Professors' Spring Returns [act 4] 'space aliens infinite'

EXT. LUSH GARDEN - ELEVATOR HUT - DAYGLOW (CONTINUOUS)

(00:00 instrumental - Heavenly Cities/2002)

Flowers, trees; -A BREEZE RUSTLES, BIRDS CHIRP;- the ground is golden-brown; the sky is clear warm violet mottled with many extra-bright stars, but no sun;

Daniel takes a little USA-57 stick-flag from his pocket survival pouch,- and plants it-- [8+8+8+9+8+8+8 stars]

(deep-breath)
Far-far east of Eden,--: (stoops, plants flag)
The very end of alien technology: as we've known it.

(surprised)
Daniel?

(surprised)
No belché-grande for our cosmic arrival, this time, Dan?

(sincere)
This time I remembered to bring my American flag, to plant: I didn't come back again this far, to not, make a statement for God and Country!

I think God is already here, Daniel.

And now, so is his country …: (realizes to Diana)
Or more exactly, your country, Diana,- your planet.: (to Daniel)
Dan: Did you count the number of stars on your flag?

No … Why?: (restoops, counts stars)

Does anyone tend this garden? It's all grown over.

We think this place has been abandoned for a long time: It hasn't had much tending,-- nor harvesting: It doesn't appear to yield much increase.

(surprised)
What are the 7 extra States?!

Which 7 are extra?

Daniel gestures into the flag;--

Oh,-- You probably mean the Dual Union Canadian Transition DUCT-States!

(incredulous)
Canada joined the United States!?- Your world is, different, Diana.

Not really, Dan: First government Articles of Confederation provided for Canada to join without even a ratification by the other States.

(concludes to Harry)
And that little difference may have deterred their Hitler from dreaming of quick world dominance.

(gently reminds)
We should be finding our way out to the city, directly.

Agreed.

They stroll away from the elevator … to

THE TREES - EDGE OF THE CLEARING

Harry LOOKS BACK:-- the elevator is closed;

(hushed confides to all)
I know, -and you know,- we are not coming back,-- but, Should we code the elevator lock from this side?

They look-back … And at each other … nodding yes …

(nods)
I did, already.

What's the number?: (unanswered)
Gwen?: (self-answers)
We're, not, going back anytime soon.

Gwen smiles firm-no, and leads, passing golden fruits and berries, mango, bosc-pear, sweet-quince, trees, bushes;

Stops and plucks a ripe-looking fruit; takes a bite;-- and picks a second and more;

(examines a tree)
Looks like good fruit,- but, Why is it so golden? Are we in your glow-zone, yet?: (unanswered)

(returns, French)
Pret-a-mahnh-zhay.: (offers Daniel a fruit)
Our volunteer food-taste-tester?

Small colorful ANIMALS APPEAR quietly in the near bushes: rabbits, birds, cats, dogs, deer;

(accepts it, ponders)
That's something I didn't really think about: The food on Diana's planet tasted like varieties and recipes, as though I'd forgotten what home smelled-like after two weeks vacation.: (a beat)
Long-term, and disperse, genetic stability and linguistic constants … are interesting phenomena:- The grapes of ten thousand light-years, are still grapes …: (looking about)
Do we suppose generation is stable out here, in the infinite cosmos?

(notices animals, stoops)
Look at these gentle garden hares … They're so daring.: (cradles-up a rabbit)

(to Diana)
Very friendly, too;-- Dan-Dan named them last time: That one is George-Bernard:: (clever)
He be G-B, shaw-enough.

Diana smiles back.

(attends)
Come-on, guys: Fun is fun;- Cut it with the Dan-Dan.: (to Diana)
These are wild animals: Don't lick your fingers after handling them;- And wash your hands, and jacket.

Daniel: They are harmless rabbits!: (walks-on)

(accepts)
One more to protect.…

They STROLL through the garden, picking, eating …

Harry picks 2 golden-hued quinces, in passing--

Have a forbidden fruit, Diana:- a quince!

He holds one to her lips, and she bites into it;

In the renaissance age they let these rot till sweet,- But this kind is, sweet, like fresh pear.: (eats the other one)

She babies a piece to the rabbit, and walks-on …

NEAR THE RIVER - (MINUTES LATER)

Nearing … they find all the animals getting sleepy;

(two-handed air-ball)
...the kid says-- 'Suppose you have a massive sphere of just-under two-black-holes mass, at a Schwarzchild radius of one: If, the mass were at a point on the sphere, all-but-the-opposite point, would be inside its Schwarzchild radius:- But it's not: the mass is distributed so that the outer Schwarzchild radius is shy of two-radii, but the inner-sphere, is outside, its, Schwarzchild radius'.: (straight at Peter)
What, do you give a kid like that?- A, for thinking,-- E, for reality?

