The Introductions of West-Monster Part 3
“Son, are you even paying attention?” A man in a business suit with long, painted nails yelled at the stage that stood in pre-production disarray. On the raised platform, a thin young man with long black and green hair stood looking dazed into the lights. Mascara and makeup gleamed off his face as strong artificial illumination revealed every nook and cranny of the boy’s complexion. He wore a flowing magenta robe that bloomed all over with ornate ribbons and ties that flaunted pastels from all areas of the color spectrum.
“What?” The young man said, returning his mind to reality.
“We’ll never be ready in time for a matinee this Sunday if you are not able to get through the piece flawlessly. Now let’s try it again, Anti-Dagger,” The father said sternly from the crushed velvet seats.
Anti-Dagger shook his head back and forth, then sighed deeply. He nodded in affirmation so his father could queue the music. From the seat, the man pressed a touch screen remote below his right hand and a soft, yet powerful melody flooded the halls. Anti-Dagger stared into the back of the theater. After several measures, his voice burst through his lips and into the empty air of the theater. It was thick with tone and seemed to gently caress eardrums as it reached them. The highs were on pitch and perfect and the lows rung true. Anti-Dagger sung with the grace of an angel, which was expected of him. Nothing short of genius level performance is allowed in the prestigious New Yorkton Theater Complex, and there Anti-Dagger and his father were, preparing a genius performance. Arts were a cornerstone of the Earth-1 curriculum and Anti-Dagger paid tribute with his exemplary abilities, holding as much prestige as some of the finest scientists and doctors in all the world.
The practice went on for several more hours until Anti-Dagger was near hoarse. He retired the stage to the green room with his father, where the two brewed a pot of special tea that soothed and healed Anti-Dagger’s throat instantly.
“We are a family that can afford nanobot tea and we will use it, no matter the cost. Anything for the art of song,” Anti-Dagger’s Father said, justifying the tea’s expensive cost to himself.
“Now that practice is over, I’m going to head to Dr. Xylix’s for some late night study. He said he had a breakthrough he wanted to show me. Is that alright, Father?”
The father nodded his head so that his pony tail of thick black hair shook. He smiled at his son and held his chin.
“You’re a smart boy. Please don’t push yourself too hard. Be home by two.”
Anti-Dagger grab his coat quickly and made for the door.
“I’ll be home by two, Father. Tell Mom I love her and I’ll see her tomorrow morning.”
Anti-Dagger hustled to his car that was parked in the lot outside. He started the ignition and made his way to Dr. Xylix’s building downtown. It was a relatively nice building, if not a little ordinary around the exterior. It didn’t have any fountains or modern sculptures outside its doors. However, the glass was expensive and thick and lucid. The foyer behind the thick glass flaunted pure marble floors and columns, accentuated by clean, silver elevators sitting three on each wall mirroring one another. It gave off the distinct impression of quiet luxury and therefore, the same could probably said about its residents. There was truth in that, as Dr. Xylix was dabbling in technologies that were new to the world.
Anti-Dagger made his way into an elevator, typed a code on a touch panel, and then hit a button marked “7” on the main console. The elevator swiftly complied and lifted Anti-Dagger up. He arrived on the floor, which was covered ceiling to carpet in mirrors and white paint. Everything in the hall, from the flooring to the paneling and the doors shown bright white, like a mountain on a sunny day after fresh snow. Anti-Dagger stood in front of the 7th office on the 7th floor and knocked three times in a distinct pattern. Some scurrying was heard behind the door.
“Hello?” an old voice piped from the office, “who is it?’
“It’s Anti-Dagger, Dr. Xylix.”
“Ah, my dearest Anti-Dagger, you got my message, no doubt?”
“Indeed I did, Doctor.”
The door swung open and a short, wrinkled man looked up at Anti-Dagger through wide coke-bottle glasses.
“Come in, my boy. I’ve made a great discovery. Something that will change the world!”
