Wormholes are all around us, playing along the very edge of reality. 

They’re inside of you  and the buildings around you. They’re in the air and they fill the vastness of space in the quantum foam at the edge of the very smallest boundary of our reality. 

They’re so small that only one particle can travel through at a time, and they last for only tiny fractions of a second.

Hawking knows about them, watch his show.

But they lead to other universes, and they can be captured, stabilized and manipulated.

Any schmuck with a decent laptop and a custom operating system, some high end Euclidian, Minkowski translation  physics software (free trial version),  borrowed transformers from the utility company, copper tubing salvaged off of A.C. units, a dozen odd magnetrons taken from old microwaves, about 20 metal coat hangers,  a bunch of thin PVC pipe and elbows, expand-foam in a can, some concert stage framing girders  and a load of hot discount goodies from a Radio Shack robbery  can make a worm hole manipulation device in the basement or living room in under a week, assuming even a basic understanding of non-linear quantum physics.

Doc Carter was a big help, but she horks down pizza pockets like there's no tomorrow.

 Cost will vary by ethics and watch your electric bill.

This is exactly what I did when I read the Open Call to visit two different time periods.

By manipulating a stabilized wormhole you can make it synch up with different universes.  Since some universes run on clocks that are running ‘slow’ or ‘fast’ relative to ours, you can effectively travel to the future or past, without having to worry about paradox.

It validates cross-dimensional causality and it won’t change your present if you go back and screw with history, which is pointless, it’s not your history, just one nearly identical to it.

Uniqueness is an illusion.  Did you know that every single electron that orbits every single atom that makes up every single molecule in your body is exactly the same in every single way, as are the  particles that make up those atoms? So much so that science admits that they could all be the same electron, for all the difference between them. 

Trillions and trillions of identical particles make you up. 

There are endless numbers of you, and endless numbers of universes out there. It’s science.

What’s cool is that adjusting the cross-swing of the z-vector field allows you travel farther in probability from your relative normal, on a probability bell which drops off steeply if your equipment is relatively crude.

Give it a little twist and you’re in a place so familiar only a random fly in Bolivia is missing, you wouldn’t even notice.  Crank that sucker too far and you open up a hole into a sucking void where gravity doesn’t exist.

When traveling to other universes with different time lags, it pays not to go so far back that if you miss your return portal you can’t build another machine to get you home. (TIP: When setting the return portal instructions in your control program, remember to keep the time synchronized or you’ll be stuck and some other you will come home to your time machine, probably thinking he’s in his own universe.)

In general, the farther back you go, the harder it becomes to build a return machine until it reaches a point of impossibility.

On the other hand, the farther forward you go, the easier it becomes until eventually you can pick up a quality  used Alternate Reality Wormhole Device on Trade-O-Tron for pennies on the dollar.

Anyway, my first trip back was to Roswell, New Mexico in July of 1947, in a near identical universe.  I was looking for alien bodies.

As it turns out, the 40’s suck and it really was just a damn balloon. (In nearly every reality I checked, save for one where it was a hoax way out on the fringe.  Beyond that things start getting really weird.  Seeing that farmer with the Soviet flag scared the shit out of me.)

After that colossal disappointment, I returned home and decided that instead of stripping the past of its mystery, I’d go forward and screw with my notions of the future.

What would things be like ten years from now?

I set the controls for June of 2022, minimized the z swing, and ducked through my economy sized gate into a bathroom stall in a Cincinnati Wal-Mart.

This is why you should never trust people coming out of rest-rooms.  Some of them are bound to be time travelers from other universes.

My initial impression was that Wal-Mart, ten years from now, is exactly the same only with cooler stuff in it.

Well, save for the creepy hologram people coming out of those panes at the check-out kiosks, I didn’t like those.

Please check to make sure you bag all items!

The people looked the same, kind of.  Perhaps a bit more country style clothing and more glasses than I would have expected, but nothing crazy.  A slight dip in yoga pants and pajama pants, and I’ll be damned if there wasn’t a shortage of fat people!

There were lots of flags for sale, and some of them had 2017 in a circle of stars instead of the big 50.  WTF?

I headed back to electronics, as usual.

The PS4 Slim was on sale with a whole slew of Greatest Hits titles.  That was cool, but next to it, in its own display case was a full on Atari 2600 with fake wood, metal switches and original controllers. It was selling for $120! Games were going for $20 buck a pop!

Weird.

I headed over to the center counter where the cell phones and tablets were supposed to be and found a bunch of eye-glasses and shades.

The hologram chick started reading features off to me as soon as I started gawking.  9G, 140 Megapixel auto-frame, label and upload camera, 3D augmented reality true-color display, voice, blink, facial expression and air key controls, etc.

