Professors' Spring Returns [act 3] 'space aliens on the rise'

INT. CONTROL ROOM - BACKWARD, MOON BACK - SUNNY (DAY LATER)

Hilly backside below, rising large, eclipsing Earth; black starry sky, sun level; They nap reclined, except Diana now in stylish modern advanced space-traveler padded-alumina wear, watches widescreen SatNewsNetwork Eye-Point News coverage of the UFO-alien search, its signal stalling …

A display icon BEEP-BEEP-BEEPS and repeats, awaking Gwen;--

(stirs, taps display)
How are you doing, Diana?

Beeper stopped.

All right: We're almost there.… I think I have the hang of astronaut-ing … Weightless waiting ….: (grins at Gwen)
Exchanges the third and fourth dimensions.

(leans to Diana's)
What are you watching?

Oh…, Kroown T-V was decrying our local police for letting certain space-aliens escape;-- It was a weekend News-Sat link, eclipsed.

(stirs, wide-eyes moon)
Dey-zha vue!- You let us sleep rather long, Diana!

You angels need your rest:-- God knows, You don't get any on Earth.

(smiles)
I've heard:- It's all pinheads and needle eyes for angels and camels. But, This space-admiral needs to lavat-ate before the littlest piggy wee-wee-wee's all the way home.

Gets up, grabs rails-- and wobbly float-walks back to exit:

(hand after hand)
Woow …!: (grins)
Mag'walking again: an Olympian event you never forget!: (exits, second thought)
Or, Do we call this, Systematic electron deflection-containment ambulating?

(calls back)
There are fresh leftovers in the micro:- Just press the trigger button,-- and hang on!

Thanks!-- And hang-on?

OS: A SOFT WHOOMP! His food is cooked.

(bemused)
That, was fast….

The hilly mottled terminator passes, close upward, 10 sec.…

Should tell him it's a micro-E-M-P.

He has a doctorate in engineering:- He can figure it out fast, himself.

(to himself)
Probably operates at the edge of the cosmic waterhole frequencies: H and O-H … Probably a steam-laser….

(loud for all)
E-T-A: De-orbit-burn in 50 hesits,- for our backside rendezvous…!: (unto Diana)
What missiles await us back here?

Peter fully wakes,- operates his controls;

Red … according to Kroown T-V.

BLACK MOON, a blotch of floodlight racing parallel below …

(puzzles)
Red?

Looks like we're not alone.: (points out)

Exterior floods:- our footprint. Farther ahead is the port.

(searches out-about)
I still feel, not, alone.…

(a beat, invents)
In News-induction-syndrome, Diana, the brain forms a special register for news-style information;- But in a media-vacuum like when the Apollo astronauts came out from behind the moon, and didn't tell, the residual form in that register got archived: Spacer news became form-fulfilling.

(a beat, plays along)
You don't say ….

(plays smile)
Ex'actly ….

INT. -SAME- (A MINUTE LATER)

Moon-port GUIDE-LIGHTS ahead come into Display-view …

At least we have a place to land.

The Supercruiser rocket ENGINES ROAR TO RUMBLE …

Moon motion decelerates to stop for vertical landing …

(busy)
Landing-sequence: Nominal; Thrust: Nominal; Telemetry-synchronization: Nominal; Guide-path: Nominal.

(a beat, loud)
Moon: Nominal.

The moon apparent rises for landing,- sunsetting;

Daniel messengers his hot food tray quickly to his seat--

(softly)
Weee … artificial gravity … Food is still too hot but, Which is faster: Moon-landing, Or cooling the micro?: (grins; float-sits)

The near moonscape rising eclipses the far … sunset …

Then the lunar port-doors …

And out-gasses … and the dock column top …

And the Supercruiser slows to land level just inside.…

CUT TO:

FADE IN:

INT. MOON-PORT STATION-CAVERN - CORRIDORS - WELL-LIGHTED

Wide, aluminum construction similar to the South Pole station. They enter, Diana now in padded-alumina wear with astronaut over-jacket of some rank, Gwen, Peter, Daniel fussing with his spork and too-hot space-plate lunch;--

(stirring a mash)
E-M-peas and R-F-potatoes …

(admires-about a beat)
Wouldn't these lights wear-out after centuries?- Or, have space angels been here, recently?

We're sure to meet space -aliens- somewhere,- sometime: Why not here?

(lip-tests, fusses)
Yeouch:- This is still too hot!: (blows on sporked piece)
Does blowing on hot food work in outer space?: (grins)
Just being a little silly….

Practicing to become a big silly…?

(grins at her a beat)
You set the micro too high, Dan.

No…, I set the micro a little over, so this'd cool before we landed: A landing significantly quicker than I recall of two weeks ago.

(nonchalant)
May have been the phase of the moon and other course variables.

Not lunar phase: We launched from the South Pole.

Orbit eccentricities could have put us closer to the surface.

Deceleration energy depends on the moon's radius,- for essentially an infinite starting radius.

Okay: You've guessed;-- We can tell you, now: This moon is smaller than ours.

A RAILED LEDGE

Overlooking miles-deep cavern of stealth-black starships;

(mildly surprised)
How'd you know that?!: (unanswered)

(long hushed awe)
It's still awesome…!

(awed, brightens to grin)
Kilometers, deep! … A shipping mall of space-shops! … Is the whole moon a giant spaceport dry-lock?!: (sombers)
Looks abandoned:- Where'd they go?

You'll get used to the runway effect, Diana.

(points to a big ship)
There: How about that one: It's got ample room for interstellar hops…!

Seems to be about the biggest … May be a different floor:- Ours must be here somewhere.: (looks deeper)

It's on Earth …: (self-corrects)
Our, original, galaxy-ship, on, their, planet, Earth.

(reconsiders)
Could be in another cavern.

Or smashed and destroyed by comets.

(points to elevator)
There's the elevator.

(points their equivalent)
That one!- Looks just like ours…!

Gwen and Diana lead them, strolling toward the elevator;

(observes chagrined)
Alas: We've missed the opportunity to split stock shares in multilevel spaceship marketing:--: (full-grin-chides)
We could have been ult'rich escaping space-aliens!

