twissell regained consciousness and gave thanks for having landed at his new point in Time on soft, swampy ground; he only had two cracked ribs. He quickly began to curse his luck at having landed in the middle of Australia's largest raspberry patch which was in the Swan river flood plane.

 Twissell was dismayed at the wild desolation of the site of the University campus until he remembered that it was not until the 1930s that the campus moved to the banks of the Swan river. After five miles of trudging, Twissell was ready to rip out his aching ribs, but he had arrived at the original downtown site of the University. Along the way, he'd found a tattered and wind-blown page of an April 3, 1918 edition of The West Australian newspaper. His target in Time had been the 1920s, and now he feared that he might have arrived long before Professor Francesca Maurolico had been hired by the University. 

After his first week in 1918, Twissell was certain that Francesca was not on campus. With the war on, at the University there were chronic shortages of technical staff and experienced academicians. Twissell started working as a mathematics tutor, but by the end of the week his talents were recognized by a University administrator and he had been hired as an instructor.

After a month in 1918, Twissell moved into a small cottage on the edge of town and drove a rickety 1910 model T to and from the campus. Having established a routine as a mathematics instructor, Twissell felt confident that he would know as soon as Francesca arrived at the University. It was just a matter of waiting. Eventually he would be able to collaborate with Francesca and, hopefully, they would learn the secret of how to travel into the future. Twissell dreamed of again seeing his wife and while waiting for Francesca, he continued to study her temporal equations.

Twissell's routine was disrupted when his Dean appeared at his office door and invited him to lunch one day. Twissell was known around Perth by a false name: Thompson. Wilson ordered lunch and then said, "Thompson, why won't you tell me where you are from? I've only known you a few weeks, but it is obvious that you know more about mathematics and science than anyone else in Western Australia."

Dean Wilson
Twissell shrugged. He had tried to be careful not to reveal any secrets from the future to people in the past, but he had found it impossible to completely hide the fact that he knew the future course of scientific and technical advance. Little things slipped out. Rumors about his abilities spread by way of gossip and what was rapidly becoming the 'legend of Thompson' and tales of the amazing things he often said kept moving from person to person in the small University community. Wild stories about his inexplicable abilities were amplified with each re-telling. Hoping to avoid attention, Twissell told his boss, "There's really nothing more I can tell you, Dean Wilson. My parents used to teach at the University of Iowa, but they retired and we moved to Australia. I like to travel... I just move around as I choose..."

Wilson complained, "You're a poor liar. Look, if you have had some kind of ugly trouble in your past, I don't care. I'd like to hire you as a professor, but you need credentials. I know a print shop that can..."

Twissell laughed and interrupted. "That isn't necessary. I like teaching students. As an instructor, I have time for my hobby. I don't want the responsibilities of a professor."

 Dean Wilson pretended to pound his head in frustration. "It is almost as if you are trying to make me angry. I need your brain, Thompson." The Dean picked up two pieces of paper off of the table. He'd already shown them to Twissell. They were letters from two students who had inquired about the possibility of majoring in mathematics. Both of the students were in the Business program, but having studied with Twissell, they wanted more mathematics course work. Wilson asked Twissell, "Will you do me a favor? Write out a curriculum for a mathematics department and three degree levels. When I get it funded, you can take charge as program director."

dimensional engineering (see)
"That sounds like work." For a time Twissell talked about his "hobby", exploring the mathematics of an 11-dimensional universe with 9 spatial dimensions and two temporal dimensions.

Not understanding anything that 'Thompson' was saying, finally, Dean Wilson interrupted. "Here's an idea. You submit your 11-dimension mathematical model as a Ph.D. dissertation and we'll quickly get you a Western University diploma. Since you abhor administrative duties, I'll arrange things so that you can have a research professorship with no petty administrative distractions. You'll be able to hire a staff that will handle the details of administering the mathematics department, but you'll provide the direction, vision and guidance. We'll both get what we want."

Twissell rubbed his chin and thought about the practical problem of creating a new mathematics department from scratch in the dismal cultural wasteland of Western Australia. "You know there are no qualified applicants to hire. If you want a mathematics department, it is going to have to be home-grown." He picked up the two letters from the two students who he had tutored. "We can start with Ruth and Frankie, but Frances needs a scholarship. She can't apply herself to mathematics in the way demanded by her superb brain if she has to continue working."

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Ruth Brown
Working together, Dean Wilson and Twissell brought into existence a Department of Mathematics. Ruth Brown and Frances "Frankie" McMartin became the first two students to earn a mathematics degree from the University. In 1922, Frankie became the first graduate student in mathematics, soon followed by Francesca Maurolico.

