Dimensional Log: A2

By N G Daniels

Let your mind be moved to a plane of existence and live the realities of a blind man's vision when you step into another dimension of Science-fiction and Fantasy.
The second book in this series of anthologies, by N G Daniels, seeks to bring your mind and body to another plane of reality to experience the love, joy, hate, and despair of other lives and places.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781716071256

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DIMENSIONAL LOG: A2

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N G Daniels

Copyright by N G Daniels,

2021

Distributed by: Lulu.com

Copyright © [2021] by [N G Daniels]

All rights reserved.

ISBN:  978-1-716-07125-6

DEDICATION

I want to dedicate this book to all of the fans and friends who have inspired me to write and keep going. I also want to let my friend, Russ, know that he is a good business partner and even a better friend. I hope that there is a better future for all of us. I also want to keep in Memoria, the Klassen family. First, for their loss of Darren Klassen (1969-2019), who also helped me when there was no one else. And second, for their kindness in helping me when there was no one else. May the Klassen family tree grow to spread glorious shade upon the world.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I want to acknowledge Holly and Roy for their help and hard work on this project. I am grateful for their insight and input, as well as all of the more challenging work.

And I shout out to all of my friends, who hoped for me: Cesar, Julian, Player Ramirez, Elsa, La Brujita Escobar, Joe, Rico, Julian, Tom for those inspiring tales through RPG, Buck Brewer who did some typing chores that helped me immensely, and for all of those whom I did not name. I thank you for the help and inspiration to achieve my dreams as a writer.

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION      1

CONTENTS      3

AGELESS      8

AT LIGHT SPEED      14

BLOOD TIES      39

GAME MASTER      80

GODLIKE      140

SPACE MARINE      143

SENTENCED TO LIFE      156

THE LOVER’S DANCE      170

THE GEAR WORKS      186

INTRODUCTION

Hello again, and thank you for picking up my writing for another round of exciting and incredible stories. I trust that I can live up to and do better than my last attempt at such things, and I hope you will want to come back for more.

For the new readers, I want to thank you for giving me a try. I hope you are trying me out due to word of mouth, but I desire to please you all if it is on a whim.

I started 2019 with one short story, ABIGAIL, and it snowballed from there. I had planned to have another full book by the end of 2019. As of this writing, I have torn apart Dimensional Log: A1 and added some of those works to this anthology. Here we are in 2021, and I have this second anthology and enough material for a third. I hope to get my legs under me and run this course, even though I am blind and in prison. I trust the bounty I have come across will not end until my death.

Thank you for looking into my second anthology and being transported to another place and another time. Do look for the third installment soon.

CONTENTS

Ageless

I wanted to work on this idea of a creature that can live forever. If this was true, then what could a human being/creature know and see. The flip side of this is that many believe that our minds can hold infinite knowledge, so I tried to meld the two together.

As we progress with Astronomy and Cosmology, more and more discoveries uncover vast possibilities. I happen to believe that our universe is endless. Many will say that we might live in a sphere and that if you go straight, you will end up coming right back to where you left. These thoughts will boggle the mind, and yet, there might be a reality to it. I do not believe that, and genuinely think that there is an endless void past the farthest reaches of our night sky. Even if everything is expanding out radially and there is an edge, what is past that edge? Does time-space cease to exist?

There is evidence of a big bang, but was that indeed the beginning? What if something exploded and caused all of the galaxies to race away from that point? Do you see that there is more to what the experts say?

So, let me wax philosophical a moment. When did that which is, become what it is? Is there another place, time, or a mixture of such, other than what we observe? If then, where did that come from? Ad Infinitum. Right? My point is that what IS has always been. There is no other explanation that can satisfy. For if a void or null dimension comes into existence, then all different dimensions also exist. Therefore, all that IS has always existed.

With that punch line, I hope you will enjoy, I will not spoil it for you, but hopefully, I can take you on a journey through the cosmos, and leave you speechless.

At Light Speed

This one is more intellectual. I wanted to do an esthetic piece that dealt with the future and space travel. A space race around the solar system was a fun way to do this. The added drama was for the vehicle of reasoning for the story.

So, with the need for some drama, I set about making something out of nothing.

Blood Ties

I wanted a sword and sorcery story on the same level as Lady Hawk. For all of the fantasy lovers, you know what movie and book I am talking about. For those who have not seen the movie, or read the book, then you need to know an epic love story on par with Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde—just saying.

Anyway, please enjoy this enchanted sword tale of love found and love lost. And the struggle to gain back that thing most dear to one's heart, only to let it go. Yes, it is cryptic, but telling.

Game Master

For the Role-Playing Gamers out there, this is a twist sure to have you smiling at the nostalgia. I also hope you like the irony of the control of alternate realities.

