Girls Dancing

 

                                                   

                                                                  Girls Dancing

     There's something about girls dancing. There's a special electricity about them when they 

dance. It's connected to the music somehow, It's a total mystery for a guy. In fact, girls are

total mysteries anyway. That's how they are, but girls dancing to good music in a Vermont 

mountain resort under a blue electric December sky is really asking for trouble. it's way too 

close to the edge. It's skating on very thin ice indeed. 

     Every guy knows that. Even little boys know that. Girls feed off of music. They breathe 

musical frequencies through girl gills somehow. It's uncanny. It's like hunting for men, perhaps. 

Intuition, tracking scents, signs, motions, sounds of cracking twigs. Something deep in the racial 

memory of men.

     "Did you see that?", Rinny asked, quietly, breathing hard. Shep was stuck himself in the 

same moment. The starlit night at their back and the warmth of the resort dance floor inside. 

The music and the invitation to join the excitement of the evening, like your first party, your first 

day at school, or your first date. There was something special here, something Shep thought 

would finally break through his thick-skinned otherwise emotionless brother. 

     It was undoubtedly the girl Rinny had been staring at, 

 

                                                  Mt. Snow for Lunch

        It wasn't long before the two brothers were off to lunch. It was Shep's idea. He 

wanted to go down to the Dog Barn, where they knew the owners and tell them 

about the Moose. He wanted Rinny to come off like some kind of big game hunter 

hero of the Green Mountains and just get into being part of it somehow. He'd been 

doing it his whole life and Rinny was well aware of his older brother's intentions and 

simply tolerated it. Anyway, he was hungry and he liked the crowd down there. 

     They got there just before sunset. It was early December and the sky was a 

special Vermont blue, electric in its intensity and exciting in the way it tickled your 

outlook, your interest in life. Not too many days have these qualities in a lifetime. It 

was an invitation to be, and be thankful for life and the joys it brings. The sky became 

darker and darker blue and blue-gray and set like the end of a fine song - quietly, 

     "I'm glad we came down here tonight Shep". You could feel the enthusiasm inside 

and the mood of the mountain resort. "There's girls in there Rinny". 

A Cool Day in Bennington

                                        

                                       

                                     A Cool Day in Bennington

          Rinny was doing about 35 on the old Interstate because of the slick ice that 

had formed overnight. He smiled when the warning signal came on. "What're you

 trying to do, you **##ing idiot, kill us both?" Shep had recorded the warning for 

slick ice. Their Pontiac Road Warrior had a surface reflector sensor (SRS) installed

 and  could analyze the average available road surface friction and keep it posted

 on the dash. Anything really dangerous had appropriate beeps and voice warnings

 as well. "What's the recommended safe speed." he queried. "20 mph maximum",

 came the reply. 

     Rinny was tired from the long drive down from Canada and could have put it 

on automatic and been safe and able to rest, but he liked to drive and check out 

any changes along the way. It was a good ride. 20 mph was really monotonous,

 but he didn't really feel like getting towed back the rest of the way home. 

     "Hey Shep". he called out. "Whaddya do? Rinny?" "Gimme an hour and I'm 

home." "Holy Mud", Shep heard on his transcomm. "Wait, damn Moose - right in the

 middle of the road,"  "Careful!"  "Car's got it - no problem - took the picture too and 

sent it to the state troopers." "Maybe she knows you Rinny - watch out she might

 catch up to you." They both laughed. 

 

                                                            Brand New  4

     Rinny had an older brother, Shep, who was always trying to interest him in a "more 

constructive life", as he put it at times. Today he was reading about glass bottles that were 

used as containers for all kinds of things way back in the early part of the century, even as 

recently as the 2040s. "Here's one for you Rinny," he said as he handed him a blip of a light 

green-colored soda bottle from around 2020. "Liquid refreshment. Lime flavored carbonated 

water" -  Rinny started to smile - "Jackson's Key Lime Soda". "You got any, looks good?" He 

asked."You probably would drink it too," Shep answered.  They both laughed.

     He said, "play song" and the blip started to play the jingle about Jackson's Key Lime Soda  

and all these funny-looking kids from the 20s are singing and dancing around, having a great 

time drinking their soda. "So what? That's how they were. You want me to be like that I 

guess?      

     "I was just showing you the bottle Rinny." "Glass bottles and carbonated water, Bad 

enough drinking carbonated water, what a waste to manufacture all that glass though huh?" 

     'It took a while to develop organic materials, so what? Carbonated water fizzed and tickled 

their noses or something. Who cares?" "You think you're so smart, I bet I could sell you glass-

bottled soda today if I felt like it. You'd be telling all your friends to try it too. He 

started to sing the Jackson jingle and they both had a really good laugh. 