In otherwords: Most, of the mass of a collapsing neutron star is in its surface layer: which collapses to a bound sphere, not a singularity, of photons forever pushing to escape-- returning rarely as deep-background radiation ... Space and objects do-exist deep-inside a black-hole; And there may be an exit via the poles:: (half a beat)
Like Venus with a hot exterior, but cold, interior....

Give him an upside-down,-A-E: If he asks what it means, Tell him, 'For-All his work There-Exists a grade.'

Gwen giggles.

NOW AT THE RIVER:

(cuddles sleepy rabbit)
It must be getting late for sis' rabbit.

(looks at the sky)
Whoa;- Late indeed:-: (points)
The edge of night is upon the sky:- Shield your eyes;: (gets sunglasses)
And don't look up till it passes in an hour;--: (self-corrects to Diana)
A couple kilo-hesits.

They don chic gray+gold tropo-chromic sunglasses from their survival packs; and LOOK ABOUT THE SKY: Sky-east is a sharp black disk half risen, center unseen;

(searches the sky)
Two-tone black-and-blue sky … Déjà vu: a soap-opera!

East SHADOW BREAKS A WHITE-FLASH on Harry's face:-- His SUNGLASSES TURN BLACK;

(interrupts)
Yeow…!: (looks down, and to them)
It still hurts the eyes:- Don't look near the direction of the star-point.

Then FLASHES ON THEIRS:-- Their SUNGLASSES TURN BLACK.

(catches-up, looks-down)
Yow! Yup! That's it!- Brighter than a welder's arc! Head-down everyone: Watch your steps!

Heads down, they proceed …

PARALLELING THE RIVER

The animals know when your bright star is coming: They must have learned.

Once burned, twice shy: Never stare at the sun,- nor a nova sun.

(to Diana)
Animal-kind learns a daily schedule;-- Mankind minds its education hourly.

(searches sky opposite)
Still no clouds. We can proceed out here for the night cycle.

It's easier on the eyes when the star-point gets behind us: beyond its zenith.: (checks his watch)

Further upstream, as I recall, this river runs to the edge of the garden: if this is the same garden.

(remarks to his watch)
We're back on Super-cosmic Standard Time … or Super-cosmic Daylight Time … or, Super-cosmic Night-light Time,- or …

(offers)
Or eterni-time?

Interesting invention, Harry:- When was time-zero, out here?!

Could be anything: This planet is one of infinitely many:- and infinitely many time-zeroes.

(admires her new watch)
Maybe these cosmic watches adjust automatically at each planet.

(to Diana)
What would be time-zero on a spaceship communicating with another spaceship?

(tries a watch function)
Maybe it has auto-differencing,-- time-relativity.

Then they must have synchronized their watches, sometime, back at relative-time-zero.

Maybe they re-synchronize every time they contact each other:-: (to Harry)
A multi-re-prioritizing eterni-time: web.

(to Diana)
Then the local cosmic space time webs must have co-re-synchronized when they first contacted other time webs: an inter-re-prioritizing eterni-time web, out to infinity.

(brightens)
Like an application of the four-color-map theorem!

(mock worries)
Maybe there are time-web-hackers out here: stealing whole galaxies of time-synchronicity.

(smiles)
Ah-yuh.

RIVER BANK - STAR-POINT NOON, SEMI-SHADOWS (CONTINUOUS)

Sky-hole above; They walk upstream the golden-hue bank … The opposite bank opens eastward to golden-hue barren low-cut grass fields to a green horizon hint of city-top-line;

(gesticulates to Harry)
I suppose there are no seasons here, nor polar ice caps, under an isotropically warm cosmic blue sky. But though most of the sky is blue because of Olbers' paradoxically infinitely dense cover of cosmic-star-points … Why is it black right under the black-hole's bright star?

The atmosphere must be thinner on this planet: the sky not as blue-reflective …: (ponders to all)
But, The air does seem similarly breathable: as on both our Earths.

Might be the same partial-pressure of oxygen;- Or chemical composition significantly different:- Maybe that's why your quince is sweet.…

This close to the event horizon, the heavy-element-based molecules have greater abundance: including especially uranium and thorium.

(reassures)
Depleted, uranium, Diana: Olber's neutrino-flux paradox, super-ages the radioisotopes:- We believe we are perfectly safe here.

(quips)
Just hasn't met the garden-serpent.

Harry, Are all the stars out-here, cosmic-star-points?

Not expectably:- In this infinite, cosmos are infinite possibilities, infinitely progressing,- including whole galaxies of ordinary stars,- somewhere: But in this local space we've seen a predominance of star-points … I'll show you tomorrow morning: In my pocket-scope the sky is shiny bubbly blue foam.

And each cosmic-star-point is a whole universe inside its own gravity-black-hole cocoon?

That's a nicely poetic way to put it: A gravity-cocoon,-- and we're the cosmic butterflies.

