--- Michael A Chase <mchase@ix.netcom.com> wrote:

On 04/07/2004 06:46 PM, Aaron Nowack said:

"There is... something here; I can feel it now. 

Hidden away, in a

pocket of time." "Can you find it?" Scalae asked.

"Time may not be my

domain, but it should be close enough," Loriel

said.  "Now, be quiet

while I work."

What's Pluto gots in her pocketses?

---

It had long been theorized that a sufficiently complex
system of human thought, such as a human mind, might
be able to subtly alter the fabric of reality.  But
despite numerous anecdotes throughout recorded
history, it was not until the late 21st century that
quantum mechanics and bioscience finally formalized
the art of accessing hammerspace into a science.

To access hammerspace, a certain state of mind was
required: a certain kind of "angry" that poets
struggled for centuries to properly describe even
after everything else had been reduced to mere numbers
and dry technical detail.  Women more easily achieved
this state than men, especially when they felt
romantically or sexually wronged.  An untrained mind
could pull a small amount of matter from this
alternate space.  A trained mind could put matter in
for later retrieval.  A highly trained mind could
enter hammerspace directly, travelling faster than
light speed by willpower alone to exit at any point
desired.  At first this was only useful for personal
teleportation, until training advanced enough to take
along other people, then small vehicles, then large.
One person even managed to move an entire moon around
once, but no one has been able to duplicate that feat.

It came to pass that an empire was founded around
control of a planet, whose sand could be refined into
a drug that made achieving the mindset far easier.
Side effects consisted mainly of permanent PMS, even
for those men who took the drug, which was
insufficient to deter widespread use.  To counter this
threat, one of the empire's enemies developed
artificial intelligences capable of projecting
themselves into hammerspace.  Cargo capacity was
severely limited compared to human capabilities, which
lead to the common design: a cylinder spanning merely
several cubic centimeters, with an attached rod about
half a meter to a full meter long containing the
robot's thrusters for normal space maneuvering and
weaponry.  Millions of these were manufactured and
dispatched to sterilize Earth, home of the empire.

Not a one found their intended target.  A flaw in the
AIs caused them to travel through time as well as
space, coming out at already-formed portals.  Once
there, they were universally subjected to blunt
trauma, forceful enough to shatter the AIs' crystal
matricies and render the mighty war drones inert.  The
largest of these, dreadnoughts by comparison, were
drawn into the hands of one specific user of
hammerspace, who embraced the necessary attitude over
a hundred years before the theories were published.

And that, Akane Tendo, is why I have travelled back in
time: to thank you for saving our civilization.  And
to advise you not to compete in that cook-off next
week.  Legends are still told of how upset you were
when your efforts wound up poisoning half the town.
No, honest, it's just a coincidence that I look and
sound just like Ranma Saotome.  He's one of my
ancest*WHAM*

- transcript, final recording of audio sensors from
war drone MLT-SMA 042

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