Dr. Twissell met Francesca on September 13th, 1922. Twissell was in a classroom that had several blackboards, which he liked to use to explore the equations of the Pythagorean Symmetries. He continued to struggle to understand the fundamental asymmetry of the system of equations; why it was possible to travel into the past, but not into the future.

Having arrived in Perth just that day, after a short meeting with Dean Wilson, Francesca had spent an hour searching the campus for Twissell. She opened the classroom door and asked, "Dr. Thompson?"

He was in the midst of expanding a Fourier series representation of a hypothetical temporal symmetry equation and ignored Francesca, suspecting she was a student arriving for a scheduled class. Observing the notation that Twissell was using, Francesca commented, "How strange."

 Dr. Twissell looked at Francesca and recognized her, although she looked far younger than she had appeared in the one photograph of Patty Bekom's grandmother that he had seen. He set down the piece of chalk and said, "Not as strange as you think, Francesca. I can explain..."

Pythagorean Symmetries
Francesca chuckled, "What, did Dr. Williams send you a copy of my thesis?"

 Twissell asked, "Who is Dr. Williams?"

"My thesis advisor. I just completed my Masters thesis in Sydney, last month, but here you are, using my temporal quadraine notation."

"Let's go for a walk. I'll try to explain." Twissell led Francesca outside and then down the street towards the sciences building. It was a bright, sunny day and for a moment Twissell was dazzled by the prettiness of Francesca's fresh young face, now marred by a look of consternation. "I've never seen your thesis, but I am familiar with your work."

Francesca shook her head, "I've submitted two articles for publication. They were both rejected. Did you review one of those articles? They should have been accepted for publication!"

Dr. Twissell nodded. "Don't get discouraged. I'm probably the only person in the world who can understand your Pythagorean Symmetries. And don't blame me for the rejection of your two articles... I don't review for any mathematics journals."

"Pythagorean Symmetries." Francesca had never heard that term before. "An intriguing name, but what are Pythagorean Symmetries?"

Twissell sighed and tried to order his racing thoughts. How best to explain everything to Francesca? They were back inside and soon Francesca sat down in Twissell's office. She picked up a note pad off of his desk. "It can't be coincidence. My notation is unique, but you are using it correctly."

 Twissell was too excited to sit down. Pacing in the cramped space behind his desk, he seemed like a caged animal. "I need you to promise me that you won't discuss what I am going to tell you. This must be our secret."

Francesca asked, "You have been spying on me?"

"In a sense. No, not the usual way, I assure you. You must believe me... I'm a time traveler from the future. In the future, your Pythagorean Symmetries are what makes time travel possible." Twissell looked carefully at Francesca. "Do you believe me?"

"Well, I'm not really surprised." Francesca was only feeling somewhat intimidated by Twissell's incessant nervous pacing. "Somehow... will you believe me? Somehow, I've known all my life that I would discover the secret of Time... so hearing you say it... no, I can't really say that I'm surprised. When are you from?"

Twissell suddenly realized that this was the last piece of the puzzle. To complete this loop in time, there had to be an explanation for why Francesca had never told anyone about meeting someone from the future. Somehow, Francesca instinctively knew that in order to have a collaborator from the future, she had to keep the nature of that collaboration a secret. He muttered to himself, "That's why there is no temporal paradox."

Francesca nodded. "I think I can see the future, Dr. Thompson. Because I can see the future I know that information can move back through time. And now... I guess you are proof that physical time travel is also possible, although that raises some interesting questions, doesn't it? Why is it only you are here from the future? If time travel technology exists in the future, then why am I only now learning about it?"

Twissell shook his head. "Don't expect me to explain that. I came rushing here, to the past, just one day after my time portal was constructed."

Francesca said, "You never answered my question. When are you from?"

Twissell was reluctant to tell Francesca anything about the future. "I'll tell you this. In the future I know your granddaughter."

"Fascinating. But I suppose you are correct..." Francesca tried to think it through, then she shrugged. "I can't know my own future without creating a temporal paradox." Francesca opened her handbag and took out a sheet of paper which she handed across the desk to 'Thompson'. It was the application form for graduate study that she had obtained from Dean Wilson earlier that day. "I suppose there is a loop in time which requires me to do my Ph.D. work with you as my advisor."

Francesca
Twissell was pleased that Francesca was so quick to understand. "I even have a project for you. The other student working with me is Frances McMartin. I want you to teach her the system of equations that you invented. The three of us will work together to develop your equations and learn how they describe the dimensional structure of Time."

Francesca stood up. "Very well, Dr. Thompson. I can start tomorrow. Now, I have to meet my husband. Hopefully, he has found us an apartment."