Dr. Xylix waddled through the office lobby and into a laboratory set up in the back. The office, like the hall, was dressed in a single stripe of mirror against a pure white back ground. Anti-Dagger followed into the lab, shutting and locking each door behind him. Once in the Lab, the young man noticed something he hadn’t seen a few days ago when he was visiting. A giant screen sat in the center of the room. It was currently turned off.
“This is it, Anti-Dagger. One aspect in the culmination of my entire life’s work.”
“What is it, Doctor?”
“It is an alternate dimension viewing screen. We can see other dimensions using unique data imaging probes launched through quantum sub-space. The government commissioned me to build this in order to further our quest to understand our purpose in this universe. Well, now our purpose in all universes. This will give us a basis of comparison though. Once we have that data, we can move forward in whichever way the data perceives is fit.”
Anti-Dagger breathed heavily. He thought this was the great scientific breakthrough, as he’d never seen anything like it.
“Can we see something now?” Anti-Dagger asked.
“Sure, what do you want to look at? We can only get enough data to fill out the dimensions of just our planet, Earth-1. However, we can view infinite dimensions of other incarnations of our world.”
“Alright, let’s go to an alternate Earth-1,” Laughed Anti-Dagger.
“Away we go,” Said Doctor Xylix as he pressed a power button on a remote he removed from his coat pocket, “I’ll take you to Earth-909, the version of our world I’ve put the most study into. Of course, they just call themselves Earth. Let’s call them New Earth. Who cares? They can’t hear us anyway.”
Dr. Xylix flipped on the screen and the camera was focused on an aerial view of Paris. The Eiffel Tower stood proud and towered over the hustle and bustle of the city below.
“What’s this, Doctor?” Anti-Dagger inquired as he analyzed the screen with intense curiosity.
“This is a city, I now know from my studies on Earth-909, is called Paris, or The City of Lights.”
“It’s gorgeous, doctor. No veneer of technology, nothing shiny, nothing chrome. Just aged brick and mortar and steel that has seen years of history.”
The Doctor laughed, “That’s a very astute assumption of you, my boy. They do have quite a history, thousands of years, in fact.”
“How do you know all this, Doctor?”
“I’ve built quite a lot of data analysis programs into this device. I’ve also enabled an audio link where you can pinpoint the exact area you want to be the source of the data collection. I’ve heard many great conversations. Their language is called French. It’s very similar to our brothers and sisters across the sea that live around the Port of Gaul. I easily broke it down and decoded it.”
The Doctor poked at the screen then touched a button on menu in the right corner. The screen shook and blurred its picture, then it clearly showed a University classroom.
“They were a tremendous help. The University of Sorbonne. I’ve sat in on quite a few lectures. Their history is terrifying, but so inexplicably intriguing. They aren’t logical and calm, like our humanity. Their passions and tempers flare like stars and suns. It’s caused them considerable problems and considerable losses, but from it, gorgeous art has flourished, so I guess we can’t judge too much. It would also seem that their perception of time is different from ours. I’ve had to slow down the data downloads considerably. It seems we move significantly faster than them. Rather, our quantum structure vibrates at a vastly different frequency than theirs.”
“Very interesting, doctor. Is there any footage of performances and any of that art you spoke of?” Anti-Dagger was extremely interested. It was as if one of his fantasy books had suddenly sprung to life and he was gazing into its bizarre, yet familiar world. He had an unusual attraction to the place, even before he’d seen the next roll of footage.
The Doctor pressed another button on the menu and the scene blurred again. When the data re-focused, a gorgeous girl was doing ballet on a stage. The sun shined through the opened windows to the theater and reflected off her glossy pink onesie. Her pale skin showed like a porcelain doll and her brown hair fell just below her slender shoulders. Anti-Dagger was speechless. He’d never recalled seeing anyone this beautiful. He stared at her flawlessly preforming graceful gesture after gesture. She moved like a dandelion in the wind, drifting blissfully to and fro across the venue and Anti-Dagger’s thoughts. The Doctor laughed when he saw how enamored Anti-Dagger was with his subjects.