     It was May 2073 and it was raining lightly outside their window In eastern Connecticut. 

 

                                             Brand New 3 

      Rinny was out of a job and sorting through the agency lists. They did 

everything but examine your glands and sign you for job training at, "New 

Introductory Free Start to a New Career", which you had to try unless you knew how 

to bypass their programs. What you had to do was query "lost my job data" to get a 

list of job locations and contact numbers and then play it by ear. He found two 

convenient locations and it was easy to guess what their line of work was by their 

titles. "New Rama Personality Specialists" was perfect. He could just about 

smell their hot vulture breath and see the blood trickling down their chins. He was 

one of them. He was home, like a wolf echoing a blood-curdling howl, he 

answered. 

"Rinny Bader, tracking specialist, Lost my job data" They'd find him fast enough. 

"Takes one to know one", he thought quietly and lit a smik. 

     At the same time that Rinny was click clacking away, looking for a job, a parallel 

search engine, launched over 90 years ago, refired its generators and broadcast a

a message which anyone with half a mind could understand as "is there anyone 

else out there that can read this message?" This came from the RCA camera that 

NASA left on the Moon to record the Apollo 17 Lunar Module with Cernan and 

Schmidt aboard as it took off to return to earth.

Brand New 2

 

                                                           Brand New 2

       It hadn't been that long, and Bill reached out again for something that simply seemed missing in his life. He wasn't quite sure, but something definitely seemed to be responding to that very emptiness. He tried his mobile phone again, just to have something respond to his curiosity about the seeming immense changes in his life. 
Was it his age, his relatively remote location, his unorthodox training in philosophy, the changing world? Something else entirely?

     Are we being invaded, is humanity under attack currently by people on this earth, are we reacting to the heavy shock of world wars I and II? I'll tell you this: "I'm not the only one venturing into these depths to find answers to the radical changes that have occurred in just my own lifetime. It's all of the above, and probably more as well. 

     We have been reaching, most of my life "out there" into near space and more distant space as well,  not only with our imaginations and words, but really, and this is new. We've bumped into something in our actual travels, and it's not just our own science fiction, It's real other cultures, real other thought, real other people. We've reached with our probes the targets we were interested in. It's time we recognized this. You know, you throw a bottle overboard, at sea, with a note in it. Someone just might find it, and, with enough skill, might even reply.  

 

                                                       

                                                          Day Dreams

           

     ...and there they were. As quickly as they could think of it, they were whisked 

  away to a world not so unlike the one they were born into, but one more closely

  resembling the hours and days they would sit outside together laughing and 

  dreaming of a future filled with what they would like it to be. It was an imaginary

 place, yet it was real and Harry had actually located  it. Certainly a place that fit

 their childhood fantasies, warm, like vacations from school in Florida. There was

 plenty of water around too, to sail in. 

     They were there and   it was totally magical and both of them could see why

 Harry would choose to be there instead of a world that hunted him down like a

 criminal. 

     Something like what people do when they withdraw within themselves when

 things don't seem to be going the way they wanted? Perhaps more like an escape 

from reality you might get from watching a movie or even reading a book.

     "So here we are, everything we dreamt of when we were kids. You should be 

  really happy about that," Bill sort of asked. "Not really Bill. Sure I missed you and

  Evelyn, but that's not all. I missed everything else too! The whole darned world.

 Most everything!" 

       It took a moment or two, but the full impact of what he said sunk in. Our world

  wasn't perfect, but even this dream world originated there.

       Harry would not have to answer all the millions of "We All Still Love You Harry"

  with his own, "I still love all of you too!." 

 

                                                     

                                                    Two Months Later

     Bill and Evelyn had both returned to Miami. They met for lunch in a southbeach 

restaurant where  they and their friends often used to just hang out and have meals

 occasionally. They knew the owner for decades. "Hear anything Bill?" "Nada, I was sure he'd

 get back to us before now." Bill looked out at the ocean. Some young children were playing with

 frisbees just across from the beach.There was a light breeze. It was early spring. Suddenly, Bill

turned like he'd just remembered where something was he'd lost. "I know where he is. I can just

 about see  him. He has our boat." "Mind telling me where that is?", Evelyn asked almost

 sarcastically. "Yes, it looks like he's found another model", and laughed. "Only kidding", and

 laughed again, . 

Brand New

 

                                                    Brand New

     Remember learning to read? Well, we're going to start all over again, only this

 time it's going to be a level up. What's that mean? It's learn as you go - that's the

 fastest and best and, actually the only way to do it. If you have any questions, just

 ask google assistant or Siri if you have iPhone.