Who knows, are we someone else's dream, or imagination? Are our lives broken down to statistics and chance? Well, I hope that you enjoy the end of this story. As with most of my work, I love the twist.

Godlike

Okay, I am conceited. I do not really think I am, but I am human, after all. So, what are writers anyway? I thought I would enlighten readers on what we actually do.

I had a feeling to express what writers do, even if it is just imagination. So, please do not think I have lost my marbles.

Space Marine

This story is one of my first writings, and I wanted to do it right. But, like any writer, we always fall short of our expectations. Still, I had an idea, I ran with it, and hope that you enjoy a little bit of commando action, but with a twist, as usual.

Sentenced to Life

If you did not know, I am a prisoner in California. So I have a bit of inside knowledge about what goes on inside. Some of what you read is from that knowledge. Still, this story is not about prison, and hopefully, the title will give you a hint.

Politics come into play here, and I wanted to show that not everyone thinks that authority and social responsibility is good, especially when those who have control justify their status and reasoning as being for the good of all. This story is also about change. The line of change begins with the one who can not obey, then chooses to obey, and, as a result, affects change within the social setting within the system.

I hope that you will understand these issues in light of our society today. The masses do not know what is going on behind these walls. It is scary to see, from here, what those in authority are doing to control those masses. I have been down for over twenty years and have watched the Corrections Department slowly stomp down human rights, to the point that we might as well, wear chains, and be hung from stone walls. It is getting that bad and much worse than known by most of those who are outside.

The Lover's Dance

This story is the second installment of the Avatar Mortale series. I plan to write more in the future and have even been encouraged to write a book about it.

I continue to seek a more exciting fire between Valkymer and Amanda as they quest for the Empire's gold and the lost civilization's reconstruction.

As an action-packed piece, I hope that it is impressive to those who are into martial dealings. There is no twist in this one, just a lot of swordplay, and a bit of politics. Enjoy the ending.

Gear Works

As I listen to Analog, or Asimov's Science Fiction and Fact, they have interesting columns such as Artificial Intelligence, Dark Matter, and so on. With these new findings, my creative juices get flowing, and I drool a lot. Here is a story that you might enjoy and make you think about the universe in a different light.

With Einstein's theories, frame-dragging seems to be the one explanation that causes me to understand the real warping of space-time and solve the how and why of inertia.

As an analogy, one can think of inertia like this. If you pull your hand through water, you feel resistance. And if you pull an object through water, the water will rush in behind to fill the moving of the object. This is an impulse as the water shoves against that object.

For all of you science geeks, think about that. If space-time, in one instant, had an object in it, then, in the next moment, that point in space was now empty, what fills that void? With that, finish out the thought with this. If a mass warps space-time at one point and then leaves that point, is there a change in time at the next instant?

Enjoy my fable, and if we could only dream.

AGELESS

I am a traveler. I am the voyeur. I am the eyes that see. It is the wonders of the universe I have imagined and have seen. With much noted and much, much more to explore, I traverse the sky and move through the heavens. I am mankind.

I am Ageless.

The bright starry night glinted and twinkled high above. The man, who is the face of all mankind, with his typical height, eyes, and body built for survival, stood gazing into the void with wonderment.

His thoughts were of other cultures and life that was unlike his own. The cultures he knows flit through his mind like buzzing night fliers. The man wanted to feel points of light on the ceiling and touch ice and velvet on his fingertips. 

Could he call forth the sum-total of the universe? Could he fill the void between his ears with all that is, and has been, or will ever be?

A star streaked high above at that moment. The point of light that fell suddenly stopped and waited. The man stood and waited with curiosity, which is atypical of humanity, and a little bit, hoping. The light grew quickly and sharply as it filled the night sky. It was metallic gray and hummed loudly as it abruptly stopped above him. He could not tell the shape of the craft, only that it was round and substantial.

Directly above, a port opened. A typical light came on, and a typical humanoid figure floated down to stand next to humanity’s typical man.

Greetings, said the newcomer without speaking. The man stood dumbfounded.

I have come to show you the wonders of the universe in all its glory. The newcomer looked near enough to mankind to elicit a nod from the man, and the newcomer smiled in response.

The newcomer wore a gray two-piece suit. The material shimmered and shined but was not reflective, but seemed to reflect an inner light. His skin was smooth, with the typical two eyes, though these eyes had neither white, nor color, but was grey. The newcomer’s skin was of a green pallor, yet with light brown and tan overtones. There was no nose to speak of, but a small knob of flesh where a nose should be with slits on either side.

Finally, mankind spoke and asked in a typical human language, but it did not matter, Who are you?

The newcomer filled the man’s mind with the answer. It was not just words. The man’s mind was also filled with thoughts, concepts, imaginations, sights, sounds, touches, and smells. Everything mixed, yet it was separate.