Whatever, I didn’t have any money here.  I’d left all I.D. and credit cards behind in case of capture.  It would suck to get nailed for identity theft of your own identity.  I had some cash, but I was saving that for a snack.

They did have a display model with the words “TRY ME!” on a placard underneath though.

I put them on immediately.  The hologram chick kept talking but I quickly put her on ignore.  You could do that to anybody.  The image of them goes all digi-fuzzy and your earbuds cancel out their voice.

On subsequent visits I found out that when you do that, the person you ignore becomes a “Blurry” The phrase “Don’t talk to the Blurries!” was a common T-Shirt Tag.  I’ll explain those some other time.

By the way, as it turns out, the more you adjust the circumstances in a reality the farther it shifts along the probability (of happening) scale.  If you don’t have your axis adjusted in the return program, well, I might not even be the same guy who started this blog.

Anyway, I wanted to know about those flags.

I slid over the search results and plunged into an info-circle about July 4^th 2017, the beginning of the New American Revolution.

I saw and kind of ‘attended’ a speech by the president, you’ll see what that’s all about soon enough, just know that’s it’s pretty cool and makes what we have now seem really primitive.

What’s nuts is that they announced President of the United States Jesse Ventura.

 Hell F***ing Yea!

It blew my mind.

He announced the beginning of a New American Revolution.  He said that we had a common destiny, a purpose bigger than ourselves.    He almost looked good cleaned up, actually.

The multi-national corporations, foreign nations and international banks all had their eye on the prize.

American prosperity could not depend on a ballooning deficit or sweeping budget cuts.  Living within our means was not an option.

Our only choice, to secure democracy for the future of the world, would be to take control of the vast resources that the vultures of the world wanted.

Space.

The American President, for the first time in over a hundred years, embraced expansionism.

Ventura issued an executive order nationalizing the entire Solar System, adding 900 Trillion dollars to the National Treasury on the credit of the United States based on our acquisition of the Asteroid belt, the Moon and Mars alone.

Corporations, other nations and banks railed against it.  Ventura countered that they would all abuse space resources to continue forced abortions, evil corporate practices and human rights violations. 

He ignored their protests and pushed his bill through congress using ‘special’ incentives.

Ventura formed the United States Space Marines to Secure American Freedom in Space.

Using Apollo era Saturn V rockets, updated with modern materials and manufacturing techniques and DARPA designed Assault Capsules, Ventura mandated that we would have three launches a day by 2019.

  Routine Patrol - how cool is that?

Flint and Detroit were alive again, nearly overnight.

By the hard work of the good people of Michigan, as well as the construction of three new launching facilities, we were cranking out four launches a day by 2019!

The Space Marines had cool “Moon Camo” space suits and insulated, compensated “Moon Carbine” M4 Rifles and M9 “Space” Pistols.

Government spending went into over-drive.  

Subsidies for alternative energy, domestic manufacturing, science and technology went into the several trillions almost overnight.

Social programs such as “Everyone gets free housing” and “Everyone gets free food” or BAH and BAS were implemented instantly.  A clothing allowance was being considered.

He also disbanded several agencies.  The DEA, the IRS the DHS and the FDA all got the boot.

He legalized all drugs, all small arms to include machine guns and gambling.

He also eliminated all taxes, save for import tax.

The number of jobs exploded in the U.S.  So much so that no one even cared about illegal immigration anymore.

Everyone could find a job, and former back alley drug dealers now had respectable store fronts.

To secure our homefront, he changed the Civilian Marksmanship Program into the American Patriot Program.  The APP offered free military style training to thousands of individuals (albeit less intense and not as long as basic training)

Upon completion of the course, APP graduates or “Patriots” were then issued M16A2’s and surplus M4’s from the Army.

There were Patriot Militias in nearly every neighborhood, which debatably brought crime rates down, though several other factors should really be considered. (apparently gun politics was still controversial, no surprise there.)

The world hated us for becoming space expansionist, and it did start a brand new space race/cold war with Russia and China, but America was happy and prosperous.

I took off the shades and headed out in a dizzy daze.

Holy shit.

Out in the parking lot, the cars looked mostly the same, with some I even recognized.  A lot of them were electric, which made sense.  I’d  caught a brief article about electric production going up 120% after the 2017 ‘surplus bonuses’ awarded to solar companies, fusion research and wind power.

My watch alarm went off. (Yea, I still wear a watch.)

I had to return to our reality, and I was almost late for my gate!

I dashed back into the Wal-Mart, zipped into the bathroom and arrived back in my basement.

Everyone looked happy there in 2022.  I might just go back.

Sure, it was a little crazy, but America has always been a little crazy. 

And I really want one of those moon carbines.

Copyright Doug Socks 2012

Images courtesy of:  gateworld.net, Wikipedia, redorbit.com,