(topic ahead)
Diana: What did you mean: Their SpaceGuard rockets are, red?- Chinese?

Soviet Union.

You mean the U.S.S.R.…!?

Yes: Why?

Didn't the U.S.S.R. disintegrate, on your Earth?

No: Why?

What year is this?

They pass A DISPLAY CASE containing a long six-legged furry reptile, live … lingering beyond while Diana looks closer …

(rounding)
Hungh…?- 19-97.…

(slowing beyond)
Whoa, That's years before we left.: (examines his watch)

That is, after the U.S.S.R. fell.

Pete: You never reset your watch: It synchronized us to 19-97.

(to Diana)
Was there a restructuring of their economy?

VIS-A-VIS PEERING THROUGH, Diana slowly circles all sides--

Oh, yes: Their perestroika is doing economic superpower status wonders. I wonder what the people look like, that must feed it….

An interesting thought, Gwen: Sub-lunar dinosaurs: Earth had microbes following the so-called Period of Heavy Bombardment;- The moon should have, too, growing in gigantic low-gravity, wet lun-ode caverns: Both were seeded.

They leave Diana, and saunter-on for the elevator;

Why do you so-call, it, bombarding?

The excessive meteoritic dust, and atmosphere thick with carbolic acid steam … should have had more a burp barding effect.

(a beat)
There could be prehistoric microbes up here, still.

Light is needed to grow dinosaurs.

Little or none, for deep sea fish.

And maybe a dauphin, in the moon!

They giggle, and enter

THE GLASS-WALLED ELEVATOR

Diana trots to enter with them; Daniel in the middle--

(looks above the door)
Peter: Did you remember which floor it's on?

(slow start-up)
Ahhh, Yes: Right below the subspace sandwich shop ….- Care to place an order at the elevator panel:-- your favorite, green swiss on alien wry?

Diana's in; The door slowly closes …

(frown-considers)
Is that before, or after, cosmic notions?- I must replace my fore-chewn eraser.

(chuckles unto Diana)
They get a rise out of "elevator" jokes.

The door is closed; --LOCKS--

AND DESCENDS …

INT. ELEVATOR - DESCENDING, FLOORS BELOW - (MOMENT LATER)

They watch the spaceships passing-up …

Diana: Was there a Cold War on your planet?

You mean the superpowers' nuclear armament build-up race between the U.S.A., U.S.S.R., Germany, and California?

(tickled)
California?- What'd we, do in the Cold War?

(possessive)
Our-Governor "Nuke, Duke'm-again," detonated nuclear bombs underground to trigger the coastal faults and make the inevitable, predictable …. Started a small quake that brought-down the Oakland Freeway stack, in '89; but not the big-one….

How did Germany enter the Cold War?

(quickens)
Diana: Who won the last World War?

The Allied Powers,- repelled the Prussian Axis Powers, in 1918.

Daniel looks worried;

(surprised)
Was there no second World War that fully mobilized the U.S.A?

(curious shakes no)
No…, unless you mean the war with Japan;- We used the first atomic nuclear bombs there. Why?

(droop-faces wall)
Oh, Lord: This room is too small to feel homesick!

(arm on his shoulders)
Daniel: They didn't suffer a genocidal holocaust here.

(sours)
Nobody wanted our holocaust, Gwen,- But it was, according to Jeremiah's prophecy:- When Hubble measured the heaven by cosmic expansion redshift in '35, and Lehmann found the solid core of the Earth by seismology, in '36 … The seed of Israel was doomed to be cast off for all they'd done.: (deepens)
But if prophecy failed, where there was no vision …: (head down hard-out)
Oh, G'd:- The people…!

(somber helpful lecture)
There was, a holocaust in Germany,- if that's what you're looking-for:- Hitler's 19-37 "Volks-Fahren" five-year-plan, took drastic measures to accelerate their economic recovery by conscripting the young people for military build-up,- but their messianic and rabbinic communities were predicting Hitler was leading them to an Armageddon, and refused to let them serve; Hitler interned whole families in work-camps; some university Jews kept their freedom by helping implement his plans for atomic energy; but those conditions exhausted their resources and tens of thousands perished of hunger,- and Hitler's Commandants ordered a termination of the inoperable.… The final holocaust came when a Dresden graphite nuclear reactor prototype, exploded, eradicating millions, the metropolis, along with thousands of American, European, and Eu-Russian troops stationed there to reinforce their humanitarian efforts.… Hitler suicided and nobody understood what had happened … 'til Chernobyl. Does that help you angels…?

(handles his shoulder)
Small reprieve, Dan:- Not even a kinder-gentler Hitler could have prevented Jeremiah's prophecy,- though he prevent a world at war.: (glances at Gwen)
Don't say it, Gwen.

(solemn)
What would you not, have me say, Peter?

The elevator arrives at their choice landing;

(fills humorlessly)
That's one small stoop, for a man; and one giant relief, for mankind.: (inhales, firms, exhales)

EXT. A PIER IN THE DEPTHS - ELEVATOR - (AS CONTINUOUS)

DOOR OPENS, and They exit--

(a beat, finishes topic)
… though not the last of Jeremiah's prophecy:- There's still the final dissolution of the nation of Israel when the moon is moved in its orbit … probably in three more centuries.: (resumes dry-snobbishly)
I'll, forego, my guacamole, chopped liver and onions subspace sandwich.

(admiring-up the ship)
This is, the right floor!

THE STARSHIP: They proceed into the air-lock …

Gwen activates a panel:-- the DOOR CLOSES behind.

INT. STARSHIP AIR-LOCK - (AS CONTINUOUS)

Outer Door shut: REPRESSURIZATION HISS …

This is what you angels landed in?

Inner Door opens to pink AIRGLOW;- They wander in;

(dry-snobbish shrugs)
Home-again, home-again, jiggity-joose.: (saunters in)

INT. STARSHIP COMMAND CENTER - (MINUTE LATER)

360-surrounded by the spaceport cavern; They enter and sit: Gwen at the Helm, left, activates controls; Diana marvels …

(lounges at Nav, right)
This is so blasé: If only we could find Earth, again,-- our Earth.

(stands at his right)
Long-gone, I suppose, Daniel.

