Time Dimensions

By Brian K. Larson

Jonas Arnell and Tipper Montgomery return in this action-packed adventure. As a result of the tear in the dimensional fabric that separates the two, vortexes begin to open and close, threating to destroy this new universe.

Now, it’s a race with time to find the rest of their crew and to seal the breach between the two, before this universe collapses.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brian K. Larson
• Release date: Mar 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005152864

Brian K. Larson

Brian was born and raised in Seattle in 1959. He grew up in the town of Mount Lake Terrace, a small suburb north of the city. Brian, being the youngest, had two siblings, his eldest brother, Mike and sister, Pam. School was challenging, as Brian suffers with Dyslexia, a learning disability that affects 1 in 15 Americans. That didn’t stop Brian. He was named "bookworm" in school because he always had his nose in a book.Brian received his MBA in 2010 in Business, now writes for fun, living his lifelong dream of writing science fiction books. He enjoys his off time, with his seventh grade sweetheart, Diana Rose now for going on sixteen years. She has been by his side and continues to supports his writing. Brian says that without her encouragement, his dream would never have become a reality. They now live in Marysville, Washington, and enjoy three wonderful kids and eight grandchildren. They range from newborn to thirteen, and he says they are so special and great to have around.It is Brian’s hope that through his writing he will fill hearts with joy to readers all over the world, sparking their imaginations.

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T I M E

Dimensions

The Adventure Continues

Written By

Brian K. Larson

Time Dimensions

Brian K. Larson

Published by Slipstream Publishing

Copyright © 2021 Brian K. Larson

For Smashwords

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any way by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the author except as provided by USA copyright law.

This is a work of fiction, all the characters and events in this novel that appear similar to persons living or dead are unintentional and are completely coincidental.

DEDICATION

I dedicate this new TIME book, Dimensions, to Alexander Echols, my new narrator and producer of the TIME series.

CONTENTS

Prologue

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Epilogue

More Books

Prologue

We live in a three-dimensional world, comprised of length, width, and depth. These are the only dimensions we are able to perceive. Time is of the fourth dimension. Though we cannot see, touch or taste time, we experience time as linear movement. Our battle with time is real. We are only observers along time’s arrow, unable to control its effects.

There could be a way that exists, to move through Time Dimensions at will.

One mind-bending theory is there is a porthole that leads to multiple universes and we exist in each, separate from the other and each with a distinct set of experiences.

There are subtle differences we might observe from one universe to another. This is commonly known as the Mandela Effect. This theory refers to a situation in which a large mass of people believes that an event occurred when it did not. Perhaps these differences bleed through, like an oozing wound, altering our perceived memories of certain events.

Conceivably, this is how some can remember Nelson Mandela dying in prison, in the 80’s, when he actually died in 2013 as an activist and former leader of South Africa.

Who knows, maybe we’ve already traversed through a dimensional shift to another universe, living out our lives in an alternate reality?

Author,

Brian K. Larson

Earth Year:

2566/03/11 – 15:00:00

The Aevus

Approaching Frozen Time

Jupiter station erupted into a vortex before the ship impacted. The open hole in space reflected a black shining star-colored backdrop. As the ship passed through the vortex, the crew vanished from the ship before the vortex sealed, causing them to disappear from their timeline.

The empty ship impacted with the station, sending a massive fireball and debris field out in all directions.

The Aevus and Jupiter Station became shrapnel as each disintegrated into a ball of fire that was instantly snuffed out by the vacuum of space.

Gliese 667

Black star-covered pyramid

Time’s End

It’s approaching, Bo squeezed Hali closer to him.

Yes, Bo. The time quake has now arrived. I will miss your biological life form, Bo.

I know, Hali, Bo kissed Hali’s holographic forehead, I’m going to miss you too.

As they comforted each other, the time quake intersected with the time portal, opening a black, star covered vortex, pulling them within before vanishing. The intersecting paradox set off an earthquake of unprecedented magnitude reducing the black star-covered pyramids at Gliese 667 Cc into a pile of rubble.

