Sequence II
“10...9...8…” the countdown descended. All scientists and technicians were now safely behind the protective barriers as to prevent anything from being accidentally jumped along with the buggy. “7...6...5…” Pol quietly centered himself and tried to dissociate himself from this particular time-space. He had had no trouble accepting other time-spaces, in fact it was getting easier and easier to travel between them with every jump. What he had started having trouble with was accepting a particular reality for an extended amount of time. Now, he was glad to once again be separating from this monotonous plane of existence and heading into the unknown. “4...3...2..1…” There was no blast off, but a brilliant flash of light enveloped the room and in a moment, the buggy was gone.
There was no sense of motion or of speed; one feels quilt still while traversing the very fabrics of reality. The realm Pol was now passing through was like the crawl space of the universe; the duct work or back stage. From here, any point in time-space may be accessed. The human mind has not the senses to perceive nor the power to comprehend the workings and makings of such a place. Whenever Pol passed through, his mind processed the event through numbers and colors. The backdrop of everything he saw was comprised of streams of numbers; mostly 6’s and 7’s. The numbers would flash and change colors; pulsating almost as a heart would. Pol had always been prepared to see new worlds and strange times, but passing through Anti-Space had always been an awesome voyage.
As Pol was appreciating the soothing, hallucinatory visuals encompassing the buggy, his mind was puzzling over the endless possibilities of time-space. He, as he knew himself, was currently careening towards a definite, albeit unknown destination. How many other worlds and times will be experienced by himself in other realities? Would he ever catch glimpses of those infinite time-spaces? Maybe he had already witnessed an innumerable amount of realities? These questions racked Pol; he tried to shake the train of thought before he was overcome by the enormity of it all. "Let's focus on the reality at hand, shall we?" Pol instructed himself. Though now that his mind was in motion, it was difficult to wait patiently for the revealing of the location of the scouting mission; or at least the location of his scouting mission in this version of reality…
