The Pulse: B.C.
En Route to The Old Cafe
The one advantage Berry had over purebred Baulians was that he was mobile. The only way Baulians could move more than ten feet was by being transported by IGVs — or, of course, streaked in the case of interplanetary or intergalactic distances. By necessity, both of these methods measured their weight, their volume, the distribution of their densities, and their every movement. Berry, on the other hand, could simply walk out his front door and go anywhere he pleased. Although the Baulians would never admit it, there were advantages to having only two legs.
Secretly, Berry compared Baulians to prisoners. Even to slugs, tentacled to their fourteen limbs, sucking and spitting out electrochemical pulses. Yet he was conflicted. Baulians were ahead of every other species in terms of science and their ability to use technology to their advantage, yet in the area of feelings they were years behind many alien species, especially humans. To put it another way, they were experts in knowledge, but idiots in being. They understood nearly everything, since they had mastered the art of infraction, and could take an entire world and infract its key features into ever-denser, ever-deeper fractals. Orange matter allowed them to condense fractals infinitely. Literally infinitely. They had found a way to put into practice what humans called Zeno’s Paradox, and what human mathematicians believed only existed in theory: the infinite microscopic expansion of space. An into these spaces, they put fractals.
They had also combined an understanding of infinitely large distances of space with the orange technology that allowed them to traverse these distances. They could transmit fractals and matter at almost infinite multiples of the speed of light. Once the threshold of 86 trillion parsecs per second had been reached, they could go to any location in the known cosmos almost instantaneously. The infinite microcosmic expansion of space allowed them to say exactly how long such a trajectory took, yet given how commonplace such transit had become over the last two hundred years, few Baulians took much interest in the exact number of zeros after the decimal point. It was like asking humans how long it took for electricity to go from one side of a city to the next.
Such tiny numbers would only become interesting again when and if the Baulians discovered a cluster of universes similar to that of the the two other universes they had already observed. If a similar cluster of universes was detected, Baulian astronomers estimated that it could lie as far away as sextillion octodecillion gigaparsecs from the present cluster — that is 10 to the 21st power times 10 to the 57th power gigaparsecs. In order to travel such distances rapidly, the present threshold speed of 86 trillion parsecs per second would probably need to be squared. Theoretically, this wasn't a problem since the infinite expansion principle still applied — both to the macrocosmic infinite expansion of energy per pulse and to the infinitesimal measurements of the time required for such a pulse to traverse from one point to the next.
The Baulians were masters at making such calculations and at devising machines that could apply these calculations in practical situations. Yet while they could send fractals of near-infinite complexity across space, they were still just microcosms within microcosms and macrocosms beyond macrocosms. They could get their minds around fractals, and see each subtle gradation in size and depth, yet they couldn't get inside them, at least not in an ontological sense.
Berry wondered, What good was the blueprint of a rose if you couldn’t smell it or see it's beauty?
What good was an infinitely detailed map of a stretch of sand at sunset if you couldn’t feel the sand beneath your feet, or if you couldn’t feel something as you watched the yellow ball shift into orange, and the orange shift into red? What good was all the anatomical information in the universe if you couldn’t look her in the green eyes, twirl her green hair, or touch the soft skin of the woman you loved?
Berry was becoming more and more adept at fractalling information from his lower brain into pockets of the upper. He did this by using the human notion of deflection, almost unheard of among Baulians, to deflect exterior pulse questions, or pulsions. Whenever a pulsion required a response, he doubled his thinking in its initial stages and then re-routed one line into an acceptable stream. The real object of his thoughts remained hidden, but could still be triggered by a different, usually transversal pulse from his lower core. Berry was literally living a double life.
Following this method, he re-routed a pulsion about why he was walking to the Old Cafe at UBC into a pulse current that went into exhaustive detail about the virtues of Italian coffee and how it stimulated human mouth glands and neuron activity. Berry knew that human glands were repulsive to Baulians. In the unlikely case that they continued to monitor his pulsestreams, an encyclopedia of detail about cafe arabica and the Neapolitan caffettiera awaited them, by which time several weaker, transversal pulses had taken the information from other ganglia, taking him back to the first time he saw her sitting in the Old Cafe. He remembered her just sitting there thinking and looking out toward the green shrubs next to the parking lot. He circled, from five different vectors, the memory that this was their favourite spot to look into each other’s eyes.
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