The Perfect Balance

By Zebuline Carter

sfgenre“We've finally hit the luckpot!” said Joe, senior research engineer at UniSync

“And that is?” I asked, between chews of my salad sandwich. I sometimes crossed the lot at lunchtime for a break from my own work in human factors. Although I was senior on the staff roster, Joe's office was quieter than my own, and larger. And his gadgets seemed far more interesting than my relentless number crunching and screen projections of social indices.

Joe's eyes twinkled. “Benjamin, I think you of all people should appreciate this: a universe which scores extremely high on all meaningful cultural indices.” 

He was right; my friend had my full attention.

If he had found the holy grail of UniSync's prime research directive...well, this wasn't a trifling matter of Christmas bonuses — this could mean the survival of the human race. “I'm all ears.”

Joe smiled, leaned back in his easy chair. “You know about our probing of the alternalities, and why we do it: in the digital age we find ourselves in, we're drowning in trivial data, and starving for meaningful information. We must find better ways of doing things, and I mean socially, creatively, humanly, not just technically, and not just regurgitating what has been done again and again. We don't need more Kardashians or cooking shows. And while the technical side is important — after all, without that, we wouldn't have the means of scanning the alternalities — we need to upgrade our collective social and creative software.”

“What it is to be truly human.”

“Exactly. And to do that, we needed to go —”

“Outside the square, and the 'verse,” I said. Nothing new here — as our patron saint Buckminster Fuller had said, 'You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete'. That's why the Alternalities Program was bigger than the original Manhattan Project — to survive, the human race desperately needed new ideas. 

Back to Joe, “This sounds great, but how?” Aware of the irony, I'd always considered myself, a social engineer, working in the cottonwool-spaces between individual thought and mass culture, to be more pragmatic than hardware Joe the eternal dreamer. This time I was wrong. 

“The multiverser is no longer just a passive, random view screen — now, it's a full-fledged guided portal, albeit, still A4 paper-sized due to a number of factors, the most significant of which is the squared relationship between power consumption and interstitial stability. Then, there is also —”

Time to head him off. My domain of physics was fluid socio-personal dynamics, not hard-edged mechanical. “Yeah, but Joe, out of the infinite number of universes —”

“Not infinite,” Joe corrected. Wagging a finger, “As I've told you before, the number of alternate universes is constrained by the number of quantum potentials of each particle in this universe, or our primary, as we like to refer to it. So, although the number is indeed mind-boggling, it is definitely not infinite. And that number never changes: all that ever has been, is and will be, just as stated in the ancient Indian texts.”

I let him have his moment. Appearing contrite, head hanging, I said, “My bad. But still, how did you manage to find such a good candidate so quickly? The odds—”

“Odds are meaningless, Benjamin! Statistics are just an attempt to describe what are merely surface phenomena in our 'verse. Nothing more. I know that in your field you love to corral your data within five percent error margins, with events that fall outside of that being attributed to chance and so on, but it's all baloney. Every possible outcome already exists. Period. And the observer effect determines which one is manifest. There is no chance, or luck or fairy intervention. End. Of. Story.” 

A silence settled over the laboratory. I fiddled absently with the remainder of my sandwich.

Softly, he said, “Benjamin, what is the one thing I have stressed to you, from the very first time you came here?”

“Intent drives the universe.”

“Yes. What you see around us, everything —” he waved with his arms, and I could not help but think how he resembled an excited chimpanzee, “— is physically manifested out of the multiverse of potentials by intent. What you see is what you think.” His eyes took on a gleam. “We are gods!”

I cleared my throat; Joe chuckled, slightly abashed at his outburst.

Then, the pieces clicked together. 

“You found an — or the — ideal 'verse by virtue of your intent?” I ventured.

“Exactly. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't even trying, consciously that is. I was sitting here, after hours, as I often do, dialling in addresses at random. Lots of fleeting images, even though I started from a known referent point. To assess culture, we usually look for a library, and then try as many permutations as possible spreading out from that address. Then I saw it. A dvd case.”

“Hang on,” I interrupted. “What point is there, really, in looking for dvd cases? I mean yes, you might see a title that looks intriguing, but what else can you possibly make of it?”

