Opening the box while tentatively holding their breath still couldn’t have prepared them for the sight that met their eyes. Inside, Sandra saw huddled in a corner the result of their experiment.

Months of painstaking searching, extracting and combining of the rarest elements had finally come to an end.

John looked up at Sandra briefly, eyes wide with awe, smiled and looked back into the box at the creature they would now have to name and classify and present to the Scientific Council in the following months.

Not only had they proven that a paradox can have a physical representation in the real world but they had created one.

Sandra wrote something indecipherable in her notebook and triggered the mechanism that closed the box once more so they could write their observations.

Gareth who until now had been sitting on the other side of the room sauntered over. “So what did you see?” he asked. They both looked at him scornfully. “Aww, come on I was joking” he said with a big cheeky grin on his face.“ I’ll have my turn soon enough, in the meantime I’ll make a drink.”

“Ooh I’d love a coffee Gareth. How about you John?”

John muttered his agreement as he typed his journal entry of the experiment.

On the table a slight whirring sound could be heard coming from the containment box.

Perhaps the initial nourishment was being delivered or some other necessary task being carried out by the fully automated box.

It was due to reopen for a second “external observation” at a random time within 24 hours from the first opening.

Gareth would be paged 4 hours before this time to ensure he is present for the observation.

The next opening would be in front of the Science council and would again be at a predetermined yet random time approximately 3 weeks from first opening.

The electronics in the box would  have already notified the council members of the date to convene in the laboratory. The team would only be notified much closer to the date to avoid tampering with the experiment in some unexpected manner.

All was quiet in the lab when Gareth arrived. Not even a sound from the box which was due to open  sometime within the next thirty seven minutes. He was anxious to see how the experiment was doing but of course had to remain objective for the observation. Making himself a coffee at the table opposite and keeping an eye on the notification light he pondered the implications of the experiment.

Finally after what seemed like hours the notification light turned red and the box mechanism came to life. Gareth walked over to the box and looked down through the observation hole a look of bemusement forming on his face. The other two had looked happy that everything was going well. Had they been playing a trick on him? He wondered briefly. No of course not came his immediate reply to himself. The box closed. He wrote his observation and went home to bed.

In the remaining weeks all three had written up their notes based on their observation and the measurements provided by the multitude of instruments connected to the box and now the day of truth. The council arrived and positioned themselves ready for the event. This time the box would fold down all four sides so that the experiment could be viewed from all sides.

A screen on the wall was set to show what each team member had seen on their initial viewing at the moment the box opened.The light on the box turned red and the sides dropped down.

The entity in the box looked out into the lab and with a tut of dismay wrote on his notepad INCONCLUSIVE!

Looking around the room it noticed the screen with the words Schrodinger’s Cat, Dragon, Nothing.

Saint Whoseday?

It’s that time of year when everyone goes mad for something Red, Rose or Heart-shaped with loving words or poetry etched, inscribed, frosted or penned on it.

Yes it’s Saint Valentine’s day of course. But, and this is the biggie, what is it? why is it? Here’s the part where your expecting me to give you a little history lesson. Sadly not the case. I have to profess that I am as ignorant as most when it comes to these things. An interesting fact however, is that in 1969 his name was removed from the General Roman Calendar by the Catholic Church because so little is known about him.

Today is a special day for me because it marks my nine year anniversary of arriving here in Zaragoza, tired, bewildered and totally oblivious to what day it was. It was actually a Thursday and sometime around 3 p.m.

It also marks a potential turning point in that it’s a return to writing again after a long spell of, well let’s just leave it at that. Hopefully I’ll complete my short story which I’ll then revise and tidy up. You can find it at

All that remains to say is happy Valentine’s day however you celebrate it.

Time Crystals?

Yes that’s right, Time Crystals!

Some bright spark theorized them in 2012. A man named Frank Wilczek (Nobel laureate at MIT) for the curious amongst you. A quick Google search will give more information than I or any other mortal can understand.

Now two independent teams of scientists have created them in the laboratory.

I don’t pretend to understand the mechanics of it but essentially they are a new form of matter that could theoretically withstand the blast of heat from the ending of the universe, A reverse Big Bang if you like. So potentially if you could surround yourself with said time crystal you could survive the end of the universe. How cool is that?

Hmmm… well perhaps not very. Did you pack any reading material? Lunch? Spare pants or a few million bottles of wine to help you while away the Very empty hours?

Doesn’t sound quite so cool now does it? However, let’s imagine that they protected you for long enough that you saw the recreation of a new universe. Now that would be something, right?

Of course this is all conjecture but how do you envisage the new universe?

What’s Up? And other unanswered questions.

All messages now redirected to…

Psyops Division 8 for assessment and response assignment (Please note that due to the complexities of language processing and certain “ahem” inconsistencies in the human psyche certain frivolous messages may receive a higher priority than those of higher importance, requests for help,information,more details etc…..Many apologies for this.)

If you have not received a response to your message you may like to consider the following points.

1.Did you press send?

2.Did you use a language appropriate for the recipients?

3.Did you pay your phone bill?

4.Were you Inebriated when you wrote the message (commonly people do not answer obscene drunken texts at 4 a.m.)

5.Is there any disruption to Telecommunications Services? Electrical storms, Alien invasion, Festivals, Elections (Local and National.) Also see point 3. above.

In the event that all of the above have been verified as not to be the cause of non-receipt please check the reference book for acceptable time limits (Booklet 666X page 94 paragraph 42 subsection Zeta). Additionally reading the books entitled “What is time and how does it correspond to the human condition?” , “Who needs time” and the bestseller “ What time is it anyway?”

will help with some of the terminology used when talking about time and its subsequent measurement. It should also be mentioned that “My cat and how it escaped an uncertain death” is the definitive guide on unraveling time terminology but is considered too heavy to carry and therefore best only for library studies.

