Deja View

By D. J. Reynolds

"…the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."  —Albert Einstein

 

World-renowned physicist and college professor, Dr. Kalvin Davilaar (Dr. Kal) discovers an inconsistency in the continuity of time as time has been traditionally understood. The anomaly offers a path to portals that present fleeting glimpses into the future. Some visions appear promising; others may be deadly. Fascinated by his findings, hunted by those who will stop at nothing to learn of his research, and undaunted by perils lurking beyond the boundaries of time and space, Dr. Kal pushes his invention to its breaking point­­, where malevolent forces breach its limits.

 

How dangerous is Dr. Kal's unchartered experiment? Is the evil unleashed real or imagined? Who else is interested in this secret research?

Time will tell. Or will it? See for yourself, inside … Déjà View. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: D. J. Reynolds
• Release date: Feb 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393286820

Book preview

The Cure

D amn it, groused Dr . Johnathan Carlyle, tossing another casual shirt to the back of his closet. He was searching for one that was both comfortable and stylish for the long hike with his girlfriend through Arizona’s Salt River mountain range. Nothing seemed right. Sorting through his remaining options, he found a light green polo he felt might work. On closer inspection, he decided it was too worn and flipped it on top of the others. A lightweight khaki shirt with two button-down pockets was his only remaining choice. He removed it from its hanger, held it to his chest in front of a mirror and frowned. Was he trying too hard to impress her? He exhaled an accepting groan.

On his drive to Tanya’s apartment, John reflected on how fortunate he was to have met her now that the years of locking himself away in the research lab appeared to be ending. The timing could not be better.

Having dedicated his career to discovering a cure for glioblastoma, a deadly form of brain cancer, John had spent the last 17 years toiling over countless failed attempts. But his latest drug, a compound synthesized from the venom of a blue-ringed octopus showed great promise in clinical trials. The drug had already proven it could substantially slow tumor growth, and John was feeling good about it being a full cure once he perfected the dosages. And even if it failed as a cure, he believed with a little more time and effort he could find the answer.

Tanya sat on the front steps of her apartment building enjoying the mid-morning sun while waiting for John to arrive. With little else to occupy her time, she reviewed her plan for the day and then decided to freshen her makeup. Before she could locate the compact buried deep in her purse, she noticed John’s aging silver Buick sedan clear the corner. She watched him park hastily on the opposite side of the street and laughed when a garbage truck nearly struck him as he hopped out of the car. How could he not see that? Her feminine charms, she mused, must be working better than expected. Still, she would leave nothing to chance.

Nice shirt, she called, remembering John was self-conscious about his appearance. Did you bring the canteens? It’s going to be a hot one.

Tanya was twelve years younger than John, and by all appearances out of his league. She had shoulder-length raven hair, which complemented her deep blue-green eyes perfectly. Her face resembled a New York model, featuring high cheekbones, perfect symmetry, and a strong, slender nose. The twenty-eight-year-old woman was stunning in anything from a swimsuit to an evening dress and could even rock a hospital gown if the circumstances called for it. Although she felt less endowed than she would like for her tall athletic frame and the physical appeal she relied on to do her job, it all worked and worked well. And she knew it.

After crossing the street, John slowed his pace. He was hoping Tanya, who appeared to be wearing very short shorts, would stand and give him a good look at her perfectly toned legs. I heard it might hit over 100 degrees, he said, rolling his eyes and nodding his head toward the sky. And yes, I remembered the water. Brought some granola bars too.

You’re the best, Tanya said. She stood as he reached the steps and greeted him with a passionate kiss.

The irresistible taste of her mouth and intoxicating scent of her perfume made John feel like his knees were melting. He held her close, more to prevent falling than to show his affection.

Lips still joined, Tanya reached behind his hips and pulled him even closer. As she expected, she felt his arousal. Holding John for a few seconds longer than she wanted, waiting until she was certain her seductive charms had completely captivated him, she released the embrace. Time to go, she announced and grabbed his hand, spinning him on his heels before she pulled him toward the car.