(sits behind: captain)
Quite gone: Eons ago. Up elevator! Sit tall!

SPACESHIPS REMOVE ABOUT,- clearing a path above …

Their Starship extracts …

And elevates …

The overhead moon-doors open, as the Starship rises …

And up through the sparkly-pink AIRGLOW permeating the portal zone 100 meters, They feel wholly weighted-down:

(surprised, stiff erect)
Hey: This is violative!

It's the plasma-trap-field for the space-station atmosphere:- no worse than flatsheet-lightning.

(gawks irritated)
I'm glad, angels, know it's "safe" violation: Couldn't we-Earthers, have waited outside?: (shivers upright, petty)
Oh, forget it:- You angels don't understand ordinary feelings.

Above the pink air zone, Diana sits aside; while outside

PORTAL LIGHT SPLATTERS the lunar landscape from low …

The moon-doors (OS) close, EXTERMINATING THE MOON BLACK, to a myriad stars; Interior light is low soft from wall-glows; Large Soffit Displays monitor the receding moon surface …

(focuses; to Gwen)
Think you're ready for this again,- Or shall I assist the helm?

(smiles, keys)
Sure, Dan: A piece of gefilte fish.

(break-laughs)
Okay, matzo-men!-: (leans back)
Back to space-ic training!

(00:00 - This Is The Time/Nathalie Page)

Gwen controls: the Starship ascends, without plume; while laser-flames flurry above a spot far east; [REF Fling10]

(to Peter)
This ship uses, something, for propulsion…?

Mass-energy coupling most likely … Dan: What new information do you get on this starship?

Daniel leans to his Nav displays,- And keys …

(noticing the lasering)
Peter, Do you see that?

(looks … the lasering)
Yes… Are those, Safeguard missiles?

(to her Helm display)
It has weapons-tracking on it …: (unto Daniel)
Daniel, What do you make of this?

Daniel touches the weapons-flag on his Nav display …

Monitoring laser fire only; and not preparing to return fire … Or yet …: (touches the prior)
And, nothing new on propulsion:- No direct information … for consistent documentation practice.

(offers)
Or, proprietary.

(mock-exasperates)
Proprietary hah! A cosmic constant!

(sincere)
I only meant, you lost space-angels must have your own leader, somewhere.

(concludes)
Guys: They are not following.

(quips to Peter)
Your small reprieve returns to you.

The moon and east laser-flame flurry recede.…

FADE TO:

INT. COMMAND - NEARING JUPITER-STAR - (NEXT HALFDAY)

Stars steady; but brown-orange glowing JUPITER-star and its orange-day-lit moons quick, in 4 min.

Gwen at Helm; Daniel, Nav; Peter, captain's chair; Diana, a starship-jacket over her padded-alumina wear, leans sitting on Daniel's chair right, watching awed …

(unto Peter, curious)
Peter … At this speed and rate of acceleration last time, at half a day, we passed Jupiter … and Pluto next morning at the speed of light.

(noncommittal)
Yes …
And …?

This is impossible:--: (points to Jupiter-star)
That's a star!- not a planet!

(noncommittal)
Yes ….

(to Diana)
I don't think he's listening.

(to Daniel)
Jupiter is, a star.

(startled)
What kind of star, is Jupiter?

This isn't our own solar system, Dan.

(mildly exasperates)
Then, Why should it have been so similar?! And why should it be any different?!- What's the likelihood of landing on a planet where the people know our faces, speak plain English, but significant facts are not as they were?- Sisters, clocks, holocausts, wars, moons, planets, rocket ships,-- stars!

(lectures)
Incredibly high, Dan:- Firstly: Solar nebula planets form in pairs from ring quadruplets of near-equal mass: Our Venus-Earth pair, Uranus-Neptune pair … Jupiter and Saturn, were an upset-pair adding 3-plus-1 masses instead of 2-plus-2, -caused by gravitation interfering with the forming sun and rhythmic distemper;: (phrases)
Secondly they self-arrange in Bode-Titius order: a predominant period-resonance ratio of 3-to-1, distance ratio of 2-to-1,- and augmented by solar-spin tidal-drag …. Which puts Venus, Earth, or Mars, within 60 degrees Celsius of temperate at the equator; and another within 60 to a hundred-30, oppositely.: (phrases)
Thirdly, Inner planets atmospheres were leftovers from the sun taking down the nebula by light pressure Poynting-Robertson drag and solar-wind, leaving them too rarefied of hydrogen to form gas-planets.: (phrases)
The result is, Every solar system has one or two habitable inner-system rock-planets in temperate orbits,- eventually like Earth.

The classical Drake Equation was not so generous: by many negative orders of probability.

(answers)
Canonical Drake Equations include deterministic inefficiencies to prevent the public from expecting too much of government astronomics: Mainly they presume random planets in random order;- then focus on the likelihood of civilization becoming intelligent, randomly: Small indeed are their prospects … And preclude discussion of spacer gods escaping destroyed planets, teaching mankind to propagate … and rogue planets, flung-away from supernovae, which may ultimately prove more numerous.: (to Diana)
Diana, Is either of your planets, Mars or Venus, habitable?

No: Venus overheated, too close to the sun, and too much uranium in its mantle; Mars and Astra were too small to sustain themselves.

(discourses)
Okay.- Facts more similar than not: But the likelihood that we found a planet with events very similar to ours, may impute how we got here:- whether our expectations affected our ultimate selection,- or vice versus.…: (puzzles)
No … Some events must be more like prophecies,- or rather, admitted inevitabilities; Otherwise, on the whole, we came to a planet where we could fit-in individually, socially survivably … Part of the cosmic-elevator process: Natural selection among trillions of galaxies, and trillions of planets in each.… Likenable to photons absorbed by atoms when the energy, phase, and polarity is right:: (elates)
A cosmos teeming with opportunities for collecting habitation.

(responds to Peter)
Maybe that's what Harry felt: There may have been no choice planet for all four of us to return-to.

Sure, Pete: And growing-up consists of absorbing one's whole photon -to Earth,- before radiating-on.: (prepostulates to Gwen)
Maybe there's a low-frequency cosmic rhythm coupling two similar fine-split Harry-states: allowing him to ascend, but not descend the same way back, to …: (to Diana)
Your Earth,-- Diana: Are the moons of Jupiter-star inhabited?

