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other sections, and a multibranching path of threads and cross-threads wove
throughout the text.
These were the ramblings of someone s internal dialogue, and Jack felt a
slight sense of unease as he delved further. He was starting to become
impressed with the depth and breadth of the man s thought processes. Still,
there was nothing that provided the link he sought. He spent two hours,
stopped, and wandered into the kitchen to make a coffee, then wandered back to
dive in again. It had to be somewhere here. Why else would he have the stuff?
The clue hadn t been the handipad itself; it had to be its contents. It could
have been either, with Jack s ability to sense things from physical objects,
but he should have seen, should have known. When he hadn t gotten any
impressions from the handipad in the first place, then he should have known.
Finally he came upon a thread that seemed as if it might bear fruit. It made
mention of the Greeks back on old Earth. Stuff about four elements: air,
water, fire, and earth. In the beginning everything was made up of four
elements, but with the application of analysis and thought, these could be
broken down into smaller particles and components held together by particular
energies. The energies were what bound existence together. Jack frowned. Four
elements. Again the dream words that Ronschke had spoken floated through his
head. Cloud, water, air, earth they could almost be the same thing. Just
everything mixed up together. He returned to the text. Energies. There were
different forms of energy as well. History had identified a number, and then
gone further in its classification, breaking them down into different types,
and seeking others. Various theories about the nature of these energies
abounded, but they also stated that knowing how to manipulate those energies
gave you power over the types of matter they controlled. Scientific theory up
to a point had been incapable of explaining satisfactorily the interaction of
the various forms of matter, until the emergence of a new theory that reduced
all matter and energy into a series of tiny strings vibrating or resonating
within a ten-dimensional universe.
Jack sat back on the couch and slowly read the passage again. Okay, matter,
energy, he understood, but vibrating strings of energy in ten dimensions? Ten
dimensions. It was that which had stopped him. There was something else that
worked in ten dimensions, depending how you looked at it: the tree of life. It
was the kabala with its ten nodes, each point resonating a power across a
different plane. Planes, dimensions, the terms were interchangeable in certain
circumstances. No, but it couldn t be. The link was tenuous at best. Or at
least he thought so, until he came across the next section of scrawled notes.
There was something hasty about the way they d been written. He scanned them
carefully.
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Ten-dimensional geometry allows the wormhole to be!!
Jack stared at the sentence, the two exclamation marks. The wormhole what was
that? This was some sort of revelation to Van der Stegen, important enough for
the emphasis, important enough to express excitement in the eagerness with
which he d written it. Wormholes.
Suddenly he had an urgent need to find out what progressAlice had made at the
library. Now he had something else to add to the mix. He called up a
communication link and called the library.Alice  s face swam into view.
 Oh, Jack. Hello. Calling to check up on me? I was beginning to despair of
your ever calling back. I ve put some things together for you. I don t know
how much help they ll be.
 Thanks, he said.  Sorry about the delay. Something sort of came up.
Actually,Alice , I ve got something else to add to the mix. Do you feel like
doing me another favor?
 Tell me.
 Okay, I ve got a theory working here, but I need confirmation. Do you know
anything about wormholes? About ten-dimensional geometry? I want to see how
that links to the kabala stuff and the alchemy references.
 Wow, she said.  This is getting better all the time. No, nothing off the
top of my head, but I can certainly put something together for you.
 Could you do that? And then can I come and see you? It might take a couple
of hours to get up to the library. Will that give you enough time?
 Sure. Come on up. I ll see what I can put together in the meantime. I look
forward to seeing you, Jack. She gave a brief smile.
Jack felt himself smiling back.  Yeah, me too, he said.
 Jack, come on in. I ve put together some things for you. Stuff that I think
will explain it most easily. Come on over here.
He joinedAlice over by her screens, trying to keep his attention away from
the annoyingly distracting ranks of data cubes quietly humming around them.
There was a fresh floral scent near the bank of screens. It wasAlice . She was
wearing something. He was sure she hadn t been wearing any scent last time.
 First, saidAlice . He dragged his attention back to what she was saying.
 Wormholes are sort of like gateways in space, in the real universe. A lot of
theories say that they require ten dimensions to be able to operate,
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