The Physicist

By Mitchell Frogge

The world is shocked by the Nobel Prize Massacres. The lone survivor is rushed to surgery where time splits into two different dimensions, one where he lives and one where he dies. Brian's Dimension Brian Field is rushed back to the United States under government protection. At Nellis AFB he is held practically as a prisoner while the military forces him to work on weapons technology. After two years he escapes with the help of the FBI and creates Field Corporation. Field Corp used technology developed by Brian to fight terrorism and prepare to fight World War III, which is rapidity overtaking the entire planet. Sandy's DimensionSandy Williams inherits Brian's research and discovers a shocking truth, World War III was coming and no one left alive could stop it. The research also said that no one would survive unless Sandy followed Brian's instructions precisely. The plan leads Sandy to Yale then to an isolated spot in northern Canada where she creates a colony designed to allow humanity to survive. But their survival was questionable, even using Brian's greatest secret.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 13, 2000
• ISBN: 9781469708140

Mitchell Frogge

Mitchell Frogge is a former Air Force Captain with over 2500 operational hours flying reconnaissance aircraft. This experience earned him 8 Air Metals, 3 Expeditionary Metals, and honors as a member to the 15th Air Force Reconnaissance Crew of the Year in 1986. He earned his Bachelors of Science in Computer Science from Ball State University in 1981 and his Masters of Science in Physics from East Texas State University in 1995. He left the Air Force in 1987 and currently works as Chief System Engineer for a small company in Iowa. He became interested in writing novels soon after he left the Air Force and started writing technical manuals professionally. He now writes novels for the sheer joy of creating for the same amount of time.. He enjoys motorcycle riding, boating, woodworking, building stained glass windows, movies, and is an inactive member of MENSA.

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Chapter 1

One World 

Why are we here?

Because this is an important event.

Important, Jay smirked, a bunch of over educated pinheads patting each other on the backs because they know more five syllable words than the rest of us. That is not my idea of important.

Craig Kyle looked up from his notes and starred at his cameraman and thought, jerk. Then in his best anchorman’s voice he tried to explain again how important the event was. The politicians may run the world but it’s the scientist who make it move forward. The Nobel Prize is the ultimate award for the work they do. Its like the Academy Awards in Hollywood. Most of the people here are Nobel Prize recipients. They are here to honor their contemporaries and induct them into a very exclusive club. If wasn’t for these and other scientist we would still be living in the middle ages and you would be out in a field somewhere pulling a plow.

OK, OK, Jay said in his most patronizing tone, lets get this over with. My next assignment is in Iran. They’re having a boarder clash with Iraq and I’m more then ready for some excitement.

The World Cable Network broadcast of the Nobel Prize presentation ceremonies was coming to a close. Craig reviewed his notes on the winners before his final broadcast. The presentation of the awards for physics, chemistry, medicine, economy and literature had already been completed. The winners and the audience had adjourned to a reception area and were waiting on the presentation of the Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo, Norway.

The new laureates, mostly American, were using their newfound popularity to lecture about their ideas. Dr. Thomas Moore from Harvard had shared the prize for chemistry with Doctor Henry Campbell and John Smyth from Cambridge for their new theory on molecular bonding. Brain Field, the only non-doctoral winner (his doctorate was pending the final paperwork), had developed exact superstring equations and solutions for all four nuclear forces (strong, week, electromagnetic, and gravitational). He was expanding on his theories and experiments about gravitons, which had won him the Physics Prize to several other physicists, including his father. The medical laureates, Dr. Jeffrey Bailey and Dr. Janet True, had published the results of twenty years of research on DNA. Dr. Ivan Rechacove was explaining to a group of bankers how the world economy was bound to collapse within five years, or double the gross national product of most nations depending on how the contributing factors were interpreted. Dr. Harriet Van Johnson was talking about the parallels between poetry and prose in her work.

The banquet room had a large projection television screen set up at the far end with a close circuit hook up to Oslo so the group could witness the presentation of the Metal for Peace. Setting in front of the screen were five, one hundred-year-old tables with fine lace tablecloths draped over them. Waiters were bringing some of the finest foods in the world out of the kitchen. Busboys were taking away the empty platters and replacing them with full ones as soon as they were emptied. Three hundred forty- two of the most brilliant people in the world were stuffing their faces and preparing to watch the presentation of the Peace Prize to Dr. Shawn Norris for his work with the homeless in America.

In Oslo the master of ceremonies introduced Dr. Norris. Shawn walked out on stage and was greeted by deafening applause. He accepted the award from the master then turned toward the audience and acknowledged the applause. Shawn looked down at the metal and smiled. Then a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face and as he stood there a small red circle appeared on his white shirt and quickly expanded. The metal slipped out of his hand as he stumbled and fell.

