Science Bible - Subjugation: Science Bible, #1

By Roy Jackaman

(Book 1 of 3) This is a metaphysical sci-fi story. New Edition 28th October 2019.

It is the middle of the 21st century and behind the façade of everyday life, there lurks another meaning.  The Professor thinks it is a controlling force hacking the very control centre of the human mind.

 
When Raith has a peculiar experience on a routine space mission, he undergoes a thorough medical examination.  There are strange elements of memory existing in his mind.  Does this relate to his strange encounter?

Meanwhile, the Professor's organization under his guidance still pursues his controversial agenda.  They launch a test to verify it.  

This is the first book in the series; it is a 'must read' to understand the complex nature of the characters for succeeding books.

This book is written in UK English.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Excelsior
• Release date: Jan 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386599999

Roy Jackaman

The author has earned degrees in mathematics, has a substantial career as an IT Specialist and is a member of MENSA. He has lived in many parts of the world. The objective of his writing is to tell a story from a technical idea and to present it in a readable form. He enjoys writing about complex fictional issues and abstract notions.  

Book preview

Genesis

Like a celestial symphony , the music played across the heavens.  No, not across the heavens.  They were absent.  There wasn’t a molecule of substance to transport the sound.  No gift of vision, nothing to see.  Although was there something? Any witness invited to the scene would not have located it.

The illustrious orchestra continued to play, raptures to a listening ear if there had been one present.  Its signature, a desolate and rhythmic beat.  Not heard but experienced.  A primordial wildness.  An ethereal ghosting.  A detached and foreign sensation.  The disturbance, which defied explanation pulsated like the swelling of a thought in a vessel.  A plaintive call of the wild trying relentlessly to communicate.  It could not.  That message in the ether before our own universe had existed.  Within its blackness, the void, incapable of comprehension.  Then the weak force of time engaged.

From the soothing abyss it came.  Just like those aeons earlier.  Another happening, obeying no laws, no rules, bent on absurdity.  A primordial fireball heralding a beginning, forged from the emptiness of space, forming the start of a story.  Who could have believed it would receive a name?  But later, rudimentary life forms did so.  It was a visceral attempt to name the unimaginable.  To label it and explain from where they had arrived.  A deity.  A creator. Creation.  The universe, and one which would wreak such havoc on its inhabitants.

After the confusion, the new order came.  New serenity; a civilised and unexpected conclusion to the torment of the birth.   Confusion settled from the barbarity of creation to the calmness of knowledge.  The reassuring predictability of reason and with that man, amongst innumerable others, putting the intractability of reality behind them.  Forgotten.  Impossible.  Too difficult to contemplate

In desperation to understand the loneliness of space and the desolation of hope, came the cry for gods and demons.  Then followed, the new twists and ever inventive stories.  Every conceivable explanation because the truth was so very hard to fathom.  Reminiscent of before the chaos of creation.  Where the soothing ether held neutrality.  Remaining in charge before it all happened.  Before the Genesis happened.

From the present, if there could be such an untenable position in time’s labyrinth, retreating to eternity.  It could have been an insignificant moment for entities, which had arisen.  Cosmic time-periods defining their lifespan.  Fundamental entities inhabiting the universe like bacteria in a petri dish darting in and out of the dimensions; flirting with reality.

Eventually humans, declared ways to measure the epochs of the universe.  The ferment, the universe of matter, the consolidation of the physical laws.  Humans measuring aeons.  For the Fundamentals, a passing moment.  Fundamentals composing reality differently, a much grander way than did the ephemeral humans.  Fundamentals joining, becoming one.  Fundamental.

As the epochs of the universe had progressed, the age of the consolidation had brought changes.  The seething cauldron of confusion gained a foothold in reason.  Coerced into playing by the rules; the physical laws. 