Twissell asked, "You have a husband?"

Francesca asked, "Why shouldn't I have a husband? He got transferred here by the Army. That's why I came to Perth."

Twissell walked with Francesca out of the building. "I never learned much about your life from your grand-daughter. I do not know anything about your personal life, only your mathematics." They were on the sidewalk. Twissell asked Francesca, "Can I give you a ride?"

"Sure. Thanks. We have a room at the the Esplanade."

Twissell took Francesca down the street to his car. At this time, Twissell was driving an Austin Twenty. While Twissell drove to the Esplanade Hotel, Francesca told him about her husband's experiences in Europe during the war and his current assignment to the Army's Cantonment rehabilitation hospital. "The hospital is being closed, but the army want's to re-purpose the facility." 

Francesca outside the Esplanade
As Francesca got out of the car in front of the hotel, Twissell told her, "I'll introduce you to McMartin, tomorrow." She nodded and walked away.

Twissell watched Francesca walk into the hotel lobby and then he drove to his cottage, stopping along the way for groceries. Arriving home, Twissell was not surprised to find that Frances was there. In fact, since beginning her graduate work, she spent most of her time at the cottage, reading about systems of differential equations. Entering the kitchen with his bags of food, Twissell found Frances among a collection of mathematics journals that were spread across the kitchen table. She looked up and said, "I did not expect you back this early." She got to her feet, planted a wet kiss on Twissell's lips and then she started clearing off the table.

Twissell said, "You're fine, don't let me interrupt your reading." He set the bags on the counter. Twissell could not contain his excitement. He told Frances, "We have a new graduate student... Francesca Maurolico. You must meet her, Frankie."

 Frances had the table cleared. "Are you hungry? I'll make dinner."

Twissell began unpacking his two bags of groceries. "I'll cook. You can continue your reading. I want you to start studying with Francesca."

 Frances sat back down at the table with an open journal in front of her, but she did not read. "Who is this Francesca? Where is she from?"

Becky
For a minute, Twissell was busy cooking. He was thinking about the mystery of Francesca Maurolico. In the future, when he had first learned her name, he had gone to the University library and searched for historical records that might include mention of her. He'd been surprised to learn that there had been another Francesca Maurolico who died in 1650, also an obscure mathematician known for her book of prophecies. 

Now, Twissell turned his back on the stove and gazed at Frances. Occasionally, when they got too horny to think strait, he and Frances made love and drank wine. He'd been startled when he first met Frances because she reminded him of his wife, Becky. Again, he wondered if he might impregnate Frances and if his wife might actually by one of his own descendants. His thoughts were swirling, but Frances was waiting for an answer. "She did her masters work in Sydney. Her husband is working for the Army and got stationed here."

They discussed the system of inter-related equations that Francesca had discovered. Towards the end of dinner, Twissell told Frances, "I want you to work with Francesca and help explore the physical interpretation of the temporal equations."

Frances objected, "I don't understand why you insist on giving an absurd physical interpretation to these equations. How can there be nine spatial dimensions and two temporal dimensions?"

"I don't know." He reached out and ran a finger tip along her puzzled brow. 

She took hold of his hand. "When you look at me like that... shall I open a bottle of wine?"

He laughed. "I should never touch you. But I can't resist. It is not right for me to have my student as a lover." 

Frances took their two plates to the sink then planted a hot kiss on Twissell's lips. He said, "I'll never understand why you put up with me... a fat old man."

Frankie at the shore, 1922.
"You're not fat! I admit you are not much of a lover. Even when I get you in bed, you still talk mathematics." She opened a bottle of wine and poured out two goblets full. "You could marry me, then you would not feel so guilty about our little sexual romps."

Twissell felt lost. He was in an impossible position. He could never know what he should do. It was true... since arriving in the past he had lost weight and he regularly exercised. He was twice the age of Frances, but she seemed to really enjoy bouncing around in bed with him and discovering creative ways to achieve orgasms.

However,  as sweet and uncomplicated as his relationship with Frances was, it seemed to Twissell that he could at any moment alter the past and change the future. Maybe even erase himself or his wife from existence. But did that really matter?

The more his relationship with Frankie developed, the less concerned Twissell grew about returning to the future to be with his wife. And time was against him. He continued to age. How could he ever explain a sudden increase in his age if he did manage to travel back to the future and return to his wife? Twissell swallowed wine and gazed at Frankie's pretty face. He told himself that it was her creative mathematical mind that really intrigued him. His hope was, that even if Francesca had never solved the problem of temporal polarity, maybe Frankie could come at the problem from another direction and discover the secret of time travel to the future.

Continue to: Chapter 3 of Time Portal.

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