Then parallel universes do exist.…

But unrelatedly at great distances: as mutually exclusive spheres.

But do the people in one universe, know, what the people in another, universe, know?

That depends de facto on whether we can statistically sample another universe … But if our universe is a kindergarten preparatory-school for living in this supercosmos, then ultimately, our grownups, remember, what kindergartners know in either!

But statistical evidence-taking could be dangerous if antimatter exists abundantly, out here: How can we safely tell whether we are sampling a compatible universe?- Antimatter black-holes are just as black!

(prepostulates)
Ante-statistics!?- We should have launched our baby-bottle surveyors into another uni-cosmic playpen, before coming out here!

Our Father-Mother-God must think that is hilarious, Daniel;-- like landing men on Mars before building lunar space colonies.

(snobbily)
That seemed perfectly reasonable: We're more adept and at-home on planets; And besides, It's easier to bounce off stacked armchair cushions to get over the rail into the other guy's playpen.

They stand and look across:-- A golden yellow brick walkway leads from the opposite bank, across the fields and beyond.

So, We're ready to explore:-- Which way do we go,- Doc's?

It's the same for a kilometer upstream.

This must be Oz:-: (points across)
There's the golden brick road.

It's not gold, Diana, but uranium yellow-cake.

Peter extracts his pocket Geiger-counter from his survival-pouch, and scans-about …

(explains to Diana)
The gravity-black-hole, Diana: We're orbiting the remnant of our pre-cosmic supernova:- Though we don't feel it, this place eons ago, was as radioactive as its million-electron-volt, ten billion degree core: The golden yellow color in the ground is a superabundance of uranium-oxide, thorium-oxide, lead-oxide, yellow-cake, mixed with red iron-oxides, left when the core of the giant super-star collapsed into the hole of our universe, exploding the rest in its nova … And outside the center it created the heaviest metals enough to form whole planets when combined with remnant oxygen, carbon, silicon,- and a chemistry that gives everything a golden hue.

(reading pocket-Geiger)
Dan, Diana,-- In any case, don't panic: The uranium-thorium count is so low, it may be all degenerated.

(surprised)
Then, Inhabitants on this planet could have discovered catalytic nuclear fusion, before, fission!

(grins)
And mathematics before arithmetic?

(counter-grins at Daniel)
And women before men!

May-be-so …: (looks around at shadows)
Anyway, The shadows have shifted 50 grads, a day cycle about two hours: three and a third kilohesits.

(to Peter)
Call them, demurs, Peter:-- three demi-hour dem-urs: They're metric.

(handshade-scans horizon)
Sure would be nice to hike across to that city later, when the day is cooler.

We'd best start now: It doesn't get any cooler. And it could be a days-long hike to a mirage.

They strip to swimsuits, sunglasses; Gwen, Diana, DEXPORT bikini swimsuit-bottoms (black-trim-gold stripe front-right from side ring through the crotch to left ring, chartreuse insignia italic "DEX" to contra "port" on white) …

Stuff their clothes in large sealed plastic bags … and

Wade into the river … swim-walking across at leisure …

I wish we could have brought a land-glider with us.

(missed that)
Where'd you see a land-glider?

Just presuming.

(--:-- music zooms)

The land-gliders weren't small enough to fit in the elevator.

You've seen them, too, Dan?

Too bad they didn't leave one here, outside the elevator: Can't be that expensive.

Peter looks at Gwen smiling, and yields on this discussion.

They probably do, on Tuesdays, and Threes-days.

And which day of the cosmic week is today, Daniel?

Out here, who knows?- But it's not Tuesday nor Threes-day.

That leaves Ones-days, Fours-days, Fives-day,- and the cosmic weekend.

(reconnects)
Super-cosmic weak-end:- Sounds like a super-cos-moxy-moron, Harry.

FAR SIDE RIVER BANK, GOLDEN WALKWAY - (MINUTES LATER)

Their shadows long before them; They finish redressing;

(00:00 instrumental - OceanSky/2002)

Refreshing; Can we return some day?

(gestures to the horizon)
The infinite cosmos is before us:- Who knows what opportunities we'd miss, there, if we come back?

(smally)
Infinitely many …?

They walk, onward, following the golden-brick road.…

(looks-back)
At least there's no flaming sword, guarding the garden this time, Dan.

That was an earthquake out-gassing in flames, Harry: This time, we're going the other way: Our new home.

(prompts)
Let's "long-leg" this,- Shall we?-: (long-strides ahead)
Come-on:- Let's "clock-run" this course:- We can cover much more distance,- much faster.

Running is less efficient in the long-run, Dan.

(walking faced back)
Not, running,- Clock-running: Long-leg'ing is much more efficient, in these boot-heels with ample cushion spring, in this lighter gravity.

He stops and does a straight-leg test-bounce …

What's "long-legging," Daniel?