     In a rush in the morning, I laid my Tracfone on the table and forgot to turn off

 the  Google Assistant. Spoke out loud, "Darn I totally forgot what I was doing. What

 in the  world was I trying to do?" "You were writing a story about new technologies

 signaling  basic changes in our society Billy!" "What," I jumped and turned. "That's

 what you  were saying before Billy!" 

     'It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Too much TV. Too much Internet. I needed to

 get back in touch with some of my old friends. My retirement was comfortable, 

 sure. But, it lacked social dynamics. I was talking to my cell phone!" 

     So what if? What if the new future held an entire electronic being reality? Why

 not? Were flesh and blood really that important for the development of

 sentient beings? Check your batteries next time you go in for a new SIM

 card? "Ouch, my foot just got a cramp!" 

     What if all this has already happened and we're just now catching on? Imagine

 an electronic girl, all gorgeous lights and sounds going "beep beep" in a way you

 just couldn't ignore - had to know better - a total mystery of what was to come -

 pleasures as yet unimagined - innocence of the mind. Sharing data. "I hardly 

know  you and here we are already sharing data."

     The infinite reaches of creation beckon us forward. Others are waiting for us to 

start their days. Let there be light. Let's separate the good from the bad, what helps 

from what doesn't. A clear purpose. Enough challenge, but not too much. Striking 

hard at the heart of the enemy. Making a better world. Attacking lies, exposing evil. 

Allowing the fresh air of understanding into our world. We're here doing just that...

     In America, if you're unhappy with a president or his administration, you simply 

don't vote for him the next term. If it gets really bad and he's guilty of 

unconstitutional actions, you can impeach him. Here in our brand new world, we 

can mourn his passing along with so many of his confederates, and begin to 

replace them all as, soon as possible, with others, more helpful and of higher 

purpose toward our fine nation of course. The rest fills in very quickly and 

as efficiently as we would send in a substitute teacher for someone who has fallen 

ill. The faster and more smoothly, the better. 

     Several new cast have been substituted in many of our key roles today. 

Hopefully, these are to your liking and, again hopefully, they also enjoy their new 

occupations. It is so very important to have backups in today's stressful and 

technically demanding world. We thank you for your patience.  

    Halloween starts tomorrow night. Cool late October evening. Hard for kids with 

the cold and damp. Still, the magic of the holiday comes through and makes it a 

night to remember. Sweet chocolate and flavored candies echo the fine Vermont country. There's music and of course new hope in the air. We're on stage 

tomorrow night - opening night for our new year 11,041. Wow!!

     

     

                                              Harry Leaves

 

       It was one thing to finally figure out how the actual transport mechanism 

worked, but it was quite another to find Harry and talk about it. "Where was he?"

      'I thought Harry was in here with you Bill." Evelyn seemed confused. "He was 

in an awful mood. I hope he doesn't run away again." Bill remembered the times 

Harry had suddenly disappeared, turned to Evelyn and half whispered, "uh oh, I 

have that feeling exactly. 

     He remembered the first time Harry had run away from home. He'd run up the  

steps and into the house. Harry's mom was there on the phone. "I don't know, I 

said, that's why I called you. He's never disappeared like this before and I looked 

all over for him, called his name, went to the neighbors. He's nowhere around 

here." she was very impatient and upset. "Did he take his bike?" Bill asked. "Go 

see," his mom answered. Sure enough, his bike was gone and Harry had a pretty 

good idea where he'd gone. "I'll find him Mrs. Adelman."  and he hurried back to his 

house at a run. It was only a block away across the South Miami neighborhood. 

     It was late summer and hot in Miami. Bill remembered the man that sold ice 

cold coconut milk on the corner by his house, his mustache and smile. "¿Por qué 

corres tan rápido en un día tan caluroso, chico?" He wanted to know why he was 

running so fast on a hot day like this. "I have to find Harry, did you see him?" "Si, 

hace como media hora en su bicicleta, como si fuera a la panadería." He said he 

was headed down toward the bakery only about half an hour ago. 