! ! !

One

Alternate Earth Year:

2514/03/09 - 19:38:24

Tie Chang’s

Tipper Montgomery and Jonas Arnell sat at the bar, pushing down several shots over the last hour. Jonas smiled at the waitress as she set the two plates of sushi in front of them and then topped off their shot glasses.

Thank you, Miss, Jonas nodded as he took the glass and tossed it down his throat, causing him to cough from the fiery elixir.

Tipper reached for the sushi when they both froze and looked into each other’s eyes.

What was that? Tipper asked.

What was what?

"You know… that…"

"Oh that? I’m not sure. Did something actually happen?"

Tipper continued to grab at the plate of sushi when they froze once more, seeing a shimmering black centered vortex appear and then vanish before they could really see it.

There it is again! Tipper shouted, dropping the Shushi from her chopsticks.

The semi-raw fish wrapped in rice and seaweed crashed down to the table, hitting her wooden chopsticks as they left her grip. Their clacking evidenced the pair of sticks hitting each other as they tumbled to the floor with the Shushi roll.

Jonas leaned down to grab at the falling Sushi roll and knocked heads with Tipper, sending the both of them reeling backward and off their bar stools to the ground. Tipper frantically grabbed at the bar on the way down, pulling the rest of the plate of food off the bar with them.

Covered in soy sauce, wasabi and ginger, they sat upright, both laughing at each other’s sesame seed coated faces. The smell permeated their clothes sending other customers at the bar far from them.

The waitress came around to their side of the bar, cussing them out in her native language, Baka! Baka Uzai! Doke!

I think she just called you a ‘Stupid pain in the ass, Jonas!

I think you’re right, Tip and I think she wants us to get out of the way!

Jonas and Tipper knew they had better move, based solely on their prior experiences with the short Asian woman.

The woman motioned and spat at them as they gathered themselves from the floor, Bakayarou! she shouted before whispering under her breath, Chikushou!

Now she just called you an asshole!

"I know! I do know some Japanese, okay?"

And I’d say ‘son of a bitch’ too, if I had to clean up our mess, Tipper giggled.

Exiting the bar, Jonas wiped the crusted sesame seeds from Tipper’s cheeks before embracing her with a kiss.

Tipper melted in Jonas’ arms as she swayed from the effects of each shot taken earlier.

Separating from his lips, Tipper blushed as she held the back of her hand to her lips, hiding her smile, Well, I wasn’t very hungry anyway."

Maybe it’s for the best, Jonas said, stroking his chin, pausing to reflect, I don’t think you should eat any kind of fish products more than two miles from water.

I know, I know, you keep telling me that.

Tipper took her hand and wiped Jonas’ sesame-seed marked cheeks clean and then wrapped her arms around his neck, returning her affection for him.

The two embraced for several moments, ignoring several passerby’s before separating. The sudden noise filled their ears with the sound of a distant whistle.

Oh crap! Tipper exclaimed. What time is it anyway?

It’s just before Eight.

We’re gonna miss the tram!

No, we’re not! Jonas exclaimed.

Grabbing her by the sleeve he began running down the sidewalk toward the tram station with Tipper in tow.

Take it easy, Jonas! Tipper protested as she yanked her sleeve from his grip, You’re gonna make me fall!

Tripping twice after cursing at her own clumsiness, she regained her footing and ran after Jonas, who was now in a full-out sprint.

Jonas was faster at running and quickly left her behind. She could hear his voice echo down the street, yelling for the tram’s conductor to wait, his arms waving frantically.

Jonas reached the conductor and pulled him off the step just as he was about to enter the tram.

Wait… Wait a minute! We’re supposed to be on board!

Take your hands off of me! the man protested.

I will, I will, Jonas assured, I just need to make sure we’re on board first, that’s all, he continued holding the man by his lapels as Tipper caught up to them.

