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August 2020

Letters From Oxford – Letter 32

There is something here!! I can sense it!! My instruments are detecting something and all evidence points to an unknown element mimicking the Alpha Centauri Anomaly. This signal is closer to Earth. It is not broadcasting on the visible spectrum, but my instrument sensors are mapping a mass only a short distance outside our solar system in the opposite direction from your future home. The readings are nothing like our subject of study, but seemingly a negative exposure in comparison. Dark matter signature patterns were picked up by my DNA strand matrix early last week. The formation of the mass appears to match the Anomaly’s configuration, although it is opposite in all other aspects.

This dark matter detection facility that I have tapped into once belonged to the Oxford Physics department, but it has long been abandoned since dark matter was finally detected fifty years ago using quantum detection methods. For my purpose it has proven ideal. When I found out that the underground facility in the Smoo caverns was scheduled for decommissioning two years ago, I requested partial usage for the monitoring of the Anomaly near New London. It was not an easy undertaking, convincing Oxford to leave a quarter of the location intact, but the promise of Louvre funding to supplement the astronomical maintenance costs did the trick.

Now I am glad the effort was made. It will take the time I have left on earth to define what I have discovered, but it appears there is a second subject out there.  Now I just need to determine which has been influencing my brain and where the new knowledge will take my research.

It is very clear that this is a darker force with a possible influence of a subterfuge nature. It will need to be determined whether this nature is only on a visual scale or something more sinister.

In the back of my thoughts I question this new discovery.  It seems very coincidental to discover a new research subject to occupy my desperate mind this close to the departure date. I will first do a sanity check on the data and ensure this is not a wild herring. It is often logical when dealing with dark matter to be sent on a wild goose chase with detections. Let us see if I can reproduce the results using the Quantum array.  Now I just need to convince New Zealand to let me tap into their data.

Using this quantum computation tool to find the obscure dark  matter signature should allow me to factor out all other matter and aberrations.  Just like a quantum computer search engine, only this one is searching for intelligence patterns.

Wish me luck,

Love Annalis

Letters from Oxford – Letter 31

Greetings distant traveler,

Time!! This subject has been on my brain all week. This mysterious reference to the flow of order into chaos that drives our life forward. When my thoughts travel to your distant location, your time is frozen in the deep chasm of stasis. The signals of the brain sit idle, waiting for the moment of your awakening. It seems odd that my timeline continues on, adding history to already full mental circuits, as yours remains inert for the extent of your journey. It makes me wonder where the phenomenon sits in the total scheme of things. We are so attached to our time pieces here on Earth, but anywhere else in the universe they mean nothing. Minutes, seconds, hours and days have no reference in the far reaches of space. On New London a day is something totally different than here on this planet. It may be a small difference in comparison, hours, but on a tiny satellite in another galaxy, a day could be a second to our reference. How does the Anomaly see our obsession with time? It may have none of the restraints we have. Maybe it even has the ability to transgress time and experience any slice in the loaf of time and space that it chooses. Only having to pick a moment to see what is occurring. What if it experiences existence in a non-linear manner or even in a reverse direction to our view? Not from order to disorder, but from chaos into a smooth, uniform matrix. The possible scenarios are endless. A person could drive themselves insane delving to deep into the mysteries and unknowns of time. Sometimes I feel the infinitesimal nature of my life when I dive too deep into this subject. How insignificant my time on this plane is in comparison to the greater picture. We all are given the drive to make a mark in this life, but sometimes those differences, (even on a grand human scale) seem to make little impact on the great creation that is our reality.

I wish I could ask you how you feel after leaving the confines of our solar system.  It must have given you a different perspective of how significant we are in the overall picture of things. I hope it gave you a greater grasp of your purpose.   This would bring me comfort knowing I can expect the same when I also take leave of the surface.  I have never questioned my impact before.  You know my dedication and assuredness in reference to my work has never been in question, what has occurred in the last year to change this, I am not certain.  Maybe it was the accident that took my arm, or maybe your extended absence from my life.  Something has shook my confidence and sense of worth. I only hope it rights itself before I begin my extensive work at the new lab near the Anomaly. Maybe the influence of our test subject will be the answer to what ails me.   This is what we hope to achieve with our human test subjects. Maybe I am spiraling down this emotional abyss in order to prepare myself as a test subject. I think I will look at it from this perspective.  Working to repair my own fractured mind gives an added incentive to look at our work from a whole different frame of reference.

So I began my letter discussing time and ended with a theory for my current mental acuity.  (or lack of) You can see I need some focus in my life. Maybe you will find some answers at the end of your journey and maybe I will find some before my travels start.

Waiting for the day when we can converse again.

Love Annalis.

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