                                              

                                      

                                          Rolling and Dreaming 

          "What's real?' Bill was half awake and half dreaming, thinking about the

 rolling of the boat on the waves. Way out in the middle of the ocean, days from 

any port. 'Had they, in fact, been transported to another world? Was anything like 

that really possible?" It seemed that just last night they were talking about 

something like this in Boston. "Did this really happen?" He got up and looked 

around the galley for the cup of coffee to put into the microwave. He recognized 

the boat, It was the same boat that Harry and he kept in Costa Rica. He always 

had the same mug, usually half full of coffee ready to heat up or he'd just pour out 

another cup from the carafe. This was where he was. He was getting his coffee 

heated up. Nothing else was real to him, not yet, 

     Evelyn and Harry were in the aft cabin, getting a good healthy rest. Bill thought 

of vacations they'd taken and his ex-girlfriend Miri - all the fun they had. The coffee 

was hot and he started to smile. "We're here in the envelope Bill, we can't get back 

help!' The night before - they had been talking about getting lost, using their new 

system that copied living tissue layer by layer incredibly quickly and what would 

happen if they messed up somewhere and got lost. They had experimented with 

mice and lost one or two and they would talk about what happened to them and 

the world's record for laughter had been set and broken many times over those 

conversations. 

     Harry was the genius here. He'd explain it to them. "We make exact copies of  

the organisms - see? Then, we transmit the structures to the receiver. The actual 

occupant of the organism, if there is one, cannot be in two places at the same  

time." This was where he lost Bill. It was the higher math. He'd just have to check it 

out. "What did probability have to do with transport of a consciousness?" He was 

never going to travel anywhere hit or miss. Yet, here he was! And, "why was Harry 

so comfortable about it all? This bothered him a lot. "Was he really out to make 

them all disappear into the unknown or wherever 'nowhere' was?" He was getting 

fed up with the whole thing. He wished Harry would just disappear and just leave 

him alone. Just go away. Then he had it - he had the "higher math" exactly. The 

driving force behind where we go is where our interest is. This is what Harry meant 

when he said "solidification of the target area". This is how the beams where 

focused and where they had to intersect and why they needed three points and 

two lines to make this happen.

   

                                   

                                                            The Raid    part 3 

   It was not like the last time. Bill felt it coming. Evelyn was already so upset she thought she 

would throw up. It was like three tornadoes intersecting at right angles, "maybe it was the sea 

and the boat," thought Bill. It seemed so long, yet it was only about thirty seconds and there 

they were on the Charles River looking up at the dome and columns of the MIT library.  Evelyn 

was leaning over the side quite sick and ready to let go of the breakfast she had so carefully put 

together for the two of them. It made Bill feel uneasy to look at her. "I'm sorry for all this Evelyn," 

he said quietly. "It's not your fault Bill, and it's not Harry's either, or mine. It's Ed Sharp and his 

posse, chasing us down like we're criminals," .and she sobbed.

   All they could do now was wait for Harry's instructions. They didn't even know whether to sail 

up the river or down, dock at one side or the other. Helpless, hopeless, at the mercy of a new 

world with different rules. Harry spoke from somewhere. "Good Bill, we're all going to travel 

together now, just like we've always been doing." There was a long pause. "I call it our ship - 

the whole system is our ship."

   Bill was dizzy from all this "It might be our ship Harry, but Evelyn's sick and we're being 

chased by the FBI. Is there a port where we can rest up?" He sounded more tired than 

upset. "You know that was always your job Bill. What the hell should we do now?"

"Get us to our dock at Las Olas - no one knows about that except us." Bill recognized his 

place on their  new "ship". He was the navigator. 

 

                                                  The    Raid - part 2

    He could hear the buzz of the inflatable in the distance. It would be here in five or ten 

minutes. That's what he had, five or ten minutes to figure out what to do. He had done this

all his life. It was like his profession. "What are we gonna do Bill? We have to take the test, we 

don't have an excuse!" Harry looked at him for an answer. He always handed him problems 

without solutions and this was another one. "I fell down the steps, you have to help me to the 

nurse's office."  "OK, I'll run into the class now, how do I look?" "More panic, Harris will 

understand."  And they had another day to prepare for the make-up test. This all flashed by Bill 

as he searched for an answer to his dilemma, listening for the inflatables outboard and hearing 

a slightly louder engine sound and the clickety clack caw caw of the toucans in the trees. 