They catch up, And he demonstrates:

(leg technique)
Pend-ambulating,-- like a grandfather-clock:: (cocks a leg way back)
Your leg is much of your body weight;-: (swings forward-through)
Just swing each leg full-forward,: (a one-leg high-hop)
And let yourself fly like a leaper: The Olympic triple-jumpers use the technique for three hops: It's very efficient, once you get the swing of it:- Unlike running, where you lift your knees through, Almost no energy is expended but to overcome inefficiencies in muscle tension as you swing your whole leg through.… Come-on: Let's do it: Start running fast, Then stretch out your stride, and leap onward:- Follow me!: (leads to run)

They follow him trotting … running … pulling faster … And stretching to long-legging, leap-running onward …

EXT. HALFWAY TO THE CITY - SUPERCOSMOSIAN TEAM SURVEY SITE

RECTO-BINOCULARS ZOOM-IN on shimmery distant 5 leap-runners coming; Object target numbers, range, angle rate, velocity;

Homman … Pfiven … Holees.

Unscheduled.

Alien.

TRANSITION BACK OUT … the leap-runners very distant …

POV passes left between two caped SUPERCOSMOSIANS:--

(right)
Looke.

TRANSITION IN; ZOOM less-shimmery nearer; numbers reappear;

Fast … Specimens: Goodt … Femmal, Dtwe … Hommal, Dtrey.

Collect!: (returns behind)

TRANSITION BACK OUT … the leap-runners yet distant …

(agitated)
Tout-alle?!: (whistles)

They load their survey equipments … board and glide away …

Hovering the yellow brick path … toward the runners …

FADE TO:

EXT. GOLDEN PATH - NEARING A CITY DOME

Sky-hole and star-point above the city, bright semi-shadows chase their glider breezing over the yellow-brick walkway … Daniel, Peter, Gwen, Harry, Diana, ride packed around; All wear black-gold sungoggles; Supercosmosians respond dryly:

(dryly)
This planet is well beyond star-tide dissociation,- And your cosmos is a minimal gravity-mass-hole: -an asteroidal, speck;- The observatory can telescope it.

It is our, cosmos:- We won't forget that too quickly.

(dryly)
Not much, among thousands locally; They're pretty-much all the same,- that I've visited;- except for this monster.: (points up)

We'd guess a nearby star forming in a dust cloud.… A gravity black-hole that big would be trillions of star masses, millions of light-hesits away, and its star-point dimmer by ten orders.

Actually it is, a gravity mass-hole about a trillion star masses,- and, about one event-radius away …. But we don't know why it's point is so brilliant: We think it's something to do with its structure.

This is incredible!- You've had the infinite universe, infinite years:- And you still don't know it all…?

Someone somewhere may know, but not within a hundred billion intervals; And at best aether superconduction speed this local stellar space will be significantly different by time they answer:- The question would be moot and untestable: They might not know more than we do.… This differs from knowable phenomena: It is, or has been, unfathomable.

Didn't your people build our cosmic elevator?

Yes, But this phenomenon disrupts natural aether crystallization: We can't go in, till our scientists find a way to dynamically connect aether thread fragments.

What more is it? How does it break the aether?- Cube-R-law tides can't disrupt at its event-horizon.

Its first-order-horizon tidal draw is tenuous, and its stars not all ingested:- Hundreds of billions of mass-grave-holes inhabit just below the horizon, and churn the aether.

What keeps mass-holes from being ingested?

That's where praxi-theory ends:- Possibly its zero-point energy has maximum density: the gravity mass-holes then superconduct;- Possibly in-falling mass fusions behind the holes, reaccelerating the holes.…

Is it a danger to the cosmoses in this local space?

That is why, we, are here:- Your cosmos is spiraling-in at half the speed of light: It will enter that melee presently and we hope to have our telemetry in place … It should tell us much: We're setting up to keep a fix on this planet.

(more to themselves)
Can we escape this fate?!

You mean, come with us when we leave:- You don't want to go home?

We tried that once but home was no longer there: The world we visited was very similar, -Diana's world,- But we were extremely out-of-place.

(appends)
… in a macrocosm of administrative trouble.

(laughs)
Hah!- A cosmic constant!- With the density of pure ferro-neutronium!

(dryly)
Never expect liberty without the nuance of Truth.

You learn a lot of silly skills out here:- How to distinguish matter from antimatter …. The kiss of an antimatter woman is ferocious!-- Tried that just once.

Annihilated his mustache and blew his socks off.

(grins a beat)
You couldn't count her as your anti-better-half?

Diana glares at Daniel;

(wincing, but)
How do you expect to retrieve your telemetry data when it sinks below the aether Roche-limit?

Telemetry contact holds to halfway down: We've tested that by plumbing aether-slipstreams. From there, the data recorders will function until passing mass-grave holes steal the planet or graze or merge with your cosmos.