The applause in Oslo stopped and was replaced with gasps and murmuring about what was wrong. The master of ceremonies rushed over to Dr. Norris and saw the blood then checked for his pulse. Reaching down he closed Shawn’s eyes, first the left one and then the right. He put the medallion back in Dr. Norris’s left hand and put his hand on his chest. He stood up and went back to the microphone, ignoring any danger he himself might be in, Dr. Norris is dead and apparently he has been shoot. The murmur in the audience increased. A stagehand called the police. The master of ceremonies sat back down by the body and waited for the officials to arrive, ignoring the fact that the sniper might still be out there targeting him. He looked out over the audience. They had started to panic and were running for the exits. Judy Norris, Shawn’s wife, had made her way to the stage. She was holding her husband’s hand and crying. The master of ceremonies watched the crowd as it left. He saw neither a gun nor a gunman.

In Sweden, every one had stopped talking and most eyes were locked on the screen. Jay had grabbed his mini-cam thinking that this assignment might not be a total loss after all. He started filming the crowd’s reaction. No one spoke out loud until a voice from the back of the room yelled out in a thick middle-eastern accent, Bravo.

As the bravo echoed through the hall Brain Field grabbed his parent’s hands without even turning around and headed for the kitchen exit. A man stepping out of the kitchen door stopped the three of them. At the same time another man on the other side of television screen came out of the other kitchen door blocking that exit. Brain could see the bodies of the staff lying on the kitchen floor as the door swung back and forth. The man who had yelled pressed the barrel of a nine-millimeter automatic into Jay’s neck and leveled a machine gun with an extended clip at the crowd. Say goodbye to the smart people, the gunman whispered to Jay, and keep filming

The two men who entered the room from the kitchen started to fire. Brian tried to protect his parents but he wasn’t fast enough. The first sweep of guns dropped twenty people and sent the rest of the crowd running for the main exit at the front of the room. When the crowd turned to run the first gunman fired killing seven more people and turning the crowd back towards the screen. The people in the back of the room were running from the gunman by the main entrance and the people in the front of the room were running from the gunmen by the screen. The crowd was being herded into the center of the room by the curtain of bullets. The gunmen continued killing people on the edge. Within 30 seconds over 120 people were dead. Within one minute over 200 were dead. Within 4 minutes the only people standing were the three gunmen, the cameraman, and Craig Kyle. While the spokesman covered Jay and Craig the other two gunmen went through the bodies killing anyone who might still be alive. They went into the bathrooms and found seven people, then killed them. Ten minutes after it started the three gunmen gathered together at the front entrance. No one had arrived to stop them. There had been no security for the banquet because they were just a group of scientist. The terrorist knew this and knew it would take the police 13 minutes to get there. They had another three minuets before the police arrived. They turned their attention to the newsmen.

Stop filming and put down the camera. Jay stopped and put the unit down. The two newsmen faced the three terrorists. The spokesman pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Craig. This is our statement to the world. Craig took the envelope and started to read the message. Behind the terrorist a man rose up to his hands and knees from the pile of bodies. His tux was red with blood from where he had been shot and his head hung down to the floor as he started to crawl. Craig ignored him hoping the terrorist would not turn and see him. Jay starred at him. As the man moved he knocked a glass against the wall. The spokesman turned, raised his pistol, aimed, and shot the man in the head. The man fell back to the floor. The spokesman turned back to the newsmen.

Craig spoke You call this justification?

You will broadcast the message or we will kill the two of you and pin the note to your dead bodies.

Do as he says, Craig, Jay whispered.

I guess I don’t have a choice.

The gunmen disappeared into the hall, smiling, when they heard the police sirens.

After the terrorist left Jay dropped to his knees and grabbed his camera. He started checking the playback. Hello, Pulitzer Prize, he drooled as he watched the video, ignoring the devastation.

Welcome to the Middle Ages, Craig Kyle sighed while he surveyed the incredible damage done by the three men in less than thirteen minuets.

Chapter 2

One World 

The police and rescue units had been on the scene for about 30 minutes when they discovered the only living person besides the news crew. The paramedics carefully placed the man on the stretcher and started to carry him out. Do you know who he is, Craig ask as Jay and his camera hovered over the man like an over eager undertaker.

No idea yet, an officer replied as he pushed Jay back. "Whoever, he is he’s the luckiest man I ever saw. To have been shoot that many times and still be alive takes a strong will to survive. Two paramedics prepped him for the trip to the hospital and left while the rest of the emergency personal continued to look for more survivors. When the ambulance reached the hospital the man was still alive. The attendants rushed him into the emergency room where the doctors were waiting.