    He looked back toward the main hatch, thinking to talk to Evelyn and a strange image 

seemed to be materializing in thin air, At first he thought it was Evelyn and then in developed 

into a fairly clear three dimensional image of Harry that suddenly began speaking to him. It was 

as if he was standing right there or perhaps about to actually solidify into Harry. "Hi Bill, in a few 

moments you and Evelyn and this boat will be transported back to the Charles River. Stay close 

together. I'll meet you there and tell you what to do. See you soon,"

 

                                               Raid at Dawn

   Bill was dreaming of waves hitting the hull, "slap slap slap" and woke to the slamming air 

whip of helicopter rotors, "whomp whomp whomp. "What the heck is going on," he shouted 

and woke Evelyn who nearly jumped out of her skin. He was fully dressed except for his 

shoes and scampered up the companionway to the cockpit and took a look around. "Evelyn, 

here they come. It's some sort of inflatable with a motor - right at us. Must be Ed Sharp. They 

must have brought him that boat or dropped it or something." He was thinking and planning 

and worrying all at the same time. Their boat was a lot faster, but not faster than the 

helicopters of course. If they could make the cove up the beach, he doubted they could follow 

them very far, and the helicopters could not land anywhere in the jungle, He'd started their 

boat and they just took off. 

   That little 33 footer could do nearly 30 knots. "What if they start shooting at us?". asked  

Evelyn. "They might. I wouldn't put anything past them at this point. Let's just get out of here."

   It wasn't long and they were about three miles up the river, off on a branch he thought they 

probably wouldn't follow. Still, with all their men and equipment, it was just a matter of time. 

All Bill wanted anyway was some time to think this out. That's what he was good at and that's 

what he had already started doing. "Why didn't he take us in before?" he asked out loud. 

Because you had a gun on him and he figured he needed help, and that's exactly what he 

did," Evelyn answered. 

 

                                                                Evelyn

...Bill took a look at Evelyn and his heart went out to her. She had more to bear in 

Harry's disappearance than anyone. He felt guilty for not having spoken to her about 

so many things. The three of them had been through so much together. They were 

close to family, perhaps more than family. They were a world, an entire world, 

separate from everyone else. They didn't name it or talk about it, they just were. 

    "Let's go to the boat," he whispered quietly to her. "What are you two plotting 

now?" Ed Sharp challenged. "I'm taking Evelyn to our boat, Harry would have left 

that here," Bill answered. "Oh no you're not!" Ed started getting nasty again. "Oh

yes I am," and Bill pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Ed. "Don't Bill, just don't. Go 

to the boat, let us have the satellite phone. I have to call in some help. This is 

going wrong. You're right. You've been helping us all along. Harry has too. i agree 

with you. He wouldn't harm a soul. Go, take Evelyn and rest up. We'll camp here 

where the cottage used to be." Bill looked at him and put his pistol back in his 

pocket. he realized that the FBI didn't hire hot heads. 

   It was quiet on the boat. They'd pulled off the dock and anchored about a 

hundred yards off the beach. Soft and quiet, fairly bright stars and half a moon 

reflected off the water. "What did Ed think, that he'd help him find Harry, betray his 

best friend and his lifetime study to develop advanced holographic transport? Harry 

deserved the Nobel Prize, not prison time and disrepute." He spoke quietly to

 Evelyn. "I shouldn't have let him have the phone. He knows exactly what he's

 doing. Now he's got us trapped out here. We're hostages that he plans on using to 

find Harry."  Evelyn looked up at him. "We're not trapped, he's trapped. All of the

 FBI's best are totally trapped. One false move and they're all on the Moon without 

  space suits."  

 

                                  

                                                               Manhunt

         

        Bill and Evelyn were in the jungle - no cottage no Jaguar - no nothing, except maybe 

tarantulas. It was dark, but moonlit. Evelyn whispered, "hear that?" Bill tried listening. 

"Crack.-  snap - crack."  Then, about five or six men came crashing through the trees and 

bushes. 

     "Thought you saw the last of us huh?" It was Ed Sharp and his crew. He was hissing like a 

snake. Boy was he mad. "We made our own camp, caught our own food, shot wild pigs. I'm 

going to kill your friend as soon as I find him. Where is he?" Bill did not know what to say. He 

couldn't process all this that quickly. "I don't understand what's going on. What's happening?" 

"You know exactly what's happening - the two of you - the girl too - it's a plot and you're all 

going to prison for life - if you're lucky." He was hissing. You could nearly see his fangs, large 

teeth about to strike, "We are Federal Law Officers - this is treason. We have reason to 

believe you are plotting against the United States of America." 

     Bill feared for their lives. We'll help you Ed - in any way we can. Please put your guns 

away. Evelyn is very upset." 

     This worked and Ed seemed to take a long breath and settle down some. "You'd better 

cooperate. It's the wisest thing you could do." 

     He came to his senses. It was Vietnam all over again and the gooks all 

around you. Popping their rifles off. Pop pop pop - hitting the trees and the ground around 

you. "Get down!", was all he could say and the whole patrol got down as low as they could 

and began looking around. The popping stopped and someone whispered. "Maybe they left". 

     It was quiet and Ed was back in Costa Rica and doing his job. He breathed  deeply again. 