How will you retrieve the data recorders?

EXT./INT. A CITY DOME ENTRANCE PORTAL - (CONTINUOUS)

They arrive … and glide through a ribbed corridor and sparkly-pink AIRGLOW air-lock, doffing sungoggles;

We don't have-to: The data-team will find all the answers, and return here with the solutions.

(irked)
That's suicidal!-- sending them down there!

The data-team will resort to the cosmic elevator.

But they'll be trapped down there forever: Time runs millions times faster down the mass-hole: It may be thousands of generations,- if, they return!

No different than your generations.

But we five escaped. They may never escape:- There's no-one to rebuild the cosmic elevator.

It can be done from inside: The tools are in place: Only this phenomenon-thing breaks-up the aether.

Aliens at the ring-city are a hazard.

That's a risk … We believe we can handle them.

(surprised)
Are you, the data-team?!

Surveying team: We're setting-up the star-tracking responders.

(a beat)
Do the aliens ever come up here to the garden?

None that we've seen, since it was built.… We have information on what motivates them;- You five are exceptional: You might survive.

And glide into the city proper …

INT. SEMI-TRANSPARENT DOME - UNIFORM DAY-LIT (CONTINUOUS)

A multi-terraced department-store-like terrarium-garden; the sky-hole and star-point faint above. The glider stops.

You will meet the City Council presently.

Why to you need a dome over this city?- The sky is constant balmy warm; Does it rain some days?

We get dew, contemporarily, But occasional supernovae wreak havoc.… This city is the top node for the eventual data-team and must survive hole-entry,- whence many, domes. It is self-sufficient; atmosphere too.

(unto Daniel)
Notice that a dome-day, is a pun on, doom-day.

(grins, but)
What keeps this planet rotating,- not tide-locked to our mass-hole?

It was recently formed by planetary shard engineering; Its core density is near that of lead.

3 cape-enrobed City COUNSELORS approach; and 2 enrobed women PROFESSORS coming, yet farther;

(quieter)
Do you, all, speak our language?

Yes,- of course!- As civilizations near perfection, they all speak the language more fully and effectually and efficiently: Not age nor height nor weight, but sin and sickness … give rise to misunderstandings, and conversely … Thoughts, exist in a balance of best-wisdom.

(restrained)
You mean, our own cosmic space aliens speak our language, too?

Yes, as they near perfection: There is but one kind of man individuated fully, with categories, diversities and taxonomies: But one Tongue, one Phoneme Linguistic or Language with its plethora of words unconfusable: There is but one, Intelligence!

(hushed)
And infinitely greater than our little cosmic hole!

Do animals have tongues and voices?

(puzzles to #2)
Animals?

(dryly to #1)
Exoharmonic intelligents: Animates: Standard normal tail distributions.

(nods a beat)
More ecovolution; less information.

(dryly to them)
There are no animals beyond a hole. New holees sometimes bring them as pets: They don't travel the cosmos. There are samples in the garden.

We, petted, those.

(hushed sincere)
By sin, you mean, hatred, vanity, envy, murder …

(dryly)
And laziness, pollutions, politics, confusions with animality,…. And equally interesting, Daniel: The words for all woes are equally well-known but they exist perfectly antonymously:- You can invent any word-of-woe, by simple negation.

(hushed)
Let's remember about getting Daniel a wo-man.

Giggling, they DISMOUNT except the drivers; the Counselors arrive with heroic smiles and outstretched arms--

(smiles, near enough)
Well-Come, dear friends …!

(heroic smiles)
Yes,-- welcome holers: Permit us to extend our cordial hospitalities!

(smile, variously)
Thank you / very much / kind hosts / sirs / madam.

(heroic smiles)
To whom do we address ourselves?- This is the first time ever we have had guests from this hole.

(bravely introduces)
I'm Peter.: (points each)
This is Gwen, Harry, Diana, and Daniel: We're from planet, Earth,-- galaxy, M-zero.

Yes, of course, from planet, Earth: We all are.

Astounding Them.

(smiles; explains)
Very few individuals have ever been born wholly outside an inner cosmos … Dismal failures: People must live in one first, --a baby's playpen;-- What God hath here prepared for us, Let no man change.

What happened to them? Aren't there infinitely many?

Interesting question, Daniel:- No:- It did not happen by chance.

But how could you be sure,-- until you know infinity?!

We do, know infinity, Harry,-- else we'd cease to have ever existed …. But technologies are more limited,- even at aether superspeed.

Look at yourself, Harry:- You don't examine your hands to know them, though you have numerous tasks to do, you do them,- and thereby you know, them, -by unfoldment of Principle, -if you see the meaning.

Are those finite cases some kind of messiahs?- How many principals, are there?

Originally just one, Diana,-- But presently there are three.

