05-05-2016, 12:19 PM
The narrow walkways in the park were free of the ice-melt salt they had used back in Chicago. This close to the Kremlin, it simply wouldn't do to have salt stains on your shoes or the cuffs of your pants. What they used instead, he didn't know- nor did he really care, for that matter. Clothes were what mattered. They projected the image of yourself you wanted the world to see. They were a tool, as useful as any words he might speak. It all depended on how they were used.
Absent the tell-tale crunch and pebbly feel under the soles of his feet, his walk was quiet. He was in a contemplative mood. The lights of the park cast some illumination along his path, but it didn't matter where he was going. He'd just needed to move.
The wind was calm but the cold still sliced at his ears and bare head. It didn't bother him. He appreciated the contrast with the warmth of the rest of him that was provided by his long heavy black wool coat. Opposite sensations born of the delicious merger between temperature extremes that produced a flow of energy. It was always that way. Only in the uniting of opposites could energy flow and be used. It was a law of the universe. Yin and yang.
So....back to the issue at hand. He was aware of the stainless steel ball in the pocket of his pants pressed against his leg. It only weighed a few ounces and yet, it was a ball pregnant with potential. Opposites would be the key. Now that he knew he could use a very specific and intricate thread of spirit to alter the matrix structure of the metal, causing it to draw on the Force itself to maintain its structure, he needed to go on to the next step. He wanted this metal to do something other than exist.
The idea that had occurred to him before, complex conjugates and their use in describing the flow of electricity, returned to him. Something was there, the key. Something about i. So far, the tau algebra had been incredibly useful, but lately he was increasingly running into problems. Exploding infinities kept popping up just as he got his equations closer. It was frustrating. He needed the tools of complex analysis to tame them. But to do that he needed a bridge, a way to convert his matrices. There had to be a way.
He sighed and slowed as he approached one of the trees near a bench. Men were coming down the walk. Marcus surreptitiously watched them, noticing the way they walked. Two of the men were deep in whispered conversation. The third man was alone seated on the bench. His clothing was relatively normal except for what appeared to be a large scarf around his neck.
Marcus waited for them to pass.[/i]
Edited by Marcus DuBois, May 5 2016, 03:17 PM.
Absent the tell-tale crunch and pebbly feel under the soles of his feet, his walk was quiet. He was in a contemplative mood. The lights of the park cast some illumination along his path, but it didn't matter where he was going. He'd just needed to move.
The wind was calm but the cold still sliced at his ears and bare head. It didn't bother him. He appreciated the contrast with the warmth of the rest of him that was provided by his long heavy black wool coat. Opposite sensations born of the delicious merger between temperature extremes that produced a flow of energy. It was always that way. Only in the uniting of opposites could energy flow and be used. It was a law of the universe. Yin and yang.
So....back to the issue at hand. He was aware of the stainless steel ball in the pocket of his pants pressed against his leg. It only weighed a few ounces and yet, it was a ball pregnant with potential. Opposites would be the key. Now that he knew he could use a very specific and intricate thread of spirit to alter the matrix structure of the metal, causing it to draw on the Force itself to maintain its structure, he needed to go on to the next step. He wanted this metal to do something other than exist.
The idea that had occurred to him before, complex conjugates and their use in describing the flow of electricity, returned to him. Something was there, the key. Something about i. So far, the tau algebra had been incredibly useful, but lately he was increasingly running into problems. Exploding infinities kept popping up just as he got his equations closer. It was frustrating. He needed the tools of complex analysis to tame them. But to do that he needed a bridge, a way to convert his matrices. There had to be a way.
He sighed and slowed as he approached one of the trees near a bench. Men were coming down the walk. Marcus surreptitiously watched them, noticing the way they walked. Two of the men were deep in whispered conversation. The third man was alone seated on the bench. His clothing was relatively normal except for what appeared to be a large scarf around his neck.
Marcus waited for them to pass.[/i]
Edited by Marcus DuBois, May 5 2016, 03:17 PM.