"OK, I want to find Harry."

                             

                                      We All Still Love You Harry

                                               recruiting spies

     Bill Levin and Evelyn Cohen had been close friends of Harry Adelman

 since Kindergarten. Evelyn was Harry's girlfriend nearly up till the time he

 disappeared. It seemed very unusual that Harry had not spoken at all to Evelyn

 about  what was going on. "I had no idea whatever that Harry was playing around

 with holographic transport to that extent. He never mentioned it", Evelyn began the

 conversation at the CiA office in New York City. 

     You couldn't tell, but the entire meeting was being monitored and recorded by 

about fifty government agents and a few other interested parties. It all seemed like 

 a polite discussion over breakfast in an upscale lower Manhattan office building,

 something like you'd hear execs talking about, perhaps  a new fashion line 

 or computer  application. Some interest but no real enthusiasm. 

     You'd never imagine the stakes involved. This was possibly due to Ed Sharp

and his experience. 

     He was also a major investigator during the Iran controversy.  All business-like

inside with people going wild outside. Here, the traffic down on the street was toned

down a bit because of the pandemic. Otherwise, the real, hopefully imagined,

 threats had been kept carefully off the news and otherwise guarded against public

 discovery. "Bill might have heard something from him - they were always 

speculating about the future of communication and where it might bring us".

                                  

                                          We All Still Love You Harry 

                                                                Love at first Sight

     Harry was all but hypnotized by the spinning tape reels, the "whirring" sound, and the clutch and brake arrangement that would stop the tape and reverse its direction and stop it again and reverse it again without snapping and breaking the tape. It would bounce on its springs and gently grab a section of tape where it ran on and would have spilled over without the apparatus that caught it and allowed it to rewind and flow in the opposite direction. This was how pieces of data were located and copied and used on the huge computing machine. Harry was one of the students of his Junior High School Class that had gone on a class trip to see the ENIAC - the world's first electronic computer.  

     Years before - perhaps thousands of years before, scrolls of inked holy scripture were read by special people who understood how to read and recited at prayer meetings. it added to the mystery of language and its power. Imagine the changes that ensued centuries later when pages were printed and sewn and glued into books. People could leaf through hundreds of pages and find the sections they were interested in. This, of course, soon became commonplace and schools with desks were built for classes of students to use and learn from books. Lessons had to be prepared and many references in many books had to be used. Systems of data storage had been arranged into libraries. Large buildings with perhaps thousands, tens of thousands, even more, of books. Catalogs with special number systems to help people find the books and references they needed. This was all being done by machine right in front of Harry, and he knew that was happening even though he was only twelve years old. Imagine.

     And now you're reading something that has been recorded on a close to molecular sized slab of silicon - an entire huge library of data that took a huge building to store and now fits easily into your shirt pocket. Harry did this. Well he did actually do this. He dreamt this when he worked at Univac, Div. of Sperry Rand, at Blue Bell, PA. His job at the time was to check the magnetic properties of fine copper wire that was being plated with ferromagnetic material - actually iron, and then nickel. The wire was used to record and hold a magnetic polarity. It was either north or south polarized and it could be read with another magnetic sensor. Simple in theory, but it had to hold it's magnetic force - like ink on a page, that can't run or fade - it had to be "clear" enough to be read easily. This was Harry's job. Just one job, but as important as any other in manufacturing the RAM (random access memory) for their newer computers. These were much easier to use and much more convenient than all those whirring large magnetic tapes you see. Harry had dreamt all this and worked at it too and he did it because it fascinated him. That's why he did it and that's why so many people became interested in it. libraries were actually fine - for a while anyhow. As a matter of fact, so was sitting around the fire once in a while and talking about hunting deer and the weather and singing songs, but Harry really loved dreaming about how people remembered things and how their faces would light up when they told stories.; Harry loved people and he was fascinated by how they remembered things. He invented writing. He watched people respond to pictures of things and it warmed him to see them smile at the recognition of symbols. He dreamt about this. You see? People loved him for this and made a place for him to enjoy himself. Their minds were already perfect. They remembered everything they ever experience in any detail anyone would require. They simply liked Harry's enthusiasm as much as he liked their stories. What you're reading now is largely because of Harry's inventions. See? 