Basic vegetation, in the seas on Europa;- too little atmosphere to breathe: all water-vapor.

Jupiter-star and it's moons have passed.

(thinks aloud)
There was, something curiously sci-fish about that man and wife who rescued us in the desert …!- But I still think there should be obvious expressions of intelligence in the cosmos too … Quasar-engineering ….

INT. COMMAND - NEPTUNE SPACE - (HALFDAY MORE)

(00:00 - Miracles/Cartouche)

The star-background still steady; Diana props on Daniel's shoulder deep-slouched; Gwen watches her displays; soffit displays repeat hers: a RAPIDLY EXPANDING GRID emanating from a small sphere ahead, lines alternating high-low binary-coded; Strange-NEPTUNE and Triton, minuscule, majuscule, minuscule, 5 sec;

There must-be some practical ways to extract significant quantities of deuterium, from Neptune.

Neptune and moon have passed.

What's our E-T-A?

25-hundred hesits,- and no apparent presence: No ordinary planet.

(ponders)
Just a point in space … What point?

(reports)
Point-98 light-speed by standard pulsars;- acceleration, constant.

Must be super-massive, exceedingly small: It flipped us off the solar plane last time.

Diana,-- Are there other known planets out here?

What's known is known: What do you mean, other?!

Something unusual: in the planetary sense:: (doubts)
A cold neutron star? Quark star?

Nothing identifiable beyond Neptune.

No Pluto!?

The vagrant moon!?- I mean, no big system-planets, beyond Neptune;-- There are asteroid objects, galore.

And Pluto doesn't belong to another planet!?

No,-- not any more.

(reports)
Course is locked-in: No aborts, no options: We're in the dive.

That leaves us no better informed than on our Earth:: (more with Diana)
No unaccounted-for planetary orbit accelerations!?: (no response: checks Diana)
No magnetic anomalies!?: (checks)
No inexplicable gamma-rays bursts!?: (checks)
No spurious 7-megavolt neutrino events!?: (checks)
No sunspot-conspiracy theories!?: (grins)

(guffaws)
Daniel!- Sci-fi movies are full of those things!

(mulls)
No better than our own Earth.

EXT. GALAXY SHIP ZOOMS AHEAD, TO TINY

INT. COMMAND - (1.5 HOURS LATER)

The grids are filled ALTERNATING PINK AND WHITE, indicating zone-approach, a hyperbolic passing course and continuously recalculating variances;

Secondary zone; Point-99 light-speed; E-T-A: 70 hesits.

DISPLAYS BLINK-alternate red, yellow: SURFEIT/ORDINATEUR,…

(exasperates)
No!: (a beat)
Course, Locked-out!

(authoritative)
Gwen, What's the trouble?!

(feel-searches keys)
The controls are locked out: They don't respond to touch: Like Helm computer's overloaded.

(scans)
Processor-core-sector, down!?: (keys his own display)
What's the over-load? Mine won't shut-off! It just looks normal!: (yields)
A starship shouldn't balk at a simple hyper-jump!

The hyper-point, mass, is different in this solar system: size,- spin,- charge.…

Maybe we,'ve got loose freight-mass onboard throwing reaction variances into the trajectory calculations: A couple whales sloshing in a tank of seawater …: (grins to Gwen)
Saw that in a sci-fi movie once.

Won't make enough difference with our tonnage: Our whole ship has to enter the corridor.… No: Something with the hyper-point mass: It's moving non-computably,- non-ballistically.

A moon orbiting your hyper-point won't change its center-of-gravity.

(reminds Diana)
We need deflect precisely off the hyper-point center itself.

(considers)
A moon at orbit-distance would be too slow: And computably ballistic.

(advances)
But at our light-relativistic speed the "headlight effect" projects its mass-gravity focus back toward us!

(counters)
But the stellar-aberration, effect, pushes its focal, point, further ahead: Static, and, dynamic.… Drat, the homework they don't give in Freshmen Space-Time Physics:- Third order differences could spill us!

(reveals)
An asteroid entering the mass-point event horizon! Orbit decays rapidly spiraling inward!- The Nav-computer should, calculate that from its remote-sample time-series analysis; unless …: (rethinks)

(mulls)
This leaves us without a jump-point.

How fast will the asteroid be swallowed-up?

Momentarily,- But we can't slow: We need full light-speed to enter the aether-slip-stream.

Spotty EYESIGHT-FLASHES, 2KHz BUZZ (VH-"C"): They flinch, wince, gasp, flail, (like a photo-op) 2 sec.

Ahead of them in space the Pluton HYPER-POINT BLOOMS briefly,-- and Nav POPS-UP a neutrino burst-analysis;

(excitedly)
What, is, that,- Gwen?!

(elates)
My controls work again!- That, was a neutrino burst-event: We must be close to a supernova.

(surprised)
Of course!- An, asteroid, crushes into a small hole at neutron star density: Its own micro-supernova!

The grids become SOLID-FILLED RED …

(reports)
Primary zone: Point-99 light-speed; E-T-A: 5 hesits …

(2.2 sec. pace)
… 4 … 3 … 2 hesits …

Diana:- This is going to be a quick redirection.

Diana in Daniel's arm-hold leans-braces on the console.

(scrutinizes)
Gwen, Are we becoming photons, before we arrive?

(wiggles free fingers)
Just wavicle:: (grins, sing-song)
Good-Bye!

The SKY FLIPS to head into the galaxy;-- the GRID CLEARS; STARS ACCELERATE passing; the SKY ASIDE ABERRATES forward;

(to Diana)
Stellar aberration….

They check their coordinates … Nav plots on a galactic grid as speed ramps-up to 6.7 million;

(scans her displays)
We are in.

(worry relieved)
Thank God!-- I thought you angels might evaporate and abandon me.

(reassures her)
The designers knew what they were doing.…: (unto Gwen)
But where, are we, now?

In the aether-slipstream, heading toward the galaxy center,-- well above the solar system plane, but at a much different angle.: (takes the view)
Light-speed no longer exists.

