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03/12/1982
This journal is started as a secondary reference to my research on time displacement. In short I need someplace to vent my anger in an unofficial capacity. My name is Edward Blank and I am an independent researcher on Einsteinium physics. Using Joseph Louis Lagrange's equations I have come up with the idea that one can warp time to make a space where the time in that space has sped up significantly. Accelerating the speed of light past the 300,000,000 meters per second level by using artificial gravity can do this. I think. My experiments should prove my theory correct.
03/17/1982
No one said this was going to be easy, I understand that, but don't you think that my equipment would work correctly. I would. I have to now get a new vacuum chamber since my old one had a crack, that is not visible to the naked eye, no, but with the help of some smoke I found it, and after three days of trying to fix it I give up. I swear it was those moving men.
03/28/1982
The new vacuum chamber is larger than I need, but it works. My idea is if I can put enough energy into something then the energy will bond with the matter and then create an intense enough gravitational field that it should accelerate light past the speed of 3x10^8 m/s. That's the idea.
03/29/1982
Good thing I have a Geiger counter on hand. The seal on the chamber blew. All I can think is that the energy weakened the rubber o-ring. I'm going to get Teflon o-rings this time, and hope that I don't have this problem again. As for the test the computer tells me that there could have been something there, but since it was just one small, and I do mean small, blip I need more proof.
04/01/1982
I think I'm going about this all wrong. That's the only explanation as to why God hates me. Those Teflon o-rings were a waste of money, they didn't hold more than two seconds of energy bombardment. I don't know if I can return them, but I want my money back. I may have over eight million in stocks and mutual funds, but there is a reason as to why I have that much money, and it was not from wasting money.
04/02/1982
Don't ask me how but the neighbor kid found some lead o-rings. I thought these were done away with. Okay so I paid George more than they were worth, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Wish me luck.
04/04/1982
Damn my luck. Just when I think that I have something, and I think that I do, the elements that I use as a starting material loose the radiation. Once bombarded they have a radioactive half-life of less than one second. Oh sure I could use the same stuff over again, but that might contaminate other experiments. I use a mixture of platinum and silver dust, and one it's expensive, and two it's hard to come by. I know of only three places that sell the stuff and only one of them is in the US. Oh well I have a few days to work on other things.
04/09/1982
I'm back, and damn if I don't have some good things coming my way. I have something. Intense bombardment while in an aluminum container lets the energy to be absorbed by the aluminum and then at saturation point the aluminum releases all the energy focused on the material. Okay so it only lasted for two seconds, but I have a theory on that. To me it seems like two seconds, but to the material how long was it?
04/29/1982
It took forever but I got a clock maker to make a clock from platinum and silver. Well I kissed my stocks in the airlines good-by. Still making a clock with a second, minute, and hour hand with a day and month counter next to it was just fine with me. I expect to run the test in two days. I hope I can sleep.
05/01/1982
Ignoring the fact that it is April Fools Day I went ahead with the experiment. I now have proof that my experiment works. The clock ended up six hours ahead of normal time. Six hours can you believe I made a clock go six hours ahead, or if you want to look at it from the clock I made time slow down to two seconds for every six hours. And people ask me why I do these things. Here I come Nobel prize.
05/02/1982
No one believes me! I don't understand it. Just because I don't have a Ph.D. they tell me that any research I do does not hold any merit. Those bastards wouldn't know genius if it bit them in the ass. Fine, I'll just come up with some practical way to use my discovery, maybe medical. Hell the patents alone will double my wealth. I could buy my Ph.D. with the money I will make. Popular Science will have me on the front cover. I will go on talk shows and everyone will know me. I will suffer and go on Oprah to explain my invention and show that damn Nobel comity. I will have the whole world against them. But I'm not bitter.
05/11/1982
Here's the idea I make small beads of aluminum coated platinum, and charge them up. This way I don't need the vacuum chamber, and I can monitor the effect closer. I found that a ring of such beads surrounding an object then that object is within the field of time displacement. Neglecting the fact that I now have a very expensive platinum and silver clock, this is a big breakthrough. Now I need a way to charge a ring up while it is around something, living.
05/18/1982
I am stupid. Why didn't I think of this before? Make a cage, or just get a shark cage, and fill the aluminum bars with the silver and platinum dust, charge up the cage, with something inside of it, and bing, bang, boom I have an experiment. The only thing I have to do now is make the charging elements so they only charge up the cage. The one time I used the charger on a hot dog, the hot dog didn't last long.
05/20/1982
I used my neighbor's dog in the cage, and in the two seconds he went from hyper to asleep all the while being invisible. But the dog's fine. That's the key the dog has no ill effects at all. I am going to a pet store for more animals, and then I'll see about getting some fruit flies.
05/21/1982
Fruit flies are harder to come by than I thought they would be. Still I am now the owner of three garter snakes, two mice, five gold fish, and one dull colored bird. I don't even know what kind of bird it is. Still every one of them went into and came out of the cage okay. This is great this is stupendous. I still need fruit flies to make sure generations don't have any side effects.
05/28/1982
I hate fruit flies. How does the company send them? They send the flies in a plastic container that is not see through, and of course I opened it. I think that I have half the stock in another, see through, container, and the rest flying around in my lab somewhere. Now I can do my tests.
