7 Professor Aizel 2

Everyone settled into their seats, casting curious glances around the room brimming with books, intrigued by Professor Aizel's life. Professor Aizel had a penchant for collecting old books, a hobby that seemed antiquated in the 26th century, where paper books had become obsolete. In this era, virtually everything was digitized. Within the virtual network lay an entirely new realm—a universe where people immersed themselves. Most individuals dedicated their time to this virtual world, where work, gaming, socializing, and every conceivable activity unfolded within the boundless expanse of imagination.

It's a world where information travels at the speed of light—a realm of unparalleled convenience, where individuals come together to exchange ideas and enjoy leisure activities.

You have the option to either implant or attach a delicate bio-mechanical device directly into your head for a seamless connection, or you can wear it as an accessory, such as on your wrist, and connect indirectly.

"So... Why has Lord Adril come to my house, taking out your valuable time? You could have just summoned me, and I would have been there, skipping all of the troubles," Professor Aizel inquired, casting a curious gaze at everyone.

"We were free and needed some fresh air, and thought we might as well pay you a visit. As you know, with the current ongoing wars, our situation is not so good," Adril explained.

"You are a genius, so... We thought you could help us and give us some new ideas. It's sad to say this, but we have run out of ideas and don't know what to do," Adril added, looking sincerely at Aizel.

"You praise me too much," Professor Aizel shook his head, explaining, "I'm just a scientist who doesn't know anything about warfare."

"We are not hoping for you to participate in the war," Adril clarified. "We just want to know if there is anything that can help us escape this predicament or tip the tide of this war."

Professor Aizel could discern what Adril was asking.

"We currently don't have any major breakthroughs in science. All of the new weapons in trial won't make much of a difference on the battlefield," Professor Aizel replied sadly.

As Professor Aizel's words sank in, everyone's moods plummeted.

"What was the thing you were working on so seriously that you didn't even notice people intruding your room?" Adril asked, shifting the topic.

"Oh! Sorry about that... I was working on time travel. As everyone knows, time travel is deemed impossible. Transferring physical or material objects to a different timeline is essentially unfeasible, as it would disrupt the fabric of time and space, reverting back to its original setting. So, I came up with this new theory," he explained eagerly.

He looked at everyone excitedly.

"Can you guess?"

All of them shook their heads. Obviously, they didn't have much knowledge about science.

"Alright, let me explain how time travel works," Aizel began. "You're familiar with Time Novis, the device that can display the past 24 hours, correct?" The group nodded.

"These are particle transmitters. Everything around us, including ourselves, is made up of particles carrying information. When particles interact, they exchange information. That's how we created a machine to show the past. We gather information from surrounding particles and project it through a hologram."

Pausing for a moment, Aizel continued, "Now, the tricky part. We can create a past scene using particles, but it's all information and holographic projections. Consider the virtual world as an example—it has no physical objects, only information and imagination. Scientists have been researching time travel for centuries, but no one has found a solution due to the laws of physics."

"Now, here's the interesting part," Aizel said with excitement. "What if we create a time portal and transmit information instead of physical objects?" He glanced around the room, gauging their reactions.

Brayden interrupted, "Why not just send someone through the portal?"

Aizel almost corrected Brayden's wording but held back. "We cannot send physical objects through a time portal. Imagine a book with multiple pages, each representing a different timeline. Time is like a depository storing information, similar to a library. To travel through time, you must choose the desired timeline, like flipping to a specific page."

Aizel picked up a book as an example. "Suppose we're on page 783 and want to travel to page 142. We somehow create a connection between the two pages."

"Now what?" someone asked.

"It's impossible to rip a piece of paper from one page and stick it on another. Time travel would require an external influence, like humans, to interfere and connect the pages. Even then, we wouldn't truly belong to that timeline—we'd just be attached to it, forever separate. Each page or time remains fixed, unable to be physically altered unless you could rewrite the entire book, which only a god could do."

Everyone shuddered, listening intently to Aizel's words. They realized the gravity of their situation if they couldn't master time travel.

"It's all about interaction and acceptance. Two separate timelines cannot interact directly. But what if we could create a time portal and transmit information?" Aizel smiled slyly.