Joe smiled, embarrassed — but for me, as I soon realised. “Benjamin, our research has progressed a little further than I've been letting on. In fact I'm only telling you now because of this particular 'verse that I found: it truly is the holy grail. And of all those involved in the Alternalities Program, I think you will understand better than most. Or all.” Without the slightest trace of malice or hard-edged criticism, he continued, “I did give you a clue earlier; if you're going to join the inner circle, you must try to focus better...” He trailed off.  

'Inner circle'? UniSync was heavily compartmentalised, of course, for security. But was there also an alternate command structure? My head swam. “Okay, but what is this breakthrough?” Then it hit me. Between the eyes with the force of a brick. A short time ago he had said 'portal'. Eyes wide, cheeks red with embarrassment, I blurted, “You've found a way to pass materials between the 'verses!”

Smugly, “Yes, Benjamin. In point of fact we have. In this case, a portal is indeed a door, a physical passage between alternate spaces.”

“How does it work?”

Joe smiled. “Would you like the technical details, or the layman's hands on version?”

“Nice and simple, thank you.”

“Once you fine tune into a particular alternality, you can move the portal within it in three dimensions with a joystick, even reach through it with your hand if you want to, although we use a waldo, just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“Well, if there was a malfunction, and the interface closed while you arm was stuck through it...”

“Oh...I understand now. But what would someone from the other side see?”

“Basically, unless they were looking directly into the interface at ninety degrees, that is, the mouth of the portal, they wouldn't see anything at all. But, from the sides, they could see the waldo extending through it, or an object from their side gradually disappearing if we were doing a retrieval.”

“You make it sound like a video game.”

Joe shrugged. “Why not.” Then, slyly, “Would you like to see what we have found?” Without waiting for an answer, “I think it's time you visited the vault.”

Joe tapped at his primary keyboard, whistled a brief tune. He then stood up from his chair and stepped back to where I sat, just two metres away. From somewhere beneath us a deep hum started, and the section of floor underneath Joe's workstation and chair rolled back like a theatre stage piece. A second floor level beneath dropped away in segments to form a metal staircase.    

He must have read my mind:

“A bit theatrical?” Joe asked. “Well, the whole point of the project is to stimulate our imaginations! Follow me.”

And down we went, down, down, into a space that must have been twenty metres on a side, softly lit in neon-blue. There were storage cabinets galore and in the centre of the space what appeared to be the super-size-me, tick-every-option box version of the multiverser. 

Joe glanced sidewise at me. “Yes, the model you see upstairs is the simpler, original unit. This unit in front of you has all the upgrades and capabilities I just spoke of. But what I want to show you is in here.” 

With a thumbprint and a retina scan — and god knows what else that I couldn't see — Joe opened a heavy steel door on the nearest storage unit, and it rolled back smoothly and silently, revealing racks upon racks of dvd cases. “These are the original retrievals from the grail 'verse,” he explained. “From these, we make perfect copies as required.” He reached in, hesitated a moment, and then handed me a case.

I looked at the case: 'Enterprise: Season Five'.

“Now do you understand?” Joe asked. “In the grail 'verse, Enterprise got its full quota of seven seasons, as did Firefly.”

My mind spun; my jaw hit the ground. 

Joe continued. “In this 'verse, all the good shows, the ones that sparked a sense of wonder and awe, continued as they were meant to.” He smiled paternally. “I had the same initial reaction that you have now.” 

I cocked my head. “What about Space 1999?”

Joe laughed. “Stopped at season one. But the original UFO got a round three seasons —” he winked “— with Gabriel Drake in all of them.”

Happy memories, of pretty girls in purple wigs wearing figure-fitting moon uniforms. The future was a great place to be... My brow furrowed: “But what about the big screen?”

“I told you: this is the grail universe.”

I persisted. “John Carter?”

Joe smiled smugly. “Last year they released the third in the series.”

I pointed to the multiverser. “I'm guessing that you carry out these retrieval missions after library trading hours?”

“Of course!” said Joe. “No need to frighten anyone, and although a part of me wouldn’t mind being dragged into that universe, I’d rather not get sprung for stealing from their local library.

“Besides, even if you could fit through the portal, you wouldn't want to get stuck there — or anywhere outside of this 'verse — for too long. Ultimately, you have to have balance: anything that is taken out of an alternate 'verse — or left behind — must be matched with a corresponding physical deposit or withdrawal, almost gram for gram, and be similar in dimensions and structure; otherwise, instabilities inevitably set in.” His face became dead serious. “That is one law that we do not want to break.” 