                                           

 

                                           We All Still Love You Harry

                                                        Beginnings

     Both Harry and Bill started smoking at the same time. It could have been a meteorological coincidence, some sort of galactic eclipse. It's not certain, but some very serious scientists have forwarded the idea, albeit privately, that great scientific achievements follow primary lines almost as central in importance as the story of creation itself, and that the history of Harry Adelman and Bill Levin carries along with it many events singular for their importance in the development of man's understanding of the structure and meaning of the physical universe he lives in. Silly as it might sound, Bill Levin wrote in "Beginnings", that "they were only eighteen when they started smoking. It was raining on 33rd street and a classmate offed the both of them a cigarette and they 'fell into it' - the habit fit the early morning class just like the coffee they were drinking and they became part of the fabric of the time, even though they were new to Philadelphia and the Moore School."

     One has to understand that something as important as the holographic transfer of living tissue is a major step, perhaps a key step, in man's development, in his understanding of who he is and where he is and why. Similar in importance as Newton's laws perhaps or Einstein's famous equations and theories about time and space. People wanted to know where this came from. You enter a car, push a button, and you're on a different planet, perhaps a different galaxy a million light years away! This is not small stuff. It works. The people who developed it, understand and can explain it's workings in very simple language. How can this be? It's as new as language and perhaps even thought itself. People were afraid of the steam engine when it first began to move things around. They denied the world was round, even though it could easily be explained and proven. And, so began centuries of explanation until the average human being on this earth could have the reality of sitting on a jet plane and travelling from New York to Calcutta in a matter of hours. Just that, to have that be real. 

                                              We All Still Love You Harry

     Bill was as tired as he'd ever been. He tossed and turned. He got up and opened the bedroom window wider to let in more of the fine sea breeze. All he could think of was Marta and the look she through him the day before they came up to the Mansion. 

     He dreamt of her. "I was trying to make you laugh. Sorry for bothering you. You're too good for me - snob." These things hit a critical mass and develop automatically. Neither Bill nor Marta had any control at all over what would happen next, because the two of them coming together had much more power than the both of them apart. 

     He had to take the Jaguar back to the cottage and bring the other girls back for the going away party Harry was planning. It was his way of sacrificing himself for science. "Look", he explained, "what's really important here is the holographic transportation of living tissue. Nothing else really matters." Evelyn looked at him and wondered what kind of late night movies he'd been watching. "You're more important than all of this Harry," and she meant it. This stopped Harry in his tracks.

     He had told everyone that he was going to use his transportation device to go away somewhere where he'd never be found and leave his discoveries and methods to his friends so that mankind could benefit from the vastly expanded potentials for distant travel, as fast and certain as electromagnetic waves. All he could do now was look at Evelyn. "I know you've transported those models, Harry and the Mansion and the Jaguar, and even us and the hotel rooms. You can give that all back and say you're sorry. Apologize to Ed and the others and let them have your invention for the security of the USA and free world and he'd be delighted I'm sure. We all still love you Harry. You don't have to run away from home. He smiled and everyone laughed. "Have a drink", someone offered. This would be one very interesting party.  

     Meanwhile, Bill had made it all the way back to the cottage and Marta and the two other girls were waiting with dinner. He smile at Marta. "I was dreaming about you last night." "Don't start with me again. Eat dinner, we'll go back in the morning." She turned and nearly smiled. "Look, I know I'm out of your league and I know you get this all the time. I mean, look at you, but I was just trying to make you laugh." "You're not out of my league Bill." She smiled, and that's all it took. He slept very well that night, and in the morning he smelled the ocean and breakfast and wondered if this was really happening. Marta walked into the room, very scantily clad. "Dreaming again Bill?" And she smiled. "She was so pretty when she smiled", he thought. 

 

                                               Everything Right Again Harry

     There are times when everything goes right. Japan surrenders. The girl you've been trying to date for years winks at you, You melt in her smile. The sun is warm and the sky blue. Tons of disappointments evaporate. Everything is right again. 

     Harry believed that if you had a good purpose and worked hard, you'd ultimately win out over a lesser purposes and negligence. He believed in our constitution. Imagine! In this day and age? Was it just too many black and white TV reruns from the 50's and 60's, or was it something deeper? 

     This time it was Evelyn Cohen and the same smile she gave him when he got back a test in the fourth grade that had a grade of "D". It was in his favorite subject - science! It wasn't a slap in the face, it was Albert Dreyfus having his medals and rank ripped from his uniform in public, for no single fault of his own. "I told you Mrs. Owens was evil Harry!" Evelyn smiled at him again, and he knew there was justice in the universe. He had a real friend. "Quiet back there", Mrs. Owens glared at the two of them. "Something else to destroy" oozed out of the venom pits in her neck. 