"You don't need to physically insert a piece of paper into the past or another timeline. You can directly write information onto it," Aizel explained, watching their expressions.

Everyone was astonished, even Lord Adril. If Aizel's theory could be applied, they could potentially change the past.

"Time is a concept we create as we experience it. Are we creating a new timeline or simply living within it?" Aizel pondered.

Brayden questioned, "What are you talking about?"

Aizel chuckled and presented a riddle: "In 2002, I am the past me; in 2020, I am the present me; and in 2080, I am the future me. The present me in 2020 knows everything about the past me in 2002. However, the past me in 2002 knows nothing about the present me in 2020. The future me in 2080 knows everything about the present me in 2020 and the past me in 2002. But the present me in 2020 or the past me in 2002 knows nothing about the future me in 2080. The past lives as a memory for the present. The present lives as a memory for the future."

"Arrgh..."

"How did you come up with this weird stuff?" Brayden looked totally defeated.

Jayden and Colton chuckled; they now understood the concept of time.

"How do we send information to the past?" Adril posed the crucial query.

"I've come to understand that Earth maintains consistent waves and frequencies throughout time. With this in mind, I propose an idea: we could transmit particles carrying information through these waves and frequencies. By establishing a portal, calibrating our desired timeline, and broadcasting our frequency, masked to align with historical frequencies, we might achieve our goal. There's virtually no discernible difference between the two sets of frequencies."

Professor Aizel felt an exhilarating sense of anticipation.

"Considering our progress in manipulating particles and electrons," he began, "it's plausible to envision that within a few decades, teleporting a human being to different locations might become a reality. This idea, though challenging, is not entirely out of reach. We've recently developed groundbreaking wave technologies that can alter physical properties through waves, focusing on a soft material as a starting point. We're continuously refining this technology..."

Professor Aizel clarified his thoughts, observing the stunned expressions of his audience. Their jaws were agape, admiration for his intellect filling the room. Each person thought, 'This was the reason he was deemed one of the most brilliant minds alive.'

"Incredible..." someone murmured.

Brayden, brimming with enthusiasm, proposed, "If we can teleport, why not send bombs to enemy bases?" However, Aizel quickly dampened his excitement.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves with teleportation," Aizel warned, regarding Brayden with a slightly amused expression. "To achieve teleportation, you'll need two essential components: a sending platform and a receiving one. Simply beaming particles to a location won't magically materialize you there. A third-party device will always be necessary for teleportation to occur."

Nolan then inquired, "What about the portal? Can it truly work?"

Aizel sighed, reflecting on past endeavors. "My colleagues and I have been researching portals for quite some time. Theoretically, it's possible. We've conducted extensive research and practical experiments on a miniature model. However, we've encountered significant obstacles, such as cost and energy consumption. Regrettably, we had to halt and discontinue the project."

"If you had problems with the funding, why didn't you report it to the council?" Nolan asked in surprise.

"No, no, no… There wasn't any problem with the funding. It's just that it was not sustainable," Aizel replied cautiously.

"What do you mean by sustainable? You know how much we value science and technology," Nolan said, looking at Aizel doubtfully.

"Well…"

"It's not like that," Aizel said, feeling a little flustered as he observed Nolan's doubtful expression.

He cleared his throat and began explaining.

"When we were calculating the cost and the amount of energy needed to open a small portal, we were stunned by the figure we discovered."

"What's the amount? I could afford it. I will donate all of my savings for the good of humanity," Brayden said proudly.

Jayden facepalmed himself. 'How shameless can he get,' he thought.

"The cost of the materials is negligible compared to the amount of energy needed to open the portal for a short period of time, which is 1.2 x 10^44 J. That's equivalent to the lifetime energy output from the sun. And to fully open a portal for a reasonable amount of time, it would take no less than 7 suns," Professor Aizel said, looking dejected.

"That kind of cost would cripple and dampen the growth of our civilization," Aizel sighed, reclining back in his chair.

Everyone took a gulp. 'This is too hardcore,' they thought.

They might go insane if they stayed too long with Professor Aizel.

"Professor!"

"I hope you can lead a team of scientists on this project and provide us with practical plans," Adril said, looking intently at Professor Aizel.