How fast are we going?

(rechecks)
Astro-referenced distance skip-rate fluctuates up to 7-point-4 million times normal light-speed.

Gwen,-- Did you make a mistake?

The mathematics will agree, Diana: We're not moving through the vacuum of space faster than the speed of light: This corridor of spatial aether is superconducting us: We're subspace tachyons; We used the hole's deep gravity to both accelerate and change direction at the anchor point.

I mean, the galaxy center is slightly below our solar system.

Correct, Diana: The corridor arches over the galaxy plane, and returns to target heading momentarily.

(proffers to Diana)
Pete was saying, The ultra density cosmic superstring superconducts us as super-photons; But our former mass-velocity, now pure momentum, restructures and displaces it momentarily.

And if this superstring passes through a star or planet, Does that mess-up everything?

Superstrings tend to squirm around star masses, instead of orbit: kind of a large linear gyroscope effect… except around black holes, which is how they collect: Nothing touching, survives superconductive evaporation converting to harmless photons inside, the superstring.

And how'd we survive entry?

We Lorentz-contracted at light-speed to some sort of photon system inside the corridor, now stretched-out over a thousand kilometers.

(considers)
You're pulling my leg awfully far, Daniel:: (thinks)

(inserts)
E-T-A?

E-T-A: 50 kilohesits:-- tomorrow: a day and a half.

(accepts)
Sounds like a theory, Daniel;- You might be neglecting paradoxic time-dilation.

(quips)
And that's what makes us photons unsafe at any speed-of-light.

The galaxy arm of STARS FLASH-BY …

FADE TO:

INT. COMMAND - NEAR GALAXY CORE - (NEXT DAY)

(00:00 - In A Dream/Rockell - original mix)

Stars denser, more passing rapidly; Diana now at Nav, wears her avant-garde black-white-gold-motif space-admiral formal suit; Daniel sit-leans with Diana;

Gwen's display shows a grid around a center circle, speed decreasing; ETA 2.300:

(to Diana)
Our galaxy's main-and-central gravity-black-hole: 4-million solar-masses: 4-million mile radius.

(affects wistful)
And does it just fling us away,- across the cosmos?: (covers yawn)
When do we get to your angels' galaxy?

(to Peter)
It's so nice having undergraduates reminding one to think like a professor.

(star-gazing)
E-T-A?

2-point-3 kilo-hesits.

(resumes to Diana)
This galaxy-ship is programmed to ease us into orbit at light-speed near the hole's event-horizon; And dock us at the metal ring city.

(somber)
Without being shattered by cometary bombardment, when we exit this corridor?

Ahh, -we hope,- yuh;- This ship has some authority, but there's not too much out here.

Magnetic sweep clears an area near a large hole.

What happens when a star falls in?- Does that wipe-out everything?

4-million suns; ten billion, years; is one every 3-thousand years.… And it shreds a star's outer layer in a stream of hydrogen and uses that to crack-the-whip on its core: like an infant flinging used chicken bones off a tray … dangerously windy-hot outside: when it happens.: (arm-comforts her; tact)
Cheer-up, Diana: In the infinite cosmos, there are infinitely many Harry's:- You can't spend your life, loving each one of them.

Diana breaks a grin,- a guffaw-chuckle,- and head-butts into his belly.

(abrupt)
We're changing modes … something new: We're braking out here:- 2-point-9 million light-speed …

(objects)
This is too early,-- isn't it?

Diana perks.

Yes:- 2-point-2 kilo-hesits early.

Maybe the corridor is thermally inflated, passing through a star.

(sober)
Wouldn't we see the star? Or its photon flack?

Photons pass through each other: That's the reason we accelerated to light-speed first: We can detect a large-scale progress-rate;- And we can, see the stars on Nav display.

(advances)
Maybe the corridor is losing its extensivity of simultaneity: If the corridor is in fast orbit around a black hole its perpendicular motion shortens our re-focal reach,- so we think we're slowing down ….

Daniel smirks.… Helm displays sideways progress left to a yellow zone within an expanding radiant grid of lines and passing stars amid fixed-stars background,- Gwen reviews;

Prepare for orbit insertion … but yellow isn't the right color.

Rapidly slowing,- and we're moving-off to one side of the corridor: 1-hundred-70 thousand light-speed;: (pauses)
90 thous… 1-hundred-30 thousand: We've got pogo!

The star frame begins crossing leftward … rapidly around;--

(excited scanning out)
Are we losing plenum synchronization, too?!

The velocity gradient near the corridor wall is shy-compensated.

Is our corridor traversing a dense star cluster?- This looks different than a redirect;- Are we passing another starship…?

The yaw-spin ceases;-- The yellow left-zone flashes to become green-zone within the expanding radiant grid of lines and stars: Speed increasing: ETA 2.240;--

Speed returning: 4-hundred-30 thousand light-speed …: (pauses)
7-50 … It must have been alien traffic:- We'd have stayed near the corridor-center to pass through a star. E-T-A: 2-point-1 kilohesits.

(easing)
Take us all the way in, Gwen.

(reports)
2-point-3 million light-speed.

Remain ready for orbit insertion.

INT. COMMAND - (AN HOUR LATER)

Diana sit-leans with Peter, a personal moment--

(leans close coy)
So tell me, Pete, what it's really like, for an angel fallen from heaven: and going back up?

(plays along)
Well, It's pretty much the same as living on Earth, less appreciated.

Not so different, ehh.: (a beat)
You know, Peter: The real, Peter,- before you aliens arrived,- was totally infatuated with Gwen:- I mean he used to snivel-up to her toes!

(eye brows up)
Really?!

Ummm!- Glued to her day and night: Couldn't tear himself away from her, without ripping his pants.

(breaks to grin)
Are you telling me the truth?

(drops to plain)
Peter. When have I ever, lied to you,-- in my whole life?!

I only met you, 5 days ago.

Exactly:- This could be a first.

PETER restrains smirk.

(a beat)
Do you believe the physicists' claim that they have solved the equation of the universe, with one hand tied behind their back?

(reviews both hands)
Yeah... But they don't know which, hand.

(a beat)
So you've known about that already.