After carefully checking that you definitely should have received some kind of response by this time (whenever that may be) then the following should also be considered.

Are you….

a. Alive?(See additional leaflets “Death and what it means to me” and “Definitions of life” By A.Corn.

b. In the correct relative solar system or paranormal domain to send and receive messages?

c. In a cognitive enough state of mind to recognise you haven’t received one?

Please note.

There may be other reasons why you have not received a response, however, we are unable to give information on this unless you have procured and completed Request Form 9delta C18 X 4 Blue.

Which must be stamped in triplicate by the ruling deity for your place of origin.

Failing this a note from your birth mother may be accepted on account that she is younger than you at the time of signing.


Completed request forms to be received no later than 3 Earth lunar cycles before the non reciept of your response is expected.

Future Now

Writing this on my tablet just because I can has brought it home to me just how far we have come in my lifetime. Way back when I was a bright eyed little boy jumping with glee at the thought of what Christmas would bring. Even with my overactive imagination, I could never have imagined the things which seem commonplace to the children of today. Technology has without a doubt shrunk the world into a tiny bubble where we can speak to someone thousands of miles away, we can see their faces as we do so. We can write an electronic message that to all intents and purpose is an instant letter, we can even do it in a language we don’t speak, notwithstanding certain errors we can be understood all over the world. Many people these days spend their time talking this way perhaps to people who they will see in just a few hours or less. We are ‘connected’. In reality though what does it mean? We speak, we pass on information, we send our opinion out into the ‘wild’ as it were, but does anyone notice?

I’m sure anyone reading this will recognise the theme as it’s voiced by many people much of the time and many of us say it’s “progress”, but is it really?

Surely progress is when everyone lives peacefully together, where no one is forced to beg or steal to live, where we work to help each other and not to make a fast buck. Yes it’s idealistic. Is it possible? Why don’t our governments work towards this ideal?

The point of what of I’ve written?

To point out the obvious and say Happy New Year!

I’ve got your back who’s got mine.

Worried about current events? Are you thinking what will happen next?

The whole world and their dogs (cats too) are talking about it, dreaming about it and writing about it, I thought I would too. I’m worried about what I have seen during the last few days in the way of posts on social media criticising other people’s support for one side or the other, not too many of the latter. Granted it is everyone’s right to have an opinion but let us remember that it is just as valid as anyone else’s opinion. So what’s your problem you ask.

My problem is this, given that a certain social media site only gave the option of changing your profile picture to include a flag in support of one country the people that did so were heavily criticised for doing so. It is their choice!! If you would like to support one of the other countries that had similar troubles you are free to do so. Yes it involves a bit of work….Look on the net for a suitable picture, save it to your computer, load up your favourite photo editor and hey presto you have a new profile photo to show your support. Not one person I know took the trouble to do that! I’ve not seen a single one. I’m not having a go but just pointing out my cause for concern.

If/when the proverbial hits the fan, I’m hoping that will never happen, there will be no question about whose side I’m on. You will not have to ask. It will be unquestionable about where my loyalty is, either I will be with you fighting with and for you or I will be completely against you. And here lies my dilemma, who will be behind me?

The fact that I ask that question demonstrates one thing, The battle against terrorism is lost, they have succeded! Divide and conquer, the first part has been acheived from where I’m sitting.

Murdering the Future

The air parted with a whooshing popping noise just like when people used to fly in airplanes, but this was without the head-throbbing earsplitting pain normally accompanied by that mode of transport, and to his complete unsurprise Anthony found himself standing in a monochrome cobblestone alley on a dreary night somewhere in London 1888. Amazed by how shiny the streets were, it’s only rain he mumbled to no one in particular looking at his watch just as a raindrop fell onto the glass making the numbers warp in a strange manner that temporarily entranced him.

The streets were mercifully empty and he stepped out of the alley onto what must have been a main street. I wish they would clue me up on where and when I’m going, a map might be useful. He understood well the reasons for minimal information and even less baggage when you travel anywhere especially in this manner.

The mission was simple, go back in time and demotivate Jack the Ripper , not prevent him from killing or actually physically stopping him as that would cause a problem with the whole time paradox and all that business that Anthony never really quite got the grasp of but he was always careful not to upset the gentle balance. Looking again at his watch and then up to the streetsign above him he realized that he was well within the time frame and close to where he should be.

All around was silence……..silence and fog, every now and again he heard a noise in the distance, unrecognizable by the filtering effect of the fog, the distance and perhaps even the fact that in his own time these sounds probably didn’t exist. Behind him a strange hollow knocking sound became apparent, several minutes passed as he listened to it get closer. Knock..knock Knock…knock it continued and then he realized it was a horse and carriage. Looking back into the fog he recognized the outline and was somewhat taken aback. Perhaps it was empty or the occupant had no particular hurry to get wherever they were going, the horse happy to oblige as it trudged slowly through the night until finally some 100yards ahead the carriage stopped and a figure emerged into the night, bade the carriage driver goodnight and turned down the alley where Anthony was fated also to follow. Slowing his pace so as not to appear he was following the dark figure in front of him, he looked at his watch, difficult to see in the shadowy side street so he stopped and lifted his arm to see better. Five minutes before he was due to be at the end of this grimly dark orifice into the unknown and the start of his mission.

Stepping around the corner Anthony became aware of the silence once again and suddenly the darkness seemed to loom out of the fog. An icy stroke across his throat; he made a gurgling gasp as he recognized the perpetrator and also the realization that the future was dead.