How long have they been around?

Long before we came out of our own holes, Daniel.

Since time never-began, Daniel, -so to speak:- There is no beginning of time: Time just flows: like a river passing a mudbank you can stand-on.

I'm not following:- We're expecting an infinite cosmos has infinitely many possibilities and occurrences.

It does indeed, Peter,- but the universe is just one: one Principle and infinitely many repetitions in ideas. Even as you were born in an inner cosmos, so one was born in this outer cosmos.

But trillions many were born in our cosmos.

That is perhap beyond your ken, presently, Peter: Your inner cosmos is finite, The outer is infinite.: (a beat, clearer)
Perhap it is likenable to black-body radiation, which quantizes according to the enclosing space: There is no finite quantization in the infinite space …. Or perhap it is like tunneling between cosmoses: This may be why you five are so surprising to us: You may have begun in five different cosmoses:- with only your reflected presence in trillions of others.

Does an infinite universe appear finite, to the One infinite Mind?

There is an appropriate metaphor, dear Gwen: There exists a finite covering on an infinite space.

(unto Daniel)
Perhap there is infinite prophecy, in a finite book.

Excellent analogy, Harry: Perhap you would enjoy research at our zone university: It is a local part of our universality system.

Yes, And you can teach us a class of your science:- Teaching and publishing are the best way to think;-- And we all enjoy a good story every now and then.

(bemused)
That would suit us -very settling;- But we really must learn more of your world, too.

But this is your, world, Peter: You must tell us all you know of us:- This is the only way we can know, you: We all already know the I AM ourselves:-- We all have but one Science, and one Mind.

(worries)
May we have a little time to ourselves, please?

Yes, of course, Diana: But your teachers are coming: And you would meet them first.…

Come, Welcome them:- Here they are:: (turns-to)
Welcome, Professors Shammy, Tyenne.

PROFESSORS SHAMMY and TYENNE, straight sincere, arrive:

(sincere)
Thank you;- You have five new students for us!: (admiring Them)
And, You are from the cosmos below?

(nods yes)
Yes, -Professor Shammy:- I'm Peter.: (extending a hand)

(clasps his hand sincere)
Yes, --Peter,-- and, I am Shammy.: (smiles reassuringly)

(taken)
Daniel,-: (extends hand)
Professor … Shammy:: (a beat)
What is your, profession?

(hands; smiles at Tyenne)
Well…, Absolute prophecy, of course … is the only true, Science, of the infinite cosmos: as I'm sure you've discerned coming-out here: We prove we know all.… Come: Let us show you the observatory: It is the sort of seeing you enjoy.: (leads)

They saunter to the mid-garden escalator;

(sincere; to Diana)
And, You are?

I'm Diana, and,-: (points each)
This is my sister Gwen;- And Harry.

(to Tyenne)
From what, hole, do you both hail?

Far from here, -and not the same;- But it no longer matters, Harry.

What is this about one being born out here?- What came before?- And how are there now three?

Ahh,-- The one.: (a beat)
It is new to you now, but shortly you will have studied the result.: (beat)
Before…, We do not know by word of intelligible technologically:- We believe it was before the beginning of all word:- It required infinite unfoldment … marvelous, really … but it, is, just one.

Your words, your technology, then, are finite still: A complete finite cover on infinite unfoldment?

Exactly, Daniel; And now, The three are, because there is no double, standard:- but one triple-standard.: (a beat)
A simple mathematical case: Perfect symmetry of dual-four-dimensional time-space: When the one appears as two,- that makes three: The three appear as though they've always existed: conjoined in rhythm and reality; never missed.

Could it have anything to do with the monster hole?-- An open-face resonance around a central residue: localized to appear as three, but beyond, as one?- A fine-split?

(smiles broadly)
That'll be your prophecy, Peter:-- You can begin … But of course, Make no mistake:- Absolute prophecy is infallible; And thereby we discern our oneness with the one all-Mind.: (points)
Here's the escalator.

INT. CITY - ESCALATOR - (CONTINUOUS)

(00:00 - Land Of Forever/2002)

They step onto the blue-fluidic escalator; Peter, Daniel, Shammy, walking up; Gwen, Harry, Diana, Tyenne, standing behind; but, all gliding together …

Where is, the one?- In an infinite cosmos, What do you know about just one?

(concerned)
It's not an obvious extrapolation, Diana …. You see, We individually, personally, each know what one is. But our experience is from finite cosmoses, and retains that finite cover, -like clothes, by which we may also recognize each other.- The one born in this infinite cosmos … Well, Its original one-ness, is not gendered … However, Of the three, the other two are: one male, one female;- which is why we are certain there are three.

(interjects)
You've met them?!

Yes, we've each met them, at times and places in our experiences … But the one and three have no specific residence: They appear not randomly but by infinite-nature, orderly, harmoniously, in our individual experiences: You'll meet them sometimes, --Everyone does,-- And then you'll know they are here.