Frequently surprised by Tanya’s impulsive personality, John was becoming familiar with her sharp emotional changes and was intrigued by her sudden actions. It was one of the many quirky habits he was learning to love about her.

Let’s move, she said. We’re killing daylight. Forcing excitement into her tone, Tanya’s meticulously concealed Russian accent slipped out with the word killing sounding like it had a k at the end. John barely noticed. The ninety-minute drive through miles of empty two-lane highways to the Salt River Canyon’s trailhead was filled with engaging conversation. With few exceptions, Tanya quizzed John about his research, focusing heavily on the clinical trials and his plans for improving the drug’s results.

I hope that is not too technical, he said after completing a detailed description of the drug’s molecular structure.

Not at all. Tanya combed her fingers through his hair. That looks better. Now, explain to me how the chemical rings affect the drug's interaction with other compounds. It thrilled John to have the woman he loved showing such a high level of interest in his work, so he kept talking.

A plume of red dust followed John’s car as he crossed the trailhead’s empty gravel parking lot. Because he did not expect to find many mid-week visitors at the remote location, the lack of vehicles did not surprise him. In fact, he was glad to be alone with Tanya. Which trail do you want to take? he asked while skidding to a stop on the loose stones.

I’m not sure, Tanya answered. She gestured to a park map off to her left. I’ll check it out over there.

After quieting the engine and stepping out of the car, John grabbed his hiking shoes and canteens from the back seat. He placed the strap to both canteens around his neck and leaned against the car to stretch his legs and back before changing his shoes.

While John was busy preparing himself for the hike, Tanya made her way to the map which was pinned under a piece of cracked plexiglass at the trail’s sun-weathered information center. Although she had already settled her plan days earlier, she studied the map as if she was deciding which path she wanted to take. I need a really good workout today, she said. Turning her backside toward John, she slapped her right butt cheek. Don’t want to get flabby.

John’s eyes fixated on her firm bottom. Not being accustomed to women who were so forward and confident about their bodies, John laughed nervously. No. No, you don’t. That would truly be a crime against humanity. But from what I can see, there seems to be little risk of that happening.

Tanya said, I knew I could get a compliment out of you, then she flashed a flirtatious look followed by an air kiss. Can you handle the northern route? The map says it is a climb of over 4,000 feet but I’ve read that it has the most spectacular views of the Salt River. Tanya felt certain he would unquestionably agree to her plan. So, without waiting for a reply, she headed toward the chosen trail. It’s this way. She waved her arm for him to follow—and he did.

Having lingered by the car for too long, John trotted across the parking lot to catch up. A few steps down the trail was a barely legible sign that appeared to be used for target practice: Lost Legend Path - 13 miles. John cringed at the thought of walking that far in the midday heat.

The sun was at its zenith in a cloudless sky by the time they completed the climb to one of the ridge’s most scenic views. Although the early September temperatures were pushing the ninety-degree mark, the arid, dusty conditions made it feel closer to one hundred.

Tanya felt as if she had swallowed sand. Let’s take a break. Her voice was grainy and forced. I’m dying for a drink. She was hot, tired, and ready to go home. Why is it always work before pleasure?

John removed a canteen and handed it to Tanya. Here, I filled these with spring water. And I brought a few of those powdered lemonade packets if you want yours flavored.

Tanya kissed the side of his face. I was thinking of a frozen margarita, but this will do. Thank you, sweetheart.

After resting under the shade of a scraggly pine, her thirst now quenched, Tanya wandered nearby talking with John about their favorite restaurant and what she would order the next time they visited. Thinking she might need to rekindle John’s sexual desires, Tanya poured water over the front of her shirt causing it to stick to her stomach and breasts. That feels heavenly, she said, tilting her head back.

John stared. I don’t believe there is such a thing as heaven on earth. But looking at you, I would have to admit you’re close. Tanya returned his comment with a playful curtsy.