At the same time the survivor was being rushed to the hospital every embassy in town was sending security personnel to the banquet room to find out what had happened. Every news service in the world, including WCN, was also trying to find out what had happened. The Swedish police briefly questioned Craig and Jay, unsatisfied with the answers they took them to police headquarters for even more questions. Craig kept the envelope that was given to him by the terrorist in his pocket. He was keeping it a secret because he felt the public had a right to know what it said and he knew the police would not allow the contents to be broadcast. So the two of them sat in a small, mirrored room while the police watched the tape and continued to ask questions.

Greg Morris was on loan to the State Department from the FBI. He had been sent to the hospital to see if the survivor was an American. Greg was an expert on terrorism with some very unpopular ideas on how to protect the U.S. from attacks. He had been given to the State Department to keep him out of the hair of the current FBI administration.

Greg wasn’t happy being sent to the hospital. He wanted to see the attack site before amateur detectives and the press destroyed it. Most of all he wanted to see the note they left. He was sure they left a note and he was just as sure the newsmen had it. Otherwise the two newsmen would be dead along with everyone else. This could just as easily happened in the United States. He wanted to go after the man who planned the attack before he set his sites on the United States. And he needed the note to do it.

Dr. Simon left the emergency room after two hours of stabilizing the patient. He went to the waiting room where the press and embassy representatives were. He quieted the crowd and spoke, First, as of now there has only been one survivor brought in from the massacre and at this time we are not expecting any one else. Second, the man is an American, so is anyone here from the American Embassy? Greg came forward. Would the rest of you please stay in the waiting room? If there are any more victims brought in we will contact you as soon as we find out about them. Greg and the doctor left the room full of newspersons still demanding to know everything. The doctor introduced himself and explained the condition of the man, "I’m afraid that there is not much hope. The man had been shot several times. Two or three bullets shattered the tibia in his left leg. One of his kidneys has been destroyed along with several feet of his lower intestines. He has a collapsed lung and one bullet nicked the heart. I have not idea why his heart was still beating when he arrived here. We closed the hole and put him on an external pacemaker so right now it is beating, how long that will continue only God knows. He was also shot in the head. The bullet followed a very strange path. It entered the right temple struck the skull

and circumnavigated the head outside of the skull but under the skin, then bulled the exited out the left temple."

Why aren’t you operating on him now? Greg asked. We need to stabilize him first.

Isn’t that what you have been doing for the last two hours? We need to replace the blood he lost and is still loosing. If he is still alive ten hours from now he may be stable enough to operate on. I guess I have only one more question, what’s his name? Brain Field.

Chapter 3

One World 

A man and a woman walked into the hospital room where Brian Field lay. He was being given several units of blood to stabilize his condition so that he would have some chance to survive the massive amount of surgery that had to be done. They went in during the nurses shift change so no one noticed them.

This is him, the man said.

He’s only twenty years old. The fact that he is so young and strong is one reason he is still alive, but definitely not the only reason. Still, he is very young to have accomplished so much.

As the two strangers continued to talk Brian slowly opened his eyes for the first time since he arrived at the hospital. He looked up at the intruders. He’s awake, the woman said, and I think he knows were here!

Amazing, how could he be awake after everything he has been through. Then again, what did we expect? This man determined the destiny of human history for 10,000 years, and whether he live or dies will determined the course it took.

I wish there was something we could do for him.

We are only here to observe. We can neither kill him nor cure him. We can do nothing to affect events in this time line. We don’t know what effect that would have on other time lines. This is the most pivotal days in the history of mankind.

Do you think he could have accomplished as much as he did if he had been born ten thousand years from now?

If he had been born in our era he would still be a thousand years ahead of the rest of us.

The woman stroked Brian’s hair and he closed his eyes and fell back into a coma. Greg Morris entered the room. He had a strange feeling someone else was there. Who’s here, he demanded, pulling out his gun. Dr. Simon entered the room. Greg wheeled and pointed the gun at him. When he recognized him he turned back to the room. No one was there. Greg started searching the room.

Simon walked over to Brian, what is going on here, why do you have your gun drawn?

I thought someone was in here with Dr. Field. It appears I was wrong.

There was no one here except you. And you are the only threatening person in the room. The doctor checked Brain’s vitals. It looks like he is stable enough for surgery. Simon called the nurses and they moved him to the operating room. I still don’t hold much hope for him but we’ll try.

Greg was left standing in the room, bewildered. His gun was still drawn, and he was suddenly aware that being at the hospital was an important job after all.