Then, we take it, When they appear, the occasion is always near a mass-hole: a local temporary fine-split?

Yes: That might be a good summary explanation, Harry.

If the three include one, male, one female,- What makes them gendered?- What does their gender do for them?

As we mentioned, Their offspring do not survive well: We toss them into the nearest mass-hole, -playpen:- where they may best recover.

(to Harry)
This is gruesome baby drivel.

(subordinate-smiles)
Yes, dear.

The only apparently viable survivor is the one,-- who is very childlike as well: You'll understand more when you meet them: It is good for your comprehension, to meet them.

The 7 glide up, 3 walking, 4 standing immediately behind.

Daniel notices this bemusing fact, and tags Peter …

And stops to demonstrate … gliding just as fast …

All together they arrive at the escalator top … and enter …

INT. OBSERVATORY ROOM, GRAND DOORWAY - (CONTINUOUS)

Chairs, remote-viewing equipments, action 3-D supercosmos model (local mass-holes, the monster hole); A wall-window on the cityscape below, 2 gigantic aether-space luxury-supercosmoliners [a better UFO] on launch pads, of which one launches rising slowly, turns lumbering, and leaves;

They stroll-in … to the 3-D-video telescope …

(leads entering)
Our lesser amusements consist of watching life develop in the inner cosmoses, such as yours.: (to the video-telescope)
Let me show you, Daniel.

(nears)
Can you find our galaxy?

(actuates video)
Not in live-detail,- but processed view-records can;- though, You know your world no longer exists….

(peers-in)
We've surmised as much.

Are we the only people ever to escape?

Ultimately no, But perhap from your supercluster.

Leads-on to the supercosmos model, except Shammy, Daniel;

(following with Harry)
Then this is final for us?

Yes, in your sense,- unless someone discovered your exit.: (indicates the model)
This is our local cosmic space.

3-D LOCAL-COSMIC DISPLAY: They slow and examine around.

Shammy, A question:- A theory about the mega-hole:- When mass-holes and antimatter mass-holes meet, --their inner cosmoses mix and mutually annihilate:-- The central result should be a brilliant, white-hole?

Excellent theory, Daniel:-- You're ready for school.

Do you have a better theory for us?

No;-- That is our best theory, too.

Then why do you, They,- say you do not understand it?

The cosmos is a great work, Daniel: A theory is a work in progress. Would you like to work on this with Peter?- We can arrange for you to go with the data-team.

(interested)
Are you going in there?

No, We're scheduled to move onward and elsewhere.

(looks at the others)
Then I think I should prefer to remain with you.: (humility; resumes video)

Excellent choice, Daniel.

Tyenne, Is a white-hole unstable?- It should evaporate, as it can't form stable matter.

Q-C-P-T theory allows for a redominance, Harry,- eventually derived from its gamma-ray flux.

(half to him)
A cosmic, tiddly-wonk?

Part of your theory, Harry, Peter:- Supermatter, or stable matter ….

Leads-on to the window, except Peter …

(following, stresses)
There must be a lot of interesting theories here: Mass-holes colliding with mass-holes, head-on at the speed-of-light …

(quickens)
May we spend a moment alone, before class?- We must discuss plans for our future progress here.

(polite)
We'll see you at your invitational feast, then. We launch tomorrow for the next nearest mass-hole:- We are gathering five-hundred students for the term.… One of the luxury-liners out there is ours: You'll board for your staterooms after dinner.: (exits)

(exiting)
See you all shortly, at the feast: Don't tarry:-- You'll want to meet the other students.

The Professors leave Them standing watching their future …

(contemplates at window)
Peter: Do you suppose they've bothered proving the traveling salesmen theorem for traveling from one mass-hole to the next, -with infinite time on their hands:- Does it matter?

(smiles to Gwen)
Efficacy is love in motion:-- I'd suppose they did, infinitely ago …: (moves to window)
Or something like it,- maximizing the efficiency of time utilization en route for teaching courses … on parameters we never imagine … time of day of arrival and departure.…

(bemuses to window)
A Diophantine, optimization, to the salesman problem; a coding theorem!: (concedes to them)
More reason we had to learn in our finite cosmos;-- Without confidence gained, efficacy would dissipate in infinitely many diversions in frivolity.…

Then, Education is not so much leading-out, as, learning with the finite to manage the infinite outside.

Gwen smiles to Diana.

(to Harry)
Is there a super-hole engulfing us: that contains this local realm, and the one out there? Maybe that's why they don't comprehend it?