Following her plan, Tanya meandered to the edge of a nearby cliff. She knew John had a fear of heights and was not sure she could draw him close. In hopes of calming his nerves, she half-hummed, half-sang the theme song from The Sound of Music. After finishing as much of the tune as she could remember, Tanya looked back from the abyss and saw the expected concern deep within his eyes.

What are you afraid of? she asked. Tanya turned to face the canyon and seemed to be in awe of nature’s handiwork, admitting to herself that the vista was quite impressive. The view is breathtaking. I can even see part of the river.

A chill shot up John’s spine as he admired the beautiful woman standing less than fifteen feet in front of him—and only inches from death. He was not sure if the sensation stemmed from his concern for her safety or from his own intense fear of heights. Or maybe both. For a few moments, the nagging worry lingered. John wondered what it was in him that Tanya found so appealing. He was smart and wealthy, which he felt was part of it. He knew he was not handsome but thought he had a certain ruggedness that made him appear tougher than he was, maybe even virile. On the outside chance his masculinity was what she most loved, he was determined not to show any sign of weakness for fear it might lessen her opinion of him. He had no interest in moving any closer to the edge and hesitated.

Well? she prodded.

Acting as casual as his shaking legs allowed, John stood and took a few tentative steps forward. Tanya was now the only thing between him and the chasm a few feet away. John pushed up onto his toes and stretched his neck as far as he could to peer into the gorge without stepping any closer. Truly amazing, he said.

I love this place, Tanya said. Turning in place, her back to the rim less than a foot away, she spread her arms wide. And I love you.

I love you, too, John responded without hesitation. As Tanya expected, her hypnotizing eyes, along with her alluring charms, prevailed over John’s lingering fear. Ignoring for a moment how close he was to the edge, he stepped forward into her tight embrace.

EEAAK! The distant screech of a hawk echoing through the canyon broke the spell.

I know of a pleasant spot about a mile from here down by the river. Perhaps a cool swim might be of interest. He gently pulled back from Tanya’s hug expecting she would release him to retreat to safer ground. But she held him close and he felt the strength in her arms as they encircled his chest, her fingers locked together behind his back. His attempt to free himself failed.

Sir, are you suggesting a little skinny dipping? Tanya teased in a playful voice. Releasing her fingers and dropping her arms to his waist, Tanya leaned her hips into him just as she had on the apartment’s step earlier. How do you know I am that kind of girl?

Um, I don’t. I mean yes, I guess so.

With a sudden drop of her knees and hard twist of her upper body, Tanya spun and pushed John away from her, sending him into mid-air above the canyon. "Then let’s go now!" she snarled, a hoarse growl of bitter loathing pushed the tenderness from her voice.

Looking back as he fell, the realization of it all instantly crystalized for him in that airborne moment. She had duped him. But why? His research had the potential to save so many lives. YOU BITCH! he screamed.

Tanya’s wicked smile widened when John’s flailing body slammed into a sharp limestone outcropping with enough force to snap his backbone and nearly split him in half. Even knowing medical researcher Johnathon Carlyle had spoken his last words, Tanya continued peering over the edge to watch her target bounce off the canyon’s jagged face and land headfirst onto a massive boulder a few inches below the river’s surface. She stared at the crimson-stained water drifting downriver until her bloodlust was satiated.

Tanya’s given name was Tatyana. She was a Russian agent working for WISE, a secret organization which she was once told stood for Watch, Infiltrate, Steal, and Eliminate. She understood this was not true but did not care. The organization, as she knew it, was an illegal worldwide intelligence-gathering agency that stole and profited from others’ research. Truth be told, she cared little about this either. Her only two concerns were being allowed to continue working for a group that needed her deadly skills and provided the tools and cover to kill people—preferably men—and get away with it. Over time, she had proven herself to be one of WISE’s most effective field operatives. She wanted to keep it that way and felt concerned that in Johnathan’s case, she may be faulted for doing her job out of order by eliminating her target before stealing his work.