The man knew these sensations were coming from the newcomer’s inner being.

I am as I have been. My journey started so long ago, but it seems that I have beheld only one other sight. My place of origin does not matter, as it is just a grain of sand on one planet’s ocean, whatever that ocean may contain. I have seen oceans of methane, mercury, helium, and hydrogen. I had watched oceans evaporate when the planet’s solar system had become a supernova.

What brilliant and exciting landscapes have I seen. The air filled with argon, neon, and all of the noble gasses whirling in a riot of color shot through with bright flashes of lightning. I smelled the stench of sulfur, felt the heat of molten rock, seen hollow planets, lopsided, oblong, and half-sheared, with the core glinting like a geode. I have reveled in the endless meteor showers and have seen all manner of moons in their many, and often eccentric, orbits.

Oh, the fabulous sights I have seen. I have watched a river of frozen helium flow up to boil off and then freeze, only to repeat the cycle by dropping back down like rain. I have walked on clouds of mercury as they drifted over the molten landscape near the hot sun. I saw creatures that can exist in the corona of a sun, living off the radiation. What manners of creatures were they? Silicon mushrooms, carnivorous plants, and fractal entities, which, like me, will never die. Or creatures who live in the deepest black of space and need only one photon of light to sustain their lives forever. Creatures that float in Jovian planets’ atmosphere, birthing, rising to the top, only growing old and sinking in their cycle of life. And what to make of those microbes that thrive in the heart of the nebulae? These are the barest of biomes that fill the heavens, which are the seeds of existence.

Can you see the whole of the universe? Can you know one end to the other from its width and breadth? Have you understood that all that could be is already, and will be? Think before you answer and take knowledge from me as you look deep into my thoughts. Know the truth of what I have seen, and where I have been.

I have traveled between the stars. I have traveled between the galaxies. I have spanned infinite distances, my eyes ever roaming, absorbing wonderous sights.

Yet, all I show you, and all I experience is just a taste. It is just a blink of an eye. It is only a fraction of what is.

Here. Feel the vastness, and sense how insignificant you are. Feel the true majesty of the whole, though you only see a part.

I have seen the stars.

Imagine a lonely star, drifting in the void between the clusters of galaxies, never to feel the lovely pull of the mother star, that black witch wearing her stars as a skirt. I have seen the duo and the trio swinging about like dancers on the floor. I have watched a quartet and even a quintet of stars, all whirling about the heavens, forever locked in each other’s arms.

I have watched planets shepherd one another about the girdle of a red giant. Several gas rings are in the strong, magnetic forces, those beautiful ribbons of color spiraling around one another. I have watched a procession of comets march in and around and out again, their tails sweeping behind them as great cloaks of heraldry, those knights bowing before their liege lord. I have seen asteroids that fill the night sky, all flinging about the solar system like busy little bees, humming and buzzing about their hive.

I have seen orbs in flight, one spinning about the other in near contact. So close that a creature, such as you, could reach up from where you stood on one, and touch the other. I have seen two planets trade their rings in a never-ending Mobius strip. I watched a planetoid pulled to and fro through a large torus, keeping perfect universal time like a musician’s metronome.

"I have traveled with a lonely planet, rogue among the many who roam and endlessly seek the haven of an orbit where I find the sun’s life-giving rays. 

I have witnessed the variations of planet, star, and galaxy. They spin, and they pulse. They wobble about in all of their forms to create the lovely tapestry of the universe. I have seen the larger picture, but still, that is but a mote of dust floating about. I fill with the awe of the beauty of the strings, and nexus of those galaxies stretched and pulled by gravity into some ethereal spider’s web. I watch galaxies move about one another as if matter and absence were emaciated water and oil. I see the beasts collide in a beautiful swirl of mass, pulling and dragging one another apart and back together again."

From the largest to the smallest, the round and barred. Spiraled and clustered, are all out there. If you can imagine it, it is there, flitting and fluttering like butterflies, swirling, and dancing through the never-ending sky.

Though I tell you again, I have not seen it all, but I know it all. My mind is full, yet it lies empty, for I have not seen it all but will experience the fullness of the universe’s treasures—all of the wondrous and exciting combinations that the universe can offer. Let time itself be an illusion. Let it all be seen and held for enjoyment by the one and for the all.

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Hello, Doctor Armiston, Doctor Heller greeted his colleague with a smile. Armiston smiled back with his yellow teeth, a smoker’s habit. The man was handsome with a sharp chin, thick black wavy hair, and hawk-eyed glare. It was in contrast with Heller, who was severely overweight and nearly bald, not to mention a half a foot shorter. Both Doctors wore the obligatory dress—white gowns, with not-so-serious ties, and tan or brown slacks, with penny loafer shoes.

So, who is the new patient? Armiston asked. Heller smiled even wider, dimpling