(restrains smirk a beat)
Did Daniel tell you his favorite joke about God making matter with no intelligence, to give physicists an even chance?

(overly sincere)
I always wondered that about God, how He could have made anything, without intelligence;- but, Daniel has a different version of it … So, Tell me, Pete: Is an even chance, zero chance, or two chances?- Zero and two both being even.

(marvels playing)
I'd suppose, Even is two chances,- with each side sharing its covalent odd chance.

ETA 0.100,-- speed 5-million, decreasing;

(inserts)
Astro-skip-rate is decreasing again … 4 million … 3 million … 2 …

I thought so:- You angels never learned to speak plain English.: (returns to Nav)
That's why religion is such a mess.

3-hundred-70 thousand light-speed … 1-hundred-40 … 60 … 40 …

Displays show a flashing pink zone within an expanding radiant grid of lines; near stars slow rapidly, now amid a bright billion de-aberrated fixed-stars background;

(a beat, resumes)
9 thousand … 4 … 2 …: (pauses)
sub-thousands … 6-hundred … 3 … 2 …: (pauses)
sub-hundreds … 80 … 50 … 30 … 20 …: (views-out momentarily)

We're arriving.

Her display shows a red-centered expanding grid;

… 2 … 1-point-5 … 1-point-2 … 1-point-1 … Light-speed exactly … holding at 1-point-0.

(00:00 instrumental - Children/Robert Miles)

A distant multiply-ringed 3Msun gravity-black-hole with luminous pole-jets, approaches at light-speed, 20 sec. …

(affects)
Thar… she blows…!

Starship slips into orbit around its equator, and thence …

ASIDE A RING CITY splash-shimmering colors to the horizon, but laser-blast marks abound; Nukes flash in the distance …

And slows …

(erudites)
We're back: From there to eternity!

Closing to the side …

(a beat)
You'd think there'd be just two, last electrons, to put in place before we exit …

And a dock …

(grins, Frenchly)
Appease the resistahnce!

And slows closing-up to dock … and turns to it …

(quietly to Daniel)
Re-volt-ing, Daniel….

Docking attachment completes automatically …

(quietly back)
Just making an, ohm, run…

(quietly back)
Did your planet have a, watts, riot over their electric bill, charges?

Docked,- Gwen exits … but they get up more reluctantly;

(quietly back)
You mean, the, killer-watts, rate …

(quietly back)
You're making an obvious induction.

(quietly back)
With some reluctance …

(quietly back)
On that, Q, we'd better catch Gwen.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RING CITY, INFINITE CORRIDOR - DYNAMIC OMNI-LIT

Just outside their gantry-way; Windowed; Wide, no apparent curvature, lit without lights. They enter in space-admiral suits with additional arrival-party overwear, boots, caps, commendation bars/stripes/circles, logos, insignias: [stars-over-sun-over-moon-crescent-rising]

(inside, admires hallway)
Astronomer science sure is tubular.

(a beat)
The shortest distance between any two points, adds up eventually.…: (a beat, to Gwen)
Did Harry say where he'd meet us?

How do you number a hallway like this? It's like Building 2-A-Prime.

Worried you're late for paleo-spectrum genetics, in a corridor 25-million miles long?

(exasperates)
The stuff of Calvinist nightmares!

(confides)
Look for the concessions-stand:- That's where we'll find Harry.: (sniffs)
Do I smell mustard,- and onions?

HARRY (30-35, med. tall sturdy male model, college-football-hero), Christian, Republican, nuclear chemistry professor, space-admiral suit white, 2-week beard, enters forward from a side-hall ahead, busy eating from a plate;--

(lunges forward smiling)
Har-ry!

(turns about to them)
Hey! All!- Hi, Gwen!: (sweeps her: a hug-spin)
How are you-all doing?!: (puzzles unto Gwen)
Gwen?: (reconsiders his catch)
Oh,- Diana, I presume:- Hello!

They approach, smiling in 2-week's-absent recognition--

(quips)
Doctor, Harry, I presume;-- So: Old gravity-black-holes smell like mustard-and-onions!?: (grins)

(maintains Diana's hug)
This ring-city food-store also has something like ketchup and relish, Dan, but preserved better.

(quips)
Should be called, galax-up;-- Hi, Harry!

And served on pasta and anti-pasta!: (grins to them)
Hi, Pete;- Gwen, for real:- So this is your little, sister!?: (increases hug-intensity)
Wish I'd met her, on Earth:-- She likes me … Can I keep her…?: (kisses her nose)

Harry minding Diana, handshakes with Peter.

(shirks, quieter)
Kitty cats and girl friends: They're all fickle: I think I just lost another:- Anti-pasta jokes aside, I've never been so stood-up,- since my bar mitzvah.

(curious)
You were stood-up at your bar mitzvah!?

(littles)
Rebbe wouldn't let my girlfriend attend my bar mitzvah party: She wasn't Jewish;- We broke-up ….

We'll just have to find you a nice super-cosmosian woman, Dan.

Must be lot's of choices up there, Dan: Infinitely many Jewish, too … You guys ready to go back up?

(looks about and to Gwen)
Gwen: Which way?

She leads them strolling … passed transparent observatory bulbs, doorways, through side-halls … Diana in Harry's arm:

(for all)
So, Tell us about your shuttle excursion into the abyss, Harry.

Not much to tell: It just kept going deeper;-- no bottom.

Something, was down there:- Didn't you find anything at all?

Shuttle-refueling stations, along the way,- until the last one seemed only partly finished.

The last one?- How far'd you go-in?

Hard to tell: It's pitch black; the sky gets narrower, and bluer, until it looks like a lone star, above … and the bottom-star gets bright ….

You must have gone easily halfway!

I was thinking I'd gone about 95-percent, on our, scale:- It got rather strenuous with the depth.

Strenuous?- Tidal draw?

(irked)
Ah,-- yuh: Tidal.

What's that like?!

Well:-- It kind-of racks you apart, when you stand; better to lie-down; and the ship creaks noisily,-- and rolls and pitches defiantly.

What made you turn back?- You were so hep on going-in … Just too much rack eventually?

Too much rack;-- yeah: It's really dis-tracting.