06/02/1982
The flies, the flies, why didn't they die. I want the ones in the lab, but not in the glass tubes to die, but I want the ones in the glass tubes to reproduce. I think they are, reproducing, I'm not sure. I need an entomologist.
06/10/1982
Fred, an entomologist, tells me that the fruit flies are just fine. No abnormal growths or things in the wrong places on the flies. All the living things that have gone into the cage have come out just fine. I think that it is time that I went it.
06/16/1982
I had no idea getting a will was so hard. It gave me time to set up the controls inside the cage. I am ready. I have to get a video camera so I can tape this. I am not ready. Since no one will see this until I am famous I can say that I am scared shitless. I have no idea what the hell will happen. I could move fast enough that there will be no light and will not be able to see anything. I don't know if there is a God, but if there is I might just see him tonight.
06/17/1982
I need to publish a paper. I need to publish a paper. I need to publish a paper. It worked. The feeling was surreal. The clock stopped, the world froze, and I was king. The air felt thick making it a bit more to breath and move, and the lights were dimmer, but still enough to see color. I must say it's a good thing I didn't bring a book, otherwise I would not have been so board that I didn't try to get out of the cage. I did and the radiation that went into me stayed with me for the six hours, or more precisely the four hours I had left. I walked around the lab and lifted a few things and where I let them go they stayed there. If I surrounded an object with my hands then that object would be parallel in time with me. I knew when the effects were wearing off because the moving seemed easier. The full effect came when the glass I suspended above the sink dropped into it, and broke into a million pieces. Life is good, no?
06/19/1982
I called George over to watch me run the experiment, and sure enough George froze when I touched the controls. I sat George down on a chair and said to him, "Don't move until I tell you to." This was just a joke, or at least I thought it was. When time started again George didn't get out of the chair, and he didn't know why. For at least ten minutes I tried to figure out what happened to make George want to not get out of the chair. Then it hit me six hours ago I told him to not move from the chair until I told him to. Hey six hours is a quarter of a day, you think that I remember some little thing I did a quarter of a day ago. More importantly this means that the human mind is effect by something at time speed. Okay I call the time where the world is frozen time speed. I need to experiment more with this.
06/20/1982
This mind control power works on anyone. I spent the entire day working with people, some suspecting, some not, and seeing if anything I command of them will be obeyed. All commands were obeyed. This is not right. To control time is one thing, it's physics, but to control the human mind, that's not right. I'm not sure I want this invention anymore. Talk about a moral dilemma. I need to get drunk.
06/21/1982
I don't regret what I did, because I don't remember it. For some reason when I was drunk I used my machine and made three very hot women my sex slaves. The blond, great breasts and a nice ass, and boy does she do a great blow job. The red head well I might keep her around since her naked dancing made me cum without her even touching me. The brunette I think I had her just because he had huge breasts. From what I gather I told them, during time speed, that I was their lord and master and they would do anything to have sex with me. I am one very evil man when I am drunk. I turned the women back to normal with no memory of what happened, but I gave the red head a post hypnotic suggestion that when I say, "you are my time speed slave," she will again become my sex slave.
07/25/1982
Oh dear, I don't remember any of this. Something has happened, and it isn't good. I don't remember making any shark cage that would speed up time for me. This is bad. This is very very bad. I don't have any paperwork showing that I ever made such a thing. I do have a Fred in my address book who claims to be an entomologist. I do have a very expensive looking clock, and a bunch of pets. I would never have known this if I didn't find this book. The only one who knew that I had such power was George, and damn it he left for L.A. over three weeks ago. Now that I think about it he did take with him a very large cage. Oh shit.
07/27/1982 It wasn't hard to find George. I just had to look for a teenager fucking supermodels, movie and TV stars. Now I had to stop George, big problem. George could stop time, and that means that he can stop me and make me forget all that I learned to lead me here. My head hurts. I need a drink. Get him drunk.
08/01/1982
Easier than most. I got some high proof liquor and a hooker and sent the both of them up to George. In less than an hour he was out cold. That was the best one hundred dollars I ever spent, cheaper than that clock. I used the cage and made George obey me. I then told all the hot women in and around the mansion that all that George did to them was reversed and with no memory of what happened. I almost didn't send away Kim Alexis. George told Kim that at the sound of her name she would have a body wracking orgasm. Okay so I played with her while I undid the damage that George did. I left a different trigger phrase in Kim, but no one will guess it.
08/13/1982
It took me almost two weeks to drive from California to South Carolina, but I didn't want that cage out of my site. I feel so guilty. It was my fault that those women in LA were used. I am at fault for making such a thing. For all the good that I can do with this thing the evil outweighs it. The Nobel committee called and asked to see my invention, and I told them that it didn't work. I don't know if they believed me, but I was not taking any chances. I am going to destroy this cage. That doesn't mean that I plan on dropping my experimentation. I have this idea for a suit that let me be in time speed for more than six hours. I plan on doing this in secret so no one knows about it. When I'm drunk I may be as evil as George may, but I will try not to. By the way I still don't know which red head she is, damn.
THE END