     Harry saw the same smile and knew that everything would be right again. He knew that he was totally in love with Evelyn and had been all of his life,

 

                                   We All Still Love You Harry

                                                 The Girls 4 - The Party

      "So what do we do now Harry?" Bill asked and thought at the same time, just like when they were kids. They'd just finished building their "tree house" - a couple of boards nailed together and onto branches. A ladder leaned up against the "floor" and they sat on it and then laid down and looked at the sky through the branches and young April leaves. Bill was wondering about trees and if they had feelings like animals and if they noticed them lying there. "We can invite our friends over and have lunch." Harry always had great ideas.     

     "Did you hear me Bill, I said we should ask the girls if they wanted to have  lunch out by the pool?" Bill had drifted back to the past. He was still tired and still overwhelmed by what had been happening these last few days. "Yeah, great idea."

     The wind was nearly always from the West, off the sea, and onto the beach. Warm currents from over the vast expanses of the pacific ocean equatorial waters, telling the story of creation over and over again as the earth turned each day and morning dawned on the Costa Rican beaches and birds rose and sang their songs on these same currents.

     The girls loved the idea as much as they loved free transportation to wherever they wished and whenever they wished. They loved the pool, the mansion, the yacht, the ocean and beach. 

    Lunch was fresh caught fish broiled with onions and lemon and sauces. Exquisite. Even Evelyn smiled and laughed for the first time in days. "Who's the cook?", she asked. "Margot", came the reply. "You shouldn't do movies Margot, you should have your own restaurant!" They all giggled. She looked at Harry. "I'm sorry Harry, I've always loved you and I still do." 

    It  would have been Harry's best day ever, but he still had no idea how he was going to get out of this clean, free, and happy. 

     "What's that?", Bill was pointing out over the sea toward a dark gray mass, perhaps fifty miles distant.

     

     

     

 

                                                  We All Still Love You Harry

                                             The Girls 2 - The Mansion

.     "I only count three girls, where are the others?" Evelyn aimed her comment squarely at 

Harry. She was and had been about as close to Harry as any girl could be, since they were 

little kids in school. Still, they were never married, and yes, the subject of children had come

up often. Needless to say, she didn't find Harry and Bill's adventures when they were in 

college as amusing as they did. She tolerated it because they were at that age and that's 

what everyone did. It would be a while and the helping hand of an accident that pushed them 

together intimately. Out of gas in the country and hitch hiking to a motel, and it happened. "No 

I'm not shy Evelyn. It's just that I always thought of you as something like my sister. We were 

friends. The three of us were friends. Good grief you're beautiful." They laughed and held on 

tightly to each other through the night and woke up 'together' in a way most people become 

after many years of good, strong, happy marriage. 

     "They're at the mansion. There's a road down there. We can go in the morning." "Oh, 

there's a road. I guess we can take your Jaguar. Should we bring a breakfast, or is 

there enough to eat down there? I hope they have an extra bikini for me." She was starting to 

boil over. "You pulled us out of the hotel and transported us down here. Why couldn't you 

bring me to your collage and mansion. I shoot pool. What's the problem.? Afraid I'd get in the 

way?" Harry was totally nonplussed. Evelyn, continued. "We all still love you Harry.

Everyone but me that is, and none of this is funny and you are going to jail."  

                                                  We All Still Love You Harry

                                                    The Girls 

               They were in a thicket of trees. The windows were open and what should 

have been a view of the Charles River was more like a tropical rain forest in the 

morning. "It's Costa Rica, I tell you. I know the place. Me and Harry used to come 

out here when we were younger, during and after college. We sailed and took 

girls out here too, sometimes." Evelyn looked at him. "Harry never mentioned 

Costa Rica to me, ever!" "It's a guy thing," Bill started to laugh, "like a handball 

court or a bar where the guys go after a game or something." He fumbled around, 

remembering how they would plan out their little adventures with the co-eds, 

botanical assignments, photo shoots, they'd plan and drink, and that's more or less 

how their 'assignments' ended up. "The girls probably knew better than we did 

what our plans actually were." Bill smiled. "I'm sure they did." Evelyn added, 

looking right at him and not smiling at all. 

     They heard laughing and opened what used to be the door leading to the hotel 

hallway. "That's the cottage, I can see it from here. He brought us right to our 

place, absolutely amazing!" "He did it, he actually did it. Come on follow me." 

     They followed a very dimly lit path up to the lights of the cottage. You could hear 

girls laughing inside. Bill knocked. "The doors open Bill and Evelyn, come on in",  

came Harry's greeting from inside the game room. 

    "Hi, you must be Bill', smiled one gorgeous blond looking up from behind a cue 

ball she was poised to strike. "Welcome to Harry's Pleasure Den", and two other 

girls started to giggle.