(quiet-firmer)
Why did you go-in, Harry?

Game-training, Pete: You run for the light at the tunnel's end, when you're already inside the Roche-threshold. It's actually a kind of controlled-psychosis,- used in success-therapy,- which is why I'd taken extracurricular football in high school:- I'd been a …: (admits)
cry-baby, in elementary school.

Did you reach your goal?

I think so:-- It got so intense, I felt exhilarated, -heady,- and that told me it was time to call it, quits …. That, and I was worrying I'd run-out of refueling stations;- Not sure which is worse: the worry of gravity, or the gravity of worry: Both get you down.

(switches)
Sounds like a dream-trip, Harry,-- The memory's yours. Let's take the "up-elevator" and blow this cosmos:: (steps ahead with Gwen)
Even if we don't remember what got us down here, we can't go back to the time we came in.… Did you meet any aliens while you were waiting?

I avoided most of them; --awfully rowdy:-- You remember those blaster marks on the walls, when we came down, 2 weeks ago …: (a beat)
And, there was a crew that shipped out three hours ago:- Did you pass them in the slipstream?

Our ship slowed briefly in the corridor, along a wall.

AN INNER CORRIDOR

(quietly to Harry)
And went into a silly spin.: (head onto his neck)

And … Half an hour ago there were explosions:- The whole city shook.: (a beat)
Otherwise it was rather quiet here, overall … Found a computer library: It nets with the whole cosmos … And I walked into a reconstruction zone ten-miles ahead,-- such a blast: It takes your breath away:-- Some kind of aero-pressure gradient field, so slight, I felt I'd walked uphill a thousand yards …: (stilted phrases)
Then, I noticed the gaping tears in the floor and walls. Then I noticed the corridor continued so far away. Then I noticed the in-between city-ring-segment was missing.… Then, I turned, around,- and walked back … and thought very carefully, about what I'd just done: almost.…

Okay; okay.-- Go for the elevator.: (to Harry)
And Harry, Diana knows about meters and hesits already.

That's okay, Peter:- We used to use miles and hours and minutes, too…: (quieter to Peter)
Two hundred years ago.

(diverts to a door)
This may be ours.…

She tries the door's hand-plate … it fails …

Still code-locked.: (keys control-panel)

(adapting from memory)
"7-1-8-3-4, add 13 days, is, 7-1-8-4-7; multiply overridable: Prevents arbitrary use; and saves program identities."

(keys final)
Thank you, Daniel;- That was your code.

The sliding DOOR YIELDS-- THE COSMIC ELEVATOR

You mean you had your own code lock, too!?- What-for?

They enter;

Back-up code:- Never leave a cosmic elevator without one.

(to Peter, grows a grin)
A woman must have invented science: Whence the 6-millennium lock on it.

INT. COSMIC ELEVATOR, THE GALAXY CORE STARS - (CONTINUOUS)

A small spacious circular room with cushioned bench seating around the sides; surround-windows to the outside billion bright stars; control-PANEL LIGHTS TWINKLE on the wall;

The DOOR SLIDES CLOSED,--

Gwen touches the control-panel;--

GEARS WIND inside the door …

LOCKS CLACK;-- then silent.

(realizes)
Not exactly the Top-of-the-Mark.

Not exactly a spaceship, neither.

(cheers)
Have a seat, all.

(muses)
The angelic prep-talk.

They sit comfortably;- Diana tight with Harry;

Gwen touches the control-panel;-- the ROOM LIGHT DIMS …

Show time, Diana.

AIR-LIKE INFLATION … filling-up the pitch spectrum …

Same time,-- same channel,-- same saga, continues.…

They wait moments … no new operation presents itself: The inflation-sound pitch rises forever (formant sliding) …

Gwen looks outside momentarily …

Gwen, Are we moving, yet?

Not exactly: Look outside.

(00:00 instrumental - Dimensions/Don Dorsey)

Outside, stars rain-down, bluish above, reddening below …

(peers down)
Good-bye, ring-city; Halo, heaven!

(admits)
That's about the bottom line of it.

(peers down)
And receding at the speed-of-light.

Stray clusters of stars rain-down;

(reflects)
It has a beauty rarely seen in books: I wish I'd brought my vid-cam.

For whom would you replay it?

(smiles, envisions)
Grand-children like to see where their family came-from, Harry.

Gwen smiles;-- Daniel turns back to the window, and gawks: Whole nova-SPARKLING GALAXIES rain-down, shrinking rapidly;

(knowingly)
Oh-boy!-- These aren't just stars.

(plays straight)
Dan … Some things take years,- even at the speed-of-light.

(a beat)
We … are up to the galaxies.

All look out again: Galaxies, distant clusters of galaxies rain-down, bluing above and westward, and reddening below and eastward;- distant galaxies turn proportionally upto a half turn; all shrinking; They speak in their reflections:

(wistfully)
I wish Einstein could have been here, and seen what became of the cosmos.

He probably did.

You want to explain that bit of wisdom, Dan?

It's a theory … but … There is good reason to believe, if reincarnation is possible, that certain people do return to Earth:- The meshiach, for example, is in Jewish tradition, to return after a thousand years maybe two,-- though no scholar has proven whether he'd be a millenarian, or a reborn man; But by some the prophet Daniel may have returned already as was written in Scripture:- to stand in his lot in the end-time: The lot means someone with Daniel's wisdom, intelligence, skill in mathematics, and science, appears on Earth in or near our time: And, Then the sealed meanings of Daniel's writings would be known.…

But, Dan: A Christian Scientist, on the Internet, cracked the code of Daniel,- ratiocinating 3-and-a-half days as cycles of Venus, and the 2-thousand-44 years from Daniel's 170 B-C, as A-D 18-75; -and likewise by moons, and Venus to Christ Jesus in 4 B-C,- … Not, Einstein.

Galaxies sparser; the sky dims rapidly, top first;

I read that.… And Einstein fits his depiction of Daniel's intelligence, as to the relation of light, space, and time: by including the constant speed of light, and tensor calculus physics. But his exegesis explained a fiery furnace heated seven-times hotter, as intense, sun-like smoke-less, light and heat,-- but didn't discover that relation to our time: that that furnace should mean the perfect brilliance of the sun in a hydrogen nuclear fusion bomb:- That was Einstein's wisdom … as Daniel foretold: an obvious secret, until Einstein.