With change, the Fundamentals had spawned, scattering themselves in various sectors of space; they turned the cosmos, but more specifically the galaxies, into their domains. Running rampant with their colossal authority.  These entities, because of their power and control, became synonymous with reality.  They were a necessary condition and caused the strange feelings humans felt.  An omnipotence who took on a father-like human form in their minds.  Feelings of being in the presence of gods that later became God, a complex of the ferment.

It had not occurred through chance.  The subjugation of humans happened without their consent.  Humans, the latecomers to the cosmic party didn’t know.  Instead, they guessed.  Reality and the cause of it, became divine and unimaginable.  It had to be the case.  Humans had such a meagre, futile mind.  The universe’s rulebook, had been locked in place.  Before the advent of man.  The physical laws became omnipresent even if, at least, they would stay in their sectors.  They would retain a presence for the near future; however, that time span would be measured. The cosmos had spat out its decrees in the absence of humans.  The whole had absorbed reason, science, and mathematics. 

As the new epoch of consolidation took hold of the universe, the rudimentary physical laws also took hold; they interleaved with other phenomena that were floating freely.  The rudimentary physical laws merged in different localities, forming different physical laws still.  In the universe, the new epoch of consolidation assured that different physical laws would cohabit.  

IT MAY HAVE BEEN A vast distance from the outreaches of the stars to the seclusion of the Professor’s study but that did not stop him thinking about how it all fitted together.

He was in the middle of his next academic publication, it had connections with his obsession about the stars, the universe, and how they rolled into reality.  Reaching down to his lower drawer he pulled out a bottle of his favourite cognac.  He reached over from his desk to a small table, which paraded his six cognac glasses.  Grabbing a glass he poured himself a sizeable measure.  It was evening; the house was deadly quiet, and his mind was racing.  He looked out from his window and saw the first starry clusters of the evening.  He raised the glass then took a deep draught, deep but only enough to soothe his pulsating brain.  The overactive and demented look on his face dissolved as the strong liquor took effect.  He turned a page of the book lying on the desk; then he moved his hand over to his monitor and touched it with his finger.  He looked intently at the monitor then back to his book as if confirming a piece of information.

He heard a knock on the study door.

In the hushed room, the Professor responded.

Come.

The door swung open.

Tea, Professor?  Molly questioned, although if it were a question it would not explain the old china teapot, teacup, sugar bowl and milk jug she had balanced on the tray she was holding.

The Professor’s face had grimaced as he had wrestled with a thought he was having.  Then his anguish transformed into a smile.

Thank you, Molly.

Molly, who as usual delighted to be of service, smiled.  Then without further ado she promptly turned around walking briskly back to the door from whence she had come.

With Molly’s departure from the room, the Professor sat once again in solitude.  He poured himself tea, this time black with no sugar.  He drank silently, quickly following it with a gulp of cognac.  In the quiet of the room, he thought he could hear almost imperceptible sounds.  He thought back to his book and his mind became agitated.  It was as if his thoughts were becoming weak and vulnerable. 

In the stillness of the room, there appeared a background noise.  A muffled sound.  He ignored the distraction.  His face grimaced as it had done before Molly had entered.  He was once again desperately deep in thought.  He began looking at his monitor; he was working with ideas on the study of reality.  He was looking at it purely from a literary point of view.  Literature was his academic discipline.  Now in the stillness of the room, new thoughts creep into his head.  The light from the desktop lamp seemed a little too dim.  He felt the ache in his bones.  The tiredness.  He was weary yet suddenly there was a thought of expectation.  Suddenly the pen in front of him on the desk rose an inch or so, then it hovered and fell, all in absolute silence.

The Professor jumped in his chair.

What’s?  What was that?

Then he immediately rationalised his thoughts.

Either that pen just levitated one inch above the desk, or I thought it levitated one inch above the desk.  Ha. 

The Professor smiled as he imagined that the hard work over the last two weeks had somehow perverted his sense of perception.

Then a flush of excitement rushed through his body.  He considered.