Chapter 4

One World 

While Brian Field was in surgery fighting for his life the world witnessed for the first time the massacres in Norway and Sweden, courtesy of the World Cable Network. The show started with the video of the murder of Dr. Shawn Norris in Oslo. Then they played, Jay’s video of the mass murder of 342 people in Sweden, without narration. Craig Kyle, who had been released by the police only one hour before appeared. After an emotional pause Craig spoke, Brian Field has been moved to surgery. We will inform everyone as soon as we have any more news. Next, Craig dropped the bombshell. He pulled out the note the terrorist had given him. He had held the note back from the police and his superiors at WCN.

In a World Cable Network exclusive, he started, this reporter received a message from the party responsible for the massacre. The group calls themselves the New Islamic Front of Iran". The message, handed to me immediately after the massacre in Sweden by the terrorist spokesman reads as follows:

These justified and legal executions are in the name of the oppressed Islamic people of Iran and the world. It is time the technological imperialism of the United States, Japan and the rest of the west comes to a halt. This is the start of a new Islamic Utopia that will sweep the world and end the satanic technology of the false believers.

WCN denounces this attack and the reasons behind it. We hope everyone will join us in our denouncement this group and of the massacre they committed. Our prayers go out the families of those killed, and for the recovery of Brian Field. This concludes my part of the program, Good Night. The program ended with a close up of the note lying on the table.

The producer and the director ran on to the set. That was great, the producer said, how in the world did you keep the police from getting the note? Never mind, I don’t need to know. Only one small criticism, you should have cleared the note through us before you read it on the air and you probably should not have taken a side and denounced the attack.

Craig was gathering his notes, and mostly ignoring the pair. When he had everything in his brief case he looked up and spoke. First of all, that was two criticisms not one. Second, I did not want the importance of that note watered down in any way, by either you or the police, so I did what I felt was right. Third, any person or organization that does not condemn this horror will share in the responsibility when it happens again, and after seeing those people murdered I never want it to happen again. Finally, I quit.

Before anyone could say anything the police barged in. OK, where is the note!

On the table, Craig calmly replied.

The police inspector, wearing gloves, picked up the note and read it, Mr. Kyle, shall we return to the police station. I believe there are a few things you neglected to tell us.

Craig held up his brief case, I’m all packed and ready, and this time I have a lot more to say. Craig and the inspector left while several other officers began searching the studio for other pieces of evidence.

Following the first screening of the massacre a second program aired the tapes, narrated by another anchorman but saying the same thing. These shows continued on every channel for the next 48 hours, with new updates about Brian health and clues found by the police.

Chapter 5

One World, Two Dimensions 

Everything is ready.

OK, lets start, scalpel.

Heartbeat, weak but steady, the anesthesiologist reported, blood pressure 100/60.

Let’s start in the chest cavity, Dr. Simon cut Brian open and got his first real look at the damage. Retract the ribs, nurse more suction. God, look at all these holes. Let’s look for any damage around the heart first. Simon found where the bullet nicked the heart. He was examining it when Brian’s heart started defibrillating.

He’s defibrillating doctor.

Give me the paddles, charge to 50, Simon put one electrode on each side of the heart. Clear and hit him.

Still in defib, I’ve lost the pulse and blood pressure.

Clear and shock. Brian’s heart jumped again and then it completely stopped. Then Brian’s eyes flew open. His left arm flew up and hit Simon in the chest. His hand flexing like he was grabbing for something he couldn’t quite reach.

Brian wake up when the second shock hit his heart. He looked up and saw Dr. Simon and tried to grab him. His head felt like it was splitting in two and he felt the full force of the pain of being cut open on an operating table.

He’s awake, Simon screamed! Put him back under now. He bent down to Brian’s ear. If you can here me you had better put some of the energy you’re using into starting your heart again. You’ve been through too much to give up now.

Brian could barley hear the doctor through the pain. His brain felt like someone was taking a knife and splitting each cell. His vision started to double. He concentrated and brought his vision back to a single scene. Simon stood up and took hold of the electrodes again and looked at Brian. Concentrate, he said and hit him with another jolt of electricity.

When the electricity hit his heart again Brian felt his entire body split. Time around him seemed to stop and he saw a ghost image of the operating room over his left side. He saw himself lying on the other operating table. At first he thought that he had died and his spirit was looking down at his body. But then he realized that as he looked at this image of himself he was still on an operating table. As he looked at his other self he saw a clean clear spirit rise up from the image of himself laying on the other table. The spirit was not hurt. It looked down at the image as it closed its eyes. The duplicate operating room dissolved into the ether. When the operating room was completely gone Brian felt the rest of the electric shock. He had actually seen and felt the world split at the quantum level into two separate realities. One where he was now, he lived, and one, now gone, where he had died. He wondered what that world would be like. He wondered what this world would be like.

I got a heartbeat, the anesthesiologist