I waved at the shelves of retrieved dvds. “So, what did you give them in return?”

Joe chuckled. “All the shit — CSI, NSI, you know, the sick, wacko crap that we drown in here…I simply take it from one of our libraries, after-hours, using the same multiverser, and send it over to the grail 'verse straight away. In their place, we give our libraries exact copies of the good stuff. I know from experience that when items not registered in a library catalogue are brought to the attention of the staff, they just tell the customers to take it and keep it. They assume that it has either been already removed from catalogue, or it's private property mistakenly returned and shelved.”  

I shook my head. “It seems a bit mean, though, doing that to the other universe, the parallel place…”

Joe disagreed. “Even Spock would agree: this is one situation where the needs of the few outweigh the needs of the many.”

I persisted. “But what if that shit you send over contaminates their minds?” I pointed again at the treasure trove of science fiction media. “They scored so high on the cultural indices, but it’d be bye bye to any more good stuff.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Joe insisted. “We have a sense of humour, yes, but there's no way we'd be that cruel, or silly — we would never poison the golden goose…it might have to be gram for gram, and of similar shape and density, but it doesn’t have to go to the same place, so I have another location in that 'verse set on speed dial —”

It suddenly dawned on me. “— You sent it to landfill!”

“Yep, the only place it belongs, in any universe.” 

Joe continued: “You have a lot of work ahead of you, Benjamin, examining all this material, checking for likely cultural significance and impact points.”

I still had a nagging question. “Why not just copy the original media and then send them back?”

“Firstly,” Joe explained patiently, “there is that question of balance — we only have a small window of opportunity to act in before we create unstable baseline phenomena in the two verses. Secondly, and just as importantly, I think even if we did have a sufficient temporal window available to us, it would defeat the purpose — the ideas have to be released into our 'verse, and with the same sense of wonder — and yes, mystery — that produced them. Sure, people like yourself will comb them for insights, but we need to re-ignite the imagination of our whole civilisation. Kick-start it all over again. It will take a long while, but it will be worth it. I see no other chance of success for us. Imagine what it is like when a sci-fi buff like yourself finds one of these mysterious golden nuggets in their own community library?” 

My own field of research told me that he was right, as did my own reactions today. I had only one more question. “Where do I start?”

Joe's eyes twinkled again. “Well, it seems that this particular 'verse, the grail 'verse, is basically the same as ours until a pivot point — a major cultural crux -- that occurred in the late 1960s. So I would suggest that you start right back at that fork in the road where we should have gone left instead of right.” He selected a dvd case from the shelves. 

I could hardly believe it: “Season four of the original Trek?” I cried, with a mixture of awe and reverence. Somewhere, and not too far away after all, Kirk and his crew had completed their original five year mission. I wiped a tear from my eye. 

While I stared at the dvd case, Joe continued, his voice far away:

“It’s not just DVDs you know, it’s books, too…in this universe, Asimov lived to ninety. Just for starters, there are three more Foundation books to read.” 

It was too much. I began to weep with both joy and relief: even if our own universe did not survive the onslaught of the Kardashians and cooking shows and such trivial like, at least one other had. 

There already was a perfect balance.

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About the Author

Zebuline Carter

Zeb writes:

Last week, on a whim I submitted some of my own musings to ‘Nuke’, and when I checked back today — my time in my ‘verse, which is plus six years comparative to you — I saw that he had published some of them! I wasn’t even sure the contrived email and attachment would get through, let alone end up published on your internet of things. (BTW — We have nothing quite like your ‘net, but we’ve gone far further into the solar system than you have. Figure that!) Now that I know a connection is possible, I thought I’d tell you a little more about myself and where I’m from. So, from the beginning…

Hi. My name is Zebuline Carter — that’s Zeb for my friends or Zeb-you-leen if you want to get formal — and I’m a forty-two year old former astronaut now working as an administrator at Farside, on Luna. Farside is a research base, where innerscopes are just starting to peel back layers of our sheath of the local multiverse. Because our work is so sensitive to em influences, Farside is situated within a one hundred klom diameter exclusion zone.

