this thing or created it? Either option was mind blowing.
Mark also began to realize the data was multi dimensional. It extended beyond space, but also beyond the normal flow of time. This was all theory and he was observing from a hacked line through the system, but he thought he was right.
“Are they processing data from the past and the future? Is that what this is?” Mark let the questions hang in the air.
The ability to predict the future would be quite a power for a group like CDR. That would be the type of project they might hide behind layers of security in their secret labs.
Mark stared at the pulsing light in the camera feeds he had hacked in the lab. He was facing away from “It” and seeing its after images instead of looking on the mystery object directly.
“Like Moses hiding in the cleft of the rock and watching the glow of God after he had passed,” Mark whispered.
Mark had not been in church for years. Not since he was a kid and his grandmother made him go. But the story of Moses being infected with the glory of God even though he only caught a glimpse, had stuck with Mark for some reason. It was like a ghost story. It was something to be afraid of back when the universe still held danger and mystery. Those fears were part of what drove him to study how things worked so that he could control them and control his world. It was what drove him to build his first computer in his grandmother’s garage using scavenged parts and a solder gun. Some of the parts were stolen too. Mark had worried then that God was watching him even though he couldn’t see God. After he built his computer, he was a little less afraid and believed the universe was something he could manipulate, understand, and control. He felt like he no longer had to hide in a hole like Moses afraid of what might be passing by outside in the stories from Bible school.
Mark felt those twinges of fearful wonder from childhood again as he stared at the golden light on the lab walls. He was back to that old time feeling about the universe again. The thing that CDR was hiding had reawakened that in Mark.
There was something down there worth knowing.
Mark’s breath caught and he stared at the screen for a moment before he allowed himself to breathe again. He said, “Dr. Kell is texting someone on his device in the lab with this thing.”
Mark’s eyes went wide and he pulled up the feed of Dr. Kell’s device screen again. He scrolled back through the bubbles. There was a lot. He wished he could download it or copy it onto his own computer to read in detail later, but that wasn’t an option. He read through enough to realize that it was not an ordinary conversation about work or running errands. Dr. Kell was asking big questions about the universe. The answers were cryptic. They were sometimes confused. Not exactly answers from someone of this world.
Mark scrolled back to get to the current conversation.
“How can that be?” Dr. Kell typed.
“We are all being observed as we observe.” The blue bubble popped up in response. “If the outcome of events can be seen beyond this moment, I can tell what will happen. This lab will not be safe. There are forces outside of here both conscious and unconscious that bring harm. You will be unable to keep me safe from harm. Precautions must be taken outside this lab. Precautions must be taken that you are not capable of taking yourself, Dr. Kell.”
Dr. Kell typed out another green bubble. “The future is not set. Even telling me the outcome should allow that to be altered. Is that not true?”
Mark swallowed on a dry throat and wiped his lips with one gloved hand. Were they really discussing predicting the future like he had thought? And who or what was on the other end of that discussion?
“Probability and statistics uses available data to calculate likely outcomes. In those cases, a prediction is made, Dr. Kell. Even knowing the prediction, the same agents fight to make the outcome