Father scientist
It was early afternoon and the sun burned asphalt was still roasting everything that stopped on it, when Charley was racing, in his iron monster from everyday work. The ones who knew him better, cloud already realise, that something unusual happened. Only an experienced eye could find a strange fold that didn't go along with his face.
After two years, he wasn't thinking about his work. He was driving with full speed towards the local hospital, where his wife has been taken. She was getting a child, a few weeks too soon. The road to there was only a few miles long, but this time it seemed it will last for ever. He finally reached the parking place, jumped out of the car without locking it and rushed through the waiting room.
On the physician's office door it was written: "PLEASE DON'T KNOCK". He was nervous enough to break down the door, put the fists in his pocked and tried to calm down. He took a glance around the room. Neon light was reflecting from the four white desks which were stinking of a cheap herbicide. He could also hear a silly laughing of some stupid nurses behead the door. There were two other man in the room and no one seems to feel like talking. His mind flowed away as well.
Finishing the primary skull, he heard for Albert Einstein for the first time and soon he became his real fan. Mysterious ideas of the dead genius were inspiring his strong imagination and showing him new sides of physics. At the same time, he was realising how hopeless a human been is, trapped in a material form, cached in the limited dimensions of space, time, speed...
Even thou, he hated all his professors he graduated in time and his diploma work was a total success. He developed an extremely efficient and totally silent submarine engine, that accelerated the ions in water up to 30 supersonic speeds. This machine dropped him over 300000$, but the job he got because of that invention meant him much more. He started his carrier on the NASA institute for metaphysics in Oklahoma City. Her he could let his most strange ideas fly.
The most interesting filed of his investigation were relations between space, speed, acceleration and gravity. He put a lot of effort in his work and slowly he progressed, until he developed some indefinite differential equations that he couldn't solve. Desperately, he quit this experiment and started researching magnetic fields. However, one day, when he was surfing on his institute computer, he found the results of an old unsuccessful NASA experiment, called Phyladelpian Experiment. By it was executed, the scientist couldn't explain why the ship disappeared, when they exposited it to a certain electrical conditions, but Charley found his way out of the dark. This results went along with his previous investigations quite well and he started the old project with a new reborned enthusiasm. Soon, the institute became his new home. He was working hard, coming home late at night, time to time he slept in his office as well. He really aint got no time for his wife, that would really deserve some more attention.
The doctor of his wife assured him she is expecting a boy and Charley immediately named him Albert. Any other name was out of question. As a rich couple they had great plans about their child. He vill be able to visit the best and the most expensive schools, he could also train many different sports...
Suddenly, an old nurse appeared at the physician's office door, shouting with a birrocratic warmless voice: "Charley Hakin". "Yes", was all he could spit out at that moment. "You've got a boy. Congratulations. Follow me." She took him upstairs in a big room and in a bed, next to the window, he found his wife with their son. Imberrest, he sit on the edge of the bed, trying to find a proper word. "Is everything OK ?" he whispered. She gave him a tired smile, that meant him much more than all the monologues he used suffer, when he was working at home. The room was peaceful and bright, only an oscilloscope was beeping softly, showing the hart beat of an old man that was lying next to the door. Subconsciously it attracts his attention. Suddenly he realised. With a certain electric power flow, pulsing through three induction coils, he would be able to produce an interferating magnetic field. This magnetic field could be programmed to bent the exact specified direction. In other words, he would be able to travel wherever he'd like in no time. This was the idea, he was gaining from the very first day in the institute.
"Now, I have to go. Bye!", he made up, turning away, felling his wife's sad forgiving look on his back. "Tomorrow I'll get much more time. When you come hone we'll spent much more time together. You Albert and me.
It was already dark outside, when he returned to the institute. Inspite of the hard day, his brains were working like a nuclear reactor. Half in trains he jumped behind a computer and started programming. It took him only a few hours and the program for translation in space was completed. Simulation programs immediately verified his hypothesis and calculated the coils inductively and sizes, the amount of electric power, the oscillation frekvences, the angles of axes and all the other necessary data. After that, he rushed down to the store, where some extremely powerful coils were stored. Then he picked a steel cutter and machined them with a skilled hand of a professional. Well, some taxi driver would unsettle scream of euphoria if he saw Charley, driving that small bulldozer, pushing the coils around the warehouse. Assembling and montaging all the components together did him no problem at all.
Only a few minutes before 3 o'clock in the mooring, his machine was ready to start. He put a screw driver right in the geometrical centre of the coil axes and blessed it as an object of his most brilliant experiment. Once again he proudly took a long, selfconcious look at his creation and at the hole warehouse, surrounded by a big Faraday cache, that prevented the whole room from the outside electrostatics.
Right at 3 o'clock in the morning he plugged the machine, but as soon as he pushed the main button all the light run out of electric power. All the signal diodes went dark as well. "Not that deem, bloody, fucking safety catches, again", he cursed. At that night time, he'll have to repair them himself again. He violently opened a big cupboard and picked some big nails . Charley new he may pay a big tax again. Two years ago, a policeman found him behind the broken transforamtor door, right when he was putting a nail through a bed safety catch. After all, he really didn't want let slouch a brilliant experiment to fail only because the local transformator was too weak.
But, as soon as he opened the front door, hundreds of reflectors blinded him. At the same moment an applause of a big crowd was heard from behind. Now, he noticed a troop of policemans, that tried to keep the crowd in a fair distance around him. When he turned beck, he realised that only a big faraday cache is staying, where his institute used to stay..
Before he could concentrate him self a little bit, an old man came out of the crowd. He seemed to be a very respectable member of this society an he looked rather familiar to him. He stepped close to Charley and congratulated him: "We found your calculations in our central computer. A few years ago we also found a mistake you made in eliminating some dimensions, for instance the time. Nevertheless, that is as much as a man ever did for a human kind, and as less as human ever did for me. My late mother said we'll spent more time together, father.
I wanna go home