In my late teens I earned a double major in aerospace and business but passed over grad school for civilian astronaut training. As a kid I collected coupons from cereal boxes until I had enough for my first telescope, and built scale models of all the commercial shuttles and orbiters. Growing up, I’d always felt slightly out of place, like I was meant to to be somewhere else and part of me already was — until, that is, I had my first trip into low orbit aboard a high-riding intercont-cruiser, or ICC. That was a high-school graduation present from my Uncle Jim, and during the fifteen minutes of freefall I found that other part of myself, grabbed it tight, and never let go since.

Did I also mention I’m 180 cents tall with bobbed chestnut hair? Or that because of heart damage from a bad landing, I’m also marooned in low gravity? But heh, there are now six bases around Luna, supporting a permanent population of around twelve thousand Lunans, and a transient population of several thousand tourists and stopovers returning form the outer system, so it never gets boring and I don’t get lonely. And living in low G means I won’t age or sag as fast, either.

Until next time —

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russell kightley 200Russell Kightley has been a scientific illustrator for nearly forty years and a writer for the last five. His stories generally involve time travel and the nature of consciousness. After leaving school, he spent two years studying dentistry before moving into art. English, but now officially antipodean, he lives in Canberra with his Italian wife, who’s an astrophysicist, and his two daughters.

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malina douglas 200Malina Douglas enjoys spinning stories to thrill and delight.

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He lives in country Far North Queensland, has won awards for songwriting, and has had various other writing achievements, the most recent being an honourable mention in the 2018 international Literary Taxidermy Short Story Competition.

He also has bachelor degrees in science and teaching, and has completed a couple of as-yet unpublished SF novels. He’d dearly love to spend more time writing, but will have to continue juggling for another couple of years until the kids have fully left the nest.

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mark towse 200Mark has only been writing short stories for a few months now, but his passion and enthusiasm are unparalleled, and this has recently resulted in paid pieces in many prestigious magazines including Books N' Pieces, Artpost Magazine, Flash Fiction Magazine, Page & Spine, Montreal Writes, Antipodean SF, The No Sleep Podcast and seven anthologies.

Mark resides in Melbourne, Australia with his wife and two children.

Tweet him at: <https://twitter.com/MarkTowsey12>.

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lauriebell 2 200Laurie Bell lives in Melbourne, Australia. She was that girl you found with her nose always buried in a book. She has been writing ever since she was a little girl and first picked up a pen. From books to short stories, radio plays to snippets of ideas and reading them aloud to anyone who will listen.

She is the author of The Butterfly Stone (YA/ Fantasy — available now) and White Fire (Sci Fi — available now)

You can read more of her work on her blog Look for her on Facebook <www.facebook.com/WriterLaurieBell/> or Twitter: <@LaurienotLori>

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Zeb writes:

Last week, on a whim I submitted some of my own musings to ‘Nuke’, and when I checked back today — my time in my ‘verse, which is plus six years comparative to you — I saw that he had published some of them! I wasn’t even sure the contrived email and attachment would get through, let alone end up published on your internet of things. (BTW — We have nothing quite like your ‘net, but we’ve gone far further into the solar system than you have. Figure that!) Now that I know a connection is possible, I thought I’d tell you a little more about myself and where I’m from. So, from the beginning…

Hi. My name is Zebuline Carter — that’s Zeb for my friends or Zeb-you-leen if you want to get formal — and I’m a forty-two year old former astronaut now working as an administrator at Farside, on Luna. Farside is a research base, where innerscopes are just starting to peel back layers of our sheath of the local multiverse. Because our work is so sensitive to em influences, Farside is situated within a one hundred klom diameter exclusion zone.

In my late teens I earned a double major in aerospace and business but passed over grad school for civilian astronaut training. As a kid I collected coupons from cereal boxes until I had enough for my first telescope, and built scale models of all the commercial shuttles and orbiters. Growing up, I’d always felt slightly out of place, like I was meant to to be somewhere else and part of me already was — until, that is, I had my first trip into low orbit aboard a high-riding intercont-cruiser, or ICC. That was a high-school graduation present from my Uncle Jim, and during the fifteen minutes of freefall I found that other part of myself, grabbed it tight, and never let go since.