The Theory

Y es, Professor Davilaar said, pointing to a disheveled young man sitting in the last row of a small, dimly lit lecture hall. Designed without windows, the room seemed dreary to Kal. Sneaking a glance through the room’s only door, he was awed by the display of colors the early fall day offered. It brightened his already good mood. He smiled and turned his attention back to the student.

Are you saying time travel is theoretically possible?

Professor Kalvin Davilaar, or Dr. Kal as he preferred to be called by his students, was teaching an introductory course in physics. Considered by his colleagues to be a master at simplifying the complex, Dr. Kal preferred covering more advanced topics but enjoyed building enthusiasm for the subject at any level. He expected a student would ask the time travel question at some point during the semester, it almost always was, and he was prepared to answer.

Probably not in the way you’re thinking about it, but yes, it is, Kal informed the student. Looking at the wall clock intending to use it as a reference point for his explanation, he realized that less than ten minutes of class time remained. Kal moved in front of the lectern. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... he said in a booming voice, using the Star Wars reference to get the student’s attention. The ploy worked, but he noticed a few confused faces. I’m joking.

Nobody laughed.

Then say something funny, a student blurted out. Everyone laughed. Even Kal.

We’ve only got a few minutes left, Kal said, glancing again at the clock. So, let me give you a quick answer to your question, and then you can read chapter twelve out of the Fischer text for a better explanation. He waited while a few students jotted down the assignment. Once everyone looked up, he continued, Einstein’s theory of relativity states that space and time are relative, meaning an object in motion experiences time at a slower rate than one that is stationary. It’s kind of like the difference between watching a car whiz past you while you are standing on the side of the road and being next to the car while driving at the same speed. In the first case, the car appears fast, and in the other it seems motionless, at least relative to your car. Einstein’s theory states the faster you go, the slower you move through time. But since we are moving so slowly, relative to the speed of light, we cannot detect the minuscule changes. So, at least in theory, time can be manipulated, which further suggests that time travel is possible.

Considered to be one of the world’s most promising physicists before graduating from college, now at the age of thirty-two, Kal’s genius was unparalleled in the scientific community. To anyone who could understand his work, his research in time-harmonic electromagnetic wave formulation within multi-context four-dimensional space was transformational. If proven correct, his theories would expand Einstein’s theories in areas the man may never have considered. What the scientific community did not know was Kal had already advanced his work past his published findings, past the boundaries of Einstein’s theories.

Several students closed their textbooks with a thud, signaling to Kal that class was over. See you next week, he called above the noise of students shuffling out of the classroom. And don’t forget to work on your term paper!

A light knock on his office door interrupted Kal’s line of thinking.

Professor Davilaar? a cute coed whispered through the partially open door.

Hello, Pamela. Kal tried to remember all his student’s names and thought he got hers correct. Please, come in.

It’s Palmer, she uncomfortably corrected. Like most students, she felt intimidated by Kal’s standing as a world-renowned physicist. Despite his friendly nature and having been invited into the room, she moved tentatively toward his desk.

I’m so sorry. I was close, Kal said with a friendly wink. How can I help you?

The young woman was in love with Kal’s crystal blue eyes, if not the man himself. She blushed. Reaching into her notebook, she handed him a few papers. I was wondering if this is what you want for our term project?

Always willing to help his students but wanting to get back to the schematics he was studying, Kal glanced at the paper and absentmindedly answered, Sure. He noticed a look of frustration on Palmer’s face and realized he had come across as indifferent. Kal adjusted to a more earnest tone. If you write your email at the top, I’ll get back to you by the end of the day. Would that be okay, Palmer?

Yes, thank you. She wrote the information and handed him the paper. Before turning to leave, she asked, Do you want me to close the door? Secretly, she was hoping he would engage her in a longer conversation.

Kal’s mind already returned to the problem he was working on before the interruption. That would be great. Kal’s response was flat. He noticed her looking down and biting the side of her lower lip as she shut the door and felt a moment of guilt for his terse reply.