You’re one crazy dude, Jonas! Tipper panted as she skipped up the step into the tram.

Jonas let the man go and dusted off his coat as he stepped up into the tram after Tipper, See? I told ya’ I’d let ya’ go.

The conductor pulled away from Jonas and pointed a stern finger, Just keep away from me, alright?!

Sure-sure-sure, no problem’o.

Jonas walked with Tipper down the aisle before finding their seats.

Here we are, Jonas pointed at a pair of seats.

The two sat down, each retrieving their boarding passes, they held them out to the angered conductor. Collecting each ticket on his way to Jonas, the man stopped to point another stern finger in his face, You’re lucky I decided to wait for you!

Oh, you waited for us, did ya’? Jonas chucked, No, I don’t think so…

Tipper jabbed Jonas in the ribs, No harm, no foul, right, Jonas?

Ow! Right, Tipper, no harm… no foul, Jonas wheezed.

That’s better, the conductor said in satisfaction before moving on.

Why’d you go and do that, Tip?

What? Stop you from further trouble? We have to get to our assignments.

No, not that. Stop ribbing me. That hurts!

Nope, not gonna happen, Tipper snickered, still feeling the effects of their earlier shots. Not as long as you misbehave.

I never misbehave, Jonas said, raising his voice in protest.

Tipper laughed as the tram began inching forward down the rails before rocketing toward their flight to the Mars Station.

Well, it’s a darn good thing I held him. Our luggage was already checked for this travel voucher, Jonas smiled.

Yeah, you better hope our luggage makes it to port on Mars Station by the time we do get there!

Relax, Tip. You worry too much.

From the one smelling of wasabi and ginger…

That’s not fair, Tip. Hey. I can’t help it if you’re just clumsy, sometimes.

That wasn’t being clumsy, Jonas!

Well, you did drop the Shushi roll…

"I dropped it because of that thing we saw… or did you forget about that?’

"I didn’t forget… just didn’t really want to talk about that."

"We need to talk about it."

Maybe later…

Jonas… Tipper scolded with a lift in her voice.

"Okay, okay, we’ll talk about that thing we saw."

Good, Tipper nodded, Now, what do you think it was?

I have no idea… Okay, we talked about it… So, Tip, up on Mars Station. Who did you get picked up with?

Don’t change the subject!

I’m not changing the subject… not really.

… and you got the same gig as me; MCO contractor.

Right, right… just contractors for the Mars Consortium Operations.

You also know that’s the only gig to be had until PAC completes the interstellar starship at Jupiter Station.

Well, I for one, do not plan on joining the PAC, Jonas complained, I mean, really? Jupiter Station is so far out. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all, Tip.

It is a bit far out. But like my ancestors…

The Adlercreutz family?

No, my pioneer family, Montgomery. I mean, the courage of discovery is so exciting, isn’t it? Doesn’t that just make your skin tingle?

Oh, it makes me tingle, but not in a good way.

C’mon, Jonas. Just imagine the possibilities just waiting for us out there!

Look, Jonas insisted, I plan on staying with the MCO when our three-week gig is up.

The MCO, Jonas? You want to join up with the MCO? Now I’ve heard everything!

Sure, why not? The benefits are astounding, Tip.

I see what you just did.

What?

You successfully changed the subject… again, Tipper said with furrowed brow.

I am a master subject changer…

So, how’s your memory?

Just fine, thank you. What section on the station are you staying at?

Focus, Jonas, focus.

I am focusing… focusing on knowing how far you are from my quarters.

I’ll be right down the hall from you.

That’s great…but I was hoping for adjoining rooms…

Tipper set a hand on Jonas’ arm, I’m serious, Jonas! Do you remember anything different? Anything strange happening inside that peanut-sized brain of yours?

Well, I think… um, there are a few memories that I don’t remember having before, from whatever it was that did happen.

Such as?

Such as you eating Sushi that was prepared more than two miles from water.

Right, like I remember eating it, too. Tipper explained, "I also remember throwing-up