Did I also mention I’m 180 cents tall with bobbed chestnut hair? Or that because of heart damage from a bad landing, I’m also marooned in low gravity? But heh, there are now six bases around Luna, supporting a permanent population of around twelve thousand Lunans, and a transient population of several thousand tourists and stopovers returning form the outer system, so it never gets boring and I don’t get lonely. And living in low G means I won’t age or sag as fast, either.

Until next time —

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Shane is an ageing scientist, cricket fanatic and long term indie writer. He lives in Australia at the foot of the Blue Mountains with one phone obsessed teenager. He has completed many short works, several novella's and one novel. Shane also now publishes via his own independent publishing label —Poupichou Press via Smashwords.

His other works can be found here;

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Kevin J. PhylandRetired after 33 years of teaching, Kevin now indulges his passions full-time: weather, reading and writing. His fiction usually embraces darker themes or the new weird, but lately he has gone back to more traditional old school SFF. He has set himself the task of reading every Stephen King novel, in order, and all of the recommended SF reading lists of Locus magazine for the last 35 years <http://www.sfadb.com/Locus_Awards_1983>. His eyes hurt.

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AntipodeanSF August 2019

ISSUE 251

Speculative Fiction
Downside-Up
ISSN 1442-0686

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lauriebell 2 200Laurie Bell lives in Melbourne, Australia. She was that girl you found with her nose always buried in a book. She has been writing ever since she was a little girl and first picked up a pen. From books to short stories, radio plays to snippets of ideas and reading them aloud to anyone who will listen.

She is the author of The Butterfly Stone (YA/ Fantasy — available now) and White Fire (Sci Fi — available now)

You can read more of her work on her blog Look for her on Facebook <www.facebook.com/WriterLaurieBell/> or Twitter: <@LaurienotLori>

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pixie willo 100Pixie is a voice actor, cabaret performer & slam poet From the Blue Mountains in NSW.

She enjoys writing short fiction, plays for radio and stage as well as her own brand of weird poetry.

She hosts the 'Off-Beet Poetry Slam' held bi-monthly in Katoomba,

And is a theatre reviewer for 2SER FM in Sydney.

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david whitaker 200David Whitaker is originally from the UK though has travelled around a bit and now resides in India. He has a degree in Journalism, however decided that as he’s always preferred making things up it should ultimately become a resource rather than a profession.

His stories, covering everything from sci-fi to philosophy, have been published across the globe and links to each can be found at <wordsbydavid.com>

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Carolyn's work spans devising, performance, theatre-in-education and a collaborative visual art practice.

She tours children's works to schools nationally with School Performance Tours, is a member of the Bathurst physical theatre ensemble Lingua Franca and one half of darkroom — a visual arts practice with videographer Sean O'Keeffe.

(Photo by Jeremy Belinfante) 

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garry dean narratorGarry Dean lives on the Mid Coast of New South Wales Australia, and has been a fan of SF for most of his natural life. Being vision impaired, he makes good use of voice recognition and text to speech in order to write. Many of his stories have appeared in AntipodeanSF over the years, and his love of all things audio led him to join the narration team in 2017.

You can read examples of Garry's fiction on his website <https://garrydean.wordpress.com>

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mark english 100Mark is an astrophysicist and space scientist who worked on the Cassini/Huygens mission to Saturn. Following this he worked in computer consultancy, engineering, and high energy research (with a stint at the JET Fusion Torus).

All this science hasn't damped his love of fantasy and science fiction. It has, however, ruined his enjoyment of rainbows, colourful flames on romantic log fires, and rings around the moon. He has previously been published in Stupefying Stories Showcase, Everyday Fiction, Escape Pod, Perihelion and also on AntipodeanSF where he is part of the narration team.

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timonthy gwyn 100Timothy Gwyn is a professional pilot in Canada, where he flies to remote communities. During a lull in his flying career, he was a radio announcer for three years, and he is also an author.

In addition to short stories at AntipodeanSF and NewMyths.com, his SF novel is available internationally in print and ebook formats. "Avians" draws on his love of alternative aviation to tell the tale of a girl who runs away from home to join a cadre of glider pilots on a world without metal or fossil fuels.

On Twitter, he is @timothygwyn, and his blogs are at <timothygwyn.com>.

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marg essex 200Margaret lives the good life on a small piece of rural New South Wales Australia, with an amazing man, a couple of pets, and several rambunctious wombats.

She feels so lucky to be a part of the AntiSF team.

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