Before setting the paper on a stack of assignments he still needed to grade, Kal’s eye caught the student’s oddly shaped pink paper clip. He removed the clip and studied its shape for a minute, twisting it in his fingers and turning it over from side to side. Kal ran his other hand across his temple and through his short sandy-colored hair to the back of his neck. His hand stopped as a thought began to crystalize. His eyebrows rose as the realization hit him. That’s almost perfect, he said to himself. The latching mechanism he had been struggling to design had just been handed to him in the form of a paper clip.

Kal turned to his computer and tapped a few keys. A slide of his mouse along with a couple of clicks brought him to a password screen. Entering a long sequence of characters twice, after failing on his first attempt, the software came to life displaying a diagram for a complex device. The viewer, as he coined it, was a unique, highly specialized instrument that he expected would provide brief glimpses into the future. It was a time machine, of sorts, although he never referred to it as one.

Kal had not told his class the full truth about time travel. The only other person who knew of his discovery was Alec, the tall, lanky computer genius who worked as his software engineer and preferred to be called Ace.

Ace’s full name was Alec Christian Erickson. He had been employed by Kal since their graduation from college. Kal’s brilliant mind and ability to turn theory into practical use fascinated Ace. For this reason, along with a strong brotherly bond, he hoped he would never have to work for anyone else.

Ace’s expertise was in software design, but he was highly skilled at developing specialized hardware when pressed into it. He was frequently tinkering on various side projects, a practice Kal not only allowed but encouraged. Ace’s wiry frame, long brown hair, and preference for dark clothing gave him the appearance of a 1970s rock star. But if he had any ability to carry a tune, Kal never noticed it.

Kal was hoping to add Zoe Baxter, a brilliant communications expert, to his team. He realized if he hired Zoe, he would have to confide in her as well. But outside of these two, Kal did not expect anyone else would know of his breakthrough research until he was ready to divulge it. Although far from having a dictatorial disposition, he would demand absolute secrecy on this project. He knew Ace was trustworthy and felt Zoe may be, as well.

Suddenly realizing he had burned through an hour adding the locking mechanism to the schematics for his viewing device, Kal logged off his computer and rushed out of his office. He was late for his meeting with Zoe. The office door locked behind him.

Across campus, Zoe waited patiently for Kal to arrive. Studying the Wilmington Administration building’s small coffee shop, she found the décor exactly as expected, a boring display of former university presidents’ pictures, more than half of which were in black and white. What she did not expect was the top-notch coffee. From a corner table across the room from the few remaining customers, she sipped from the cup and pondered over what she expected would be a highly confidential conversation with the most intelligent man she had ever met.

Hello Zoe, Kal called as he approached. I’m sorry I’m late.

Zoe was a thirty-something expert in cellular and satellite communication. Although she had worked high-profile positions in private industry and within some lesser-known federal agencies, it was her work at the Ladimore Institute in mirrored micro-signal transference that first caught Kal’s attention. This, along with her pleasant demeanor and quick wit, made her a perfect addition to his team. Now, he needed to convince her to sign on.

This is my second cup, and it is otherworldly, Zoe said matter-of-factly. Anytime you want to be late for a meeting in this place, I’m good with it.

Kal felt her courteous greeting was letting him off the hook too easily. Given how much effort I put into studying time, you would think I could figure out how to manage it better. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders showing he felt there was no excuse for his tardiness.

The table Zoe selected had four chairs. Rather than sitting across from her as she expected, Kal chose the chair on her left. So, have you thought about my offer? Kal pulled himself close, keeping his voice low.

Yes, but I need to have a few more things clarified, Zoe responded directly. First of all, I would be leaving a good-paying job and don’t understand how you can afford to pay me on a professor’s salary. No offense intended.

Kal smiled. He purposely left out a lot of details during her first interview and knew this topic would come up. "None was taken. For starters, I only teach part-time. A course or two each semester. More importantly, I own a small medical device company specializing in magnetic resonance spectroscopy. The company is called ZetaMag. You’ve