“A crush on a lass from an alternate reality? That should end happily,” He quipped sarcastically.
Anti-Dagger still did not respond. He didn’t even look away from the screen. The French pixie that danced beyond the thin membrane of time and space had grabbed his whole being and refused to let go.
“Anti-Dagger, I must confess, this is not the big breakthrough. I only used this to analyze the data of that world. My breakthrough is something much more revolutionary.”
The ballerina had left the frame of the screen and Anti-Dagger was able focus on the Doctor once more.
“The big breakthrough,” The Doctor continued, “is a teleporter to Earth-909.”
Anti-Dagger’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. He stared in awe at the information the doctor had just delivered.
“I’ve done extensive tests on this for the past few years. Only with the invention of this machine have I been able to actually view the other world. A lot of data had been mostly theoretical in the beginning. After that, it was only mathematical. Eventually, the data became the physical manifestation that you see before you. Throughout the experiment, I’ve made countless quantum calculations and experimented sending small things over in rudimentary ways. However, with this machine, I can get accurate data. We’ve sent several people and creatures through recently.”
“And the results?” Anti-Dagger asked in anticipation.
The Doctor looked down remorsefully.
“A few were killed and their memories will forever be exalted in the field of quantum mechanics. However, with their sacrifice and dedication, we were able to identify why certain subjects that were sent survived. It has to do with how their strings, or Quarks, vibrate at a quantum level. Certain frequencies can adapt to their world, but only during an event that permits them to adapt, which I can now identify as an opening of the thin barrier that divides our dimensions and contains each universes’ respective frequency. It only occurs every once in a while in our version of time, which means it’s even more rare in their world.”
“Why tell me all this? I’m just one of your students.”
“Well, my boy, I respect you greatly. You’re talented and have a good head on your shoulders. You’re on your way to being a great musician and scientist,” The Doctor stopped and his face became sorrowful again. He moved his lips as if to say something, but instead, he patted the young man on the back. Anti-Dagger was excellent at reading people, though, and he pressed the Doctor for what he knew.
“Doctor, if you respect me as a student and fellow scientist, please continue what you were going to say.”
The Doctor nodded quickly and nervously cleared his throat. It was difficult to formulate the sentence he wanted to deliver.
“Your vibration is a match and an opening event is on the horizon. The last few times you’ve visited, I’ve collected data with the machine and you have the adaptation frequency. I’m 100% percent positive. That makes you one of several thousand in the entirety of our world.”
“So I can visit New Earth?”
The Doctor shook his head and sighed.
“No, you can’t visit. To my knowledge, Quarks will only withstand passing through the gate once. Plus, once you are there, there is no way we can return you back. They are centuries away from this technology.”
“Couldn’t we bring our knowledge over?’
“I’ve thought of that, but I didn’t do all of this alone. Even if I could go over, I couldn’t reproduce this work without decades of dedication and study. My frequency is not adaptable. Heck, we don’t even know how our devices will work in their world.”
Anti-Dagger thought about the ballerina. He’d give his entire life just to hold her. Anything would be worthy payment to watch her dance and be able sing to her. He thought of kissing her and he’d never felt as pleasing a reaction to a thought ever before.
“I must go, Dr. Xylix,” Anti-Dagger said after a minute of thought, “It’s not only my obligation as a scientist. I desire to be an ambassador for our dimension. I want to help these primate versions of us. I’m inexplicably drawn to them.”
“I’m afraid I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Don’t,” Anti-Dagger replied, “Ask the scientific council in charge of the project. They will select me. It’s only logical, if an adaptable frequency is as rare as you say it is. Regardless, they will have reviewed my data, given my frequency projections.”
“But your career? Your family?”
“I love them and will continue to love them. Once I’m at New Earth, I know I can find a way to get home. I absolutely know it. I know they would approve. Again, this makes logical sense. Father and Mother would be proud. And not even being on a different plane of existence can take music away from me. Please submit my paperwork,” Anti-Dagger checked his watch and saw it was 1:30, “I’ve got to be going. Thank you so much for sharing with me. Please submit my papers to the council.”