(to Gwen)
Gwen,-- Why is the sky so blue on one side?- Are we falling over?

(to Diana)
We're upright: The outer cosmos rotates.

Galaxies gone, outside darkens to blue-black;

(explains to Diana)
The early moment of our universe formation was a rev'ed-up turbulent superfluid graviton exceeding ten-to-the-89th electron-volts, and its own interior speed of light; And as that turbulence became mass-energy of a trillion galaxies, it shed its angular momentum, outward. We don't see it from Earth: Do your calculus on thermal motion within a rotating gravitational field:- Atoms moving forward in that frame are faster in the cosmic-aether-frame, and more buoyant, carrying momentum from the center; slower molecules sink. Same as in solar rotation and the galaxy core.

And you think Einstein and the prophet Daniel are the same, one?

Possibly,- as a new-born babe, not a two-thousand-year old man.

You think Einstein knew he was?

Outside is pale and whitening;

Rabbi Jesus didn't remember his own personal history, after crucifixion and a resurrection … But he praised the wisdom of the prophet Daniel … And your Christian Scientist could have praised Einstein more.

(eager-surprised)
The sky is turning white:- Are we there?

We've only caught the leading edge of the big bang,- where the photon burst is still mixing.: (continues reasoning)
Dan, Do you suppose there's more to the story? Who are the three Hebrew boys? And the fourth, like the son of God?- Do you think anyone has ever survived a nuclear fireball, without being singed?

Above and around gradually reddens;

That would add to its fulfillment,- But we won't dote on the persons: just the prophecies,-- else the prophet would have named them.

Maybe it refers to three astronauts in spacesuits, Pete:- Reflections, unsinged by intense sunlight.

(to Harry)
Then: Who's fourth?

(inserts-quips)
Nope: Who's first.

(counter quips)
I Don't Know.

(punchline)
Third Base!

Smiles. Above deep-reddens very dark; below turns bluish,- shrinks-down,- then begins casting-up blue-shadows;

(corn-challenges)
Daniel,- Do all your woman-friends have wrinkled noses?: (wrinkles nose at him)

(ponders)
Good, question:- It'd have to be some alien astronaut visitor to Earth, wearing her own spacesuit.

But that'd require a hydrogen-bomb detonation in outer-space, -a fiery hot furnace,- to attract the alien.

Maybe the aliens are already there, invisibly, and the hydrogen bomb's light exposes them.

(switches topic)
Daniel … Last time we came up this elevator you shared an absentminded professor joke, -to pass time;- Did you forget to bring one, this time?

They watch Daniel; Around is very dark red; below (OS) is a brilliant blue shrunken smudge casting BLUISH SHADOWS UP faces and noses; Above begins to turn blue;

(reluctant)
Didn't forget;- It was of different tenor; and had me pondering on what mankind lives on Diana's planet.

(coaxing erudite)
Please, Share: that we may learn of the cultural differences in hominid society across the cosmos.

(a beat looking among)
The department chairwoman, told me of one occasion, the absentminded professor remembered his invitation and was attending a faculty dinner:: (composures a beat)
In a quiet moment when nobody is talking, everyone is busy eating, he, soufflés, a brief, flatus.…: (a beat, listening)
Nobody questions it, but he must've realized what he'd done, because he suddenly looks up wide-eyed at the faculty sitting opposite.…: (a beat)
With room temperature and pressure rising, he adjusts his position on his chair, and turns to the left,- looking behind himself.…: (a beat)
Then he readjusts his position, to the right, and looks behind …. The faculty members on either side say nothing and keep eating; But, the three opposite, not fearing death, begin commenting, between chews …

They giggle at leisure. Around and above gradually turns purplish blue; the very dark red recedes below …

(a beat)
One, chewing, says, He is checking for collateral damage on passersby.: (2 beats)
The second, chewing, says, He is sampling the expansion coefficient for a non-ideal gas….: (3 beats)
The third, chewing, says, He is echo-locating,- to prove before the tenure review board, that he was two-and-a-half feet away.…: (2 beats)
By this time the absentminded professor has returned to his original position facing, and resumed eating.…: (a beat)
Moments pass … and leaning forward, in a voice just-audible to the room he asks, Where did they put the flusher handle on these seats?

They giggle politely.

(interjects to window)
Now it's turned blue;- Why was the sky so red?

We're not only going up, we're getting bigger; And on the way up, the photons falling into our cosmos from outside, are still bigger, photons, -to us:- red, photons.

The whole SKY BLACKS-OUT; leaving the room panel-lighted;-- [Peter, Daniel, Gwen, permanently glow of bluish dots]

The elevator TING-TINGS; arrives; stops.--

(explains)
27-th floor!- Garden real-estate, cosmic Planck-ton, legal antimatter supplies,….

Eyes adjusting, They gather slowly to the door …

The control-PANEL TWINKLES;

(premonition)
I can't believe we're really in heaven: This isn't far-enough away: mere days and dem'uhrs: It's like a Disney-mono-rail ride.

Getting outside our cosmic gravity-play-pen, is, about as far-away as you can get, in heaven: Thence it becomes immeasurably infinite in all directions: You never return;-- perhaps, can-never!

Which brings us back to the big-question: Where-in, is the infinite outer-cosmos?

(simples)
In Mind.

Then, is the outercosmic-Mind more? Infinitely greater beyond the cosmic-mind?

(inserts)
More-importantly still: If uranium-bombs reutilize the stored power of supernovae, will men ever reutilize the power of gravity-black-holes,- more than this cosmic-elevator?: (smiles unanswered)

The DOOR SLIDES OPEN to daylight …

(restrained exclaims)
The Garden of Eden…!

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Professors' Spring Returns

an advanced space sciences romantic adventure comedy, PG-13 Sci⁴fi feature

Mr. Raymond Kenneth Petry, Strategic Director
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Four research professors took the ultimate Spring Break
and, now back home, they can't take being space aliens.

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Act 3

'space aliens on the rise'

[Act 4]

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