Project 9/11 - first chapter
70 days ago
9/11, a date that will live in infamy.
Just as Stephen King used time travel to try to avert the Kennedy Assassination, in his epic novel 11/22/63, So I use a Space-Time machine to make right, the events that transpire in my short story that you are about to read. In my typical fashion, a young boy is called upon to make heroic moves to save the events from occurring as they did, that day.
It is a relevant, wish fulfillment Science Fiction fantasy for adventurous readers.
It is also ideal for teachers who want to make relevent the power of that terrible day, that took so many lives, and affected so many. I use historically correct details about the flights and passengers, my timeline is accurate.
Teachers, be sure to ask me for my Teaching guide for classroom use, Grades seven through twelve. An exciting read well worth your time. Sample the opening and then drop a coin. I would rate it PG for violence and non sexual nudity..
I will be adding a chapter every few days or so
Chapter 1: Dr Mendel’s Discovery and Dilemma
Dr. Aaron Mendel,
was head of research at the Wiseman Institute for Advanced Quantum Research at
Bethesda, Maryland. The Doctor’s cutting edge work in the area of “Wave Theory
Applied to Biological and Mathematical Research” led the field. On one routine
afternoon of a particularly frustrating day, while wiping up a spilled cup of
coffee on his desk, he observed the tracks in the liquid as he dragged his
napkin over the spill. Reflected in the spill was the grate of the florescent
bulbs overhead. They resembled the lines of graph paper in the spill; something
about the way they shifted while the doctor was sponging them up caught his
attention. The doctor stared at the stains reflection as a formula worked
itself out in his mind. Dr Mendel accidentally stumbled onto the concept of
distorting the wave reflections of neutrons bouncing off sub atomic particles.
He quickly jotted down some figures on the tablecloth. In one instantaneous
spark of insight, his discovery opened the door for the alteration of light
particles. This in turn threw down the barriers that had plagued the
possibility of time travel.
impromptu meeting that took place in the Institutes Dining Hall, he confided
his theory to his closest associates; the world’s leading biological Human
Genome experts, Dr Tsuranagi and Dr Roth two world leaders renown for their
work in quantum physics. They were stunned.
In the frenetic
weeks that followed, Dr Mendel’s formulas were checked and confirmed. Whatever
followed would be drawn up, coordinated and executed; all in the deepest
secrecy and backed by the wealthiest of donors. A lab would have to be built;
He needed a particle accelerator to test his theory. Best if it were
Coming up with the
theory was the easy part, thought Dr. Mendel glancing at his notes; how best to
implement it and demonstrate it physically was another matter altogether. The
ground rules he set were deceptively simple; in one demonstration, to change
the world for the better using the stunning discoveries the team uncovered.
There was no
agreement amongst his colleagues about what to do with the gift of Time Travel.
Should they use it to save Lincoln or Kennedy? Or perhaps warn the Captain of
the Titanic. One doctor suggested assassinating Hitler. Another suggested
visiting Jesus. The doctors engaged in endless fruitless debate. The boondoggle
of finding an agreeable solution to demonstrate the theory was wearing the
patience of all the staff members. Anything they could think of would alter the
present, and their work would go unrecognized.
It was getting
late, Doctor Mendel glanced at his watch; a quarter to ten already. Dr Roth
suggested calling it a night. The wall calendar showed, Friday September
The Doctor was
already running down a list of things he had to do this weekend. He ran through
the mundane tasks in his head; most important, early on Sunday morning he had
to take his wife to Dulles airport, a short drive away. She was going to spend
the week in New York City with their oldest son and his family; they would take
in some sightseeing. She was brought up in New York, and missed the excitement
of living in the city. Dr. Mendel wished he could go, he loved being with his
grandchildren, particularly with his bright thirteen year old grandson Max.
Sadly he reflected how his work had him hopelessly tied up. Perhaps he might join
them later in the week, but for next Monday the tenth he would be back at the
institute to re tackle the dilemma. An answer will come, he reflected, it just
needs more time.