The Doctor nodded and the two said their goodbyes to each other. The remainder of the week was relatively normal for Anti-Dagger. He practiced with his band after his classes and made his way to the art complex every evening for rehearsal. Both he and his father were now content with how well rehearsed the performance was. He didn’t mention anything about New Earth or the angel faced ballerina that now crowded his thoughts and dreams.
On Sunday afternoon, as Anti-Dagger put his robe on and prepared himself for the most important performance of his life, a message arrived on his communicator. He looked at the letters that pulsed slightly on the digital screen. His heart fluttered.
You’ve been accepted and the Council admires your selfless sacrifice. Whenever you’re ready, my dear boy, meet at my office.
— DR. Xylix
Anti-Dagger quickly responded:
I’ll be there tonight. Thank you, Doctor.
He continued to prepare for the show and eventually rode to the Arts Complex with his Father and Mother, who were both dressed in gorgeous silk dresses and tied both their hair up with extravagant, vivid ribbons. They separated at the back entrance of the theater and Anti-Dagger went to the green room. After his warm-ups, he stood on the stage. The lights burst onto him and he delivered exactly what was expected, a genius performance. Every small detail was accounted for and considered in even its most minute aspects. Anti-Dagger was even surprised how great he had performed.
I’m a fitting ambassador. I will bring New Earth fine art and love, what they most desperately need, thought Anti-Dagger
The young man was received after the show by all manner of important people. The Mayor of New Yorkton even invited him and his family to dinner. As they ate, Anti-Dagger indulged in his last day on Earth-1 by expressing his love to his parents, but never telling them what was going to happen next. For now, he figured it best to keep the atmosphere happy.
Once the dinner was through, all parties headed home for the evening. Anti-Dagger kissed his mother and father goodnight and told them he loved them. He then left to Dr. Xylix’s office in fishnets, a miniskirt, and a black and purple shirt.
Anti-Dagger arrived at the Doctor’s office and was invited inside. In the Laboratory, next to the data screen, was a helmet and strings with nodes on the end that attached all over the body. Dr. Xylix stood next to both devices and looked at Anti-Dagger with a seldom seen face of absolute seriousness.
“Are you sure you want to do this? It is highly likely that you will never return to this dimension.”
“I must go, Doctor Xylix. Ever since I saw New Earth and the ballerina and the city, I can’t help but think I’m needed there. I’m drawn to that place for reasons I can’t explain. I feel they deserve compassion, peace, and art that I can give. I feel all worlds deserve it and I want to share.”
Doctor Xylix nodded and began to fiddle with a console next to his devices. He put the helmet and the nodes on Anti-Dagger.
“I’m glad you didn’t pack bags. They might not get through. Once you’re on the other side, I’ll be able to monitor you. Any messages you want to send from there, please just let me know. The world owes you a great debt, Anti-Dagger. This may give us a hope for true purpose and further our goals of peace and order.”
Anti-Dagger pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the Doctor.
“Please give this to my parents.”
Anti-Dagger took a deep breath and sank into the chair that cradled him for his final journey in Earth-1.
“Are you ready to go my boy?”
“Where shall I drop you off?”
“Paris. The City of Lights,” Anti-Dagger closed his eyes and thought of the gorgeous ballerina, “Goodbye, Doctor and thank you for everything.”
“Thank you, my boy. May the fortune of the universe be in your favor.”
Anti-Dagger nodded and the Doctor hit a button on the console. Everything faded in Anti-Dagger’s view, much like when the data screen changed scenes. He heard popping, murmurs, and wind rushing in the distance. After, there was blackness and silence, until voice then became audible to Anti-Dagger and his vision began to get clear again. He had already sat up, it seemed.
“I’m Lushlo Faxly. I was just born. What’s your name?” the voice said in a soft, child-like tone.