And, infinitely many super holes alike, outside ours,- and the space between them connected.… It'd take incredibly long time to find-out:- Unless a super-hole condenses rapidly, there'd be communications between adjacent super-realms:- Its own density makes this monster hole marvelous,- disrupting the natural aether crystallization. But at this further distance, I believe we are leaving it.: (hand to supercosmoliner)

In a larger, infinite context, Diana: Connectivity, not isolation, defines domain-realms: Like what'll happen when our Earth's Internet-web connects tens-of-millions of servers, instead of hundreds of thousands, Or I should say: What must have happened, when they, did.

You think it became more fluid,-- with untraceable sub-process relay mirror-caches,- and only digital signatures to prove their original consistency?- Like accounting without a stop for reconciliation?

(a beat to Harry)
Suppose there were an ultra-monster mass-hole, swallowing, zillions, of mass-holes:-- so large, it's never noticed on finite-time navigational databases ….

There would be infinitely many such ultra-monsters, in the infinite cosmos,-- and, arbitrarily larger.

Yes,- but understand my meaning: There would be two types of super, infinite, cosmos: the entire, and, the undiscoverably semi-closed:- like the ring-city at our galaxy center, easily escaped under power but aether-slipstream corridors might be restricted;- It'd seem to be merely an uncharted territory, under renovation, with nanoscopic attraction,- until inspected and surveyed: a shoreline of retentions but not-impassable: There might always be one last aether-thread leading-out, --however large that region may be: it's finite rotation relative to the one-truly-infinite.

A curious notion: You might have to go around it to get into it through that one last thread.: (chuckles)
Sort of a super-cosmic yo-yo!

Not unlike Brauer's Fixed-Thread conjecture in a 3-space continuous mapping:-- They need to solve the riddle of the monster hole, first.

Peter nods yes.

(reconsiders)
But supercosmosians would have thought of that!

But at maximum aether-slip speeds, they'd never know it all together,- unless they hypothesized it all first, and sent-out scouts in all directions, and waited for them all to return: to then conclude it all.

To know the touch of infinite comprehension, you must impose infinite expectancy.

So, A finite cover on the infinite, forever unfolds,- but can never be the only finite cover:-- There'd be infinitely many possible covers …: (chuckles)
And with infinitely many one-right-answers, -each unfolding,- there'd have to be a common finite language for communicating one-right-answers without introducing infinite flaws.

The purpose for the infinite one,- or three.

Harry eyes-wide.

(sobers)
So,-- We've made some progress,-- And, we have further to go.…

Daniel looks-up from his remote telescopic video--

You know, --to think of it:--: (erects)
Of the trillions of galaxies;--: (strolls to window)
Of the trillions of trillions of stars; Of the billions of trillions of trillions, of people, in our own entire cosmos … Just the five of us have ever climbed-out of our cosmic mass-hole gravity well …. Like five fingers sticking-out of a grave.…

(put-off)
Daniel,-- That's morbid.

(smiles)
But it's an apt pun on grave and gravity, Dan.

Do you suppose sometime, somewhere, someone, in our inner cosmos, will conjecture this outer cosmos exists and make an optical lens for viewing it from inside?

It'd be a concave lens, for cosmic gravity's naturally convex spheric lens: because photons spiral-in to a gravity-black hole.

(unto Harry)
Wouldn't the light from this outer cosmos wrap around itself as it falls into the inner cosmos?

(smiles)
Indeed-- a crypto, graphic, engine.

But it's well-known that light from point sources is instantaneously coherent: They could use crypto interferometry, to unwrap photons.: (considers)

(grins)
Cosmic Hanukkah Christmas presents.

(resumes)
But, What would they see?- Not this small planet …. One extraordinarily bright spot against a mottled sky otherwise no different than cosmic 3-degree background radiation … Might interest astronomers.

Outer-cosmic supernovae-events …: (rethinks)
Better still: With infinitely many black-holes in this outer, cosmos, performing as gravity-lenses, some of these stars might flicker over weeks,- just right for explaining unexplained fast-quasars, inside.

Then, We may someday have company again:-- There's space enough.

(grins)
Yeah!- And old debts never die.

(grins)
They just inflate away?

Diana looks surprised, musingly concerned for two, Harry's.

(00:00 - Angel/Ronan Hardiman)

SMALL TITLE:

PROFESSORS' SPRING FLING … (The requel)

INT. OBSERVATORY - WINDOW - SUNLESS DAY

Supercosmosian domed city below; Shuttles pass overhead to and from the distance …

FINAL CREDITS SCROLL . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

(--:-- music voice soars)

Supercosmoliner nearby lifts-up slowly …

Turning about …

And gliding up and away …

INT. SUPERCOSMOLINER LOW-DECK OBSERVATORY - CITY-PLANET

The city-planet recedes far below … amid a purple cosmos …

WINDOWS DIM … to see--

THE BRIGHTEST STARS …

The last credits and graphics.

FADE OUT

THE END.

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Mr. Raymond Kenneth Petry, Strategic Director
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Four research professors took the ultimate Spring Break
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