Of course, the whole face of reality is outside my jurisdiction.  Someone is toying with me.

In an instant, he had his new academic angle on the face of reality, and he had received it as if it was a subliminal message sent by someone or something.  Maybe it was just his overactive and overtired mind.  The Professor was being a little too meagre in his evaluation though.  If he had thought hard, he might have made a connection between the faint noise he had heard in the room and his levitating pen.  Again, could he have thought that the noise he had heard was the persistent interference of reality buzzing all around?  In honesty, no, he couldn’t, that would be the furthest thought from his mind.  However, that was not all he imagined.  His new thoughts were not trivial they were ones which could eventually take biblical proportions.

Even though the Professor was sitting isolated in the study of his residence in what seemed to him to be seclusion, he was still sitting in the midst of a raging cataclysmic ferment.  The universe still raged even though its temper had cooled over the aeons.  It was just that those on Earth did not feel it, did not feel the gravitational pull, or the conflagration from the burning infernos of the stars.  The distance Earth was from quarrelsome objects in space protected it, and by virtue of that protected him.  It was just a matter of distance, distance from the hot spots and the violent gravitational disturbances.  However, reality was not part of the concoction of space, it was not an object with a gravitational pull; it did not spew forth bursts of energy.  It was vastly different.  It was ineluctable.  Immersing everyone, no one could escape.  Unlike the strength of physical forces, which could fluctuate according to proximity, reality was always all around.  Distance posed no problems.  There was a twist though; an aberrant moment and reality could change.  Reality could disappear. 

The floating pen may not have been floating over his desk; it may have been floating over a desk several dimensions away.  That was the power of reality; it knew no bounds.  However, in general, reality was not playing up.  It may have blipped in the Professors study for a moment or two, but in general, it was as stable as it was normally.  The Professor was as conversant as anyone else with reality and its effects.  However, that day in his study he certainly didn’t know those effects.  He didn’t rightly care.  However, if he had known how the minutiae of reality worked, and how quickly it could change, he would not have been so complacent. 

THE NEXT EVENING IN the large room of his rambling house, the Professor raised a glass.

To fame and fortune.

It was a hastily gathered party for a special occasion, the Professor’s special occasion.  He, the Professor, had invited associates.  Mostly those who he thought would attend, and those who liked to chew the fat, scientifically speaking.  His guests were as dysfunctional as was the good Professor.  If they did not share the Professor’s academic prowess, they more than made up for it with other intellectual pedigrees.  His attendees also shared a penchant for any occasion where they could savour the delights of a few cocktails, and in the meantime escape the rigours of work. 

The Professor raised his glass again, as the flood of well-being from the previous glass overtook him.

It was one of the Professor’s favourite Prosecco’s and he had chosen it to christen the new venture, the forming of his new enterprise. 

To fame and fortune.  Part two.

The eleven people gathered in the room returned the toast and although the returned sentiment was not homogeneous, it was as homogeneous as one could expect from such a collection of human anomalies.

Fame and fortune.

Good luck.

Right side up!

The Professor had not finished; he had one final protocol to cement the occasion.  It was a triviality really but given his love of all things Italian it was one totally expected.

Salute.

As the Professor toasted those gathered, in his finest Italian accent.  He drifted into his favourite dreamlike role.  He not only wished the health of those gathered but also his long-lost antecedents, the Etruscans, from the Italian shores of Tuscany.  The Professor was head of the Department of Literature.  It was his prerogative to be a romantic. 

Salute, as a chorus of voices returned his wishes.

Now there only remained one question.  How long before the Professor could exercise his perverse mind in his new enterprise?  Finally, the Professor would unleash his intellect.  The thrust and parry of his mind and his thoughts would then start investigating, looking for solutions.  After he had contrived the puzzles from which to find them. 

He had already formed a name for his venture.  Of course, it would be Italian.

THE SORROWFUL CALL of the universe beckoned that