We All Still Love You Harry 

                                                            A Moment of Truth

    It was late afternoon and they were down on the beach. Potentially billions of dollars 

were there's for the asking. More than Bill Gates, Harry's inspiration in fact, was due the 

inventors of RealVision alone, without even a whisper of live tissue transport. 

    "This is the biggest thing since the wheel Harry!" Bill let out matter-of-factly and the ocean

 breeze carried it inland. "Bigger echoed Harry." Evelyn felt like it was her turn somehow.

"We're  looking at this the wrong way gentlemen",. she started. "It's not a question of a crime

 or not, you know - like how they jailed Columbus for various reasons, instead of honoring his 

accomplishments, which largely came after he was gone. Let's not let that happen to us." She

 was speaking the truth,  "With Ed Sharp shadowing us, we'll be lucky to avoid the electric

 chair". 

     Both Harry and Bill smiled, but it wasn't funny. You don't kidnap five of the world's most

 beautiful supermodels and steal a million dollar sports car and get away with it clean, just like

 that. Ed Sharp didn't trust anyone. He didn't like too many people either for that matter.

That's probably one of the reasons he had the job he did. 

      Bill kept looking out at the sea and thinking about Columbus and his landing in the New

 World. "Harry could have moved the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria, and all their crew in

 less than a minute and back again for dinner at Paios de la Frontera before dinner. Round

 world, flat world. it would have made absolutely no difference to Harry.'  With that, they all

 three of them laughed and drew in the sweet salt breeze coming now right at them as if it

 heard their conversation and joined the laughter 

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                                                 Chapter 2

                                      Where do we go from here? 

             Bill was dizzy. He hadn't slept enough, or eaten anything since Cambridge. The girls 

were swimming in his mind. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. He smelled coffee and 

looked up. It was Evelyn with a pot of coffee and cups and a plate of what looked like salad and 

rolls and butter, and heaven knows what else.  "We're out front of the cottage. Harry will be right

 out. We spent the night together and he told me everything he's done. It's not really terrible, but 

it's against the law and he's worried and wants us to help him. The mangoes and avocadoes

are really good with the sauce." 

     It was starting to fit together. Harry had been working on this since they were children. He 

did his graduate work on holograms and the company he worked for had come out with what 

promised to be the next step in electronic communication - a three foot high transparent plastic 

box, filled with a proprietary gas, non-toxic, that lit up like little pixels do on flat screens, but in 

three dimensions. "RealVision" was the company name and was easily Harry's actual dream.

They had remained friends over all these years and Bill had kept close track of the 

developments of what had become RealVision. He couldn't help it. Harry was always filling him 

in on new developments. "Common sense". He'd think,"Once you'd see it work or when Harry 

would run it by you. Till then it was pure mystery and near impossible. So it goes with new

 technical developments. "Look at TV or Radio!", he'd explain to people at times.

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        "No Harry, we were just freshmen slogging through first year Calculus." Bill remembered

how tough it was that first year. "There are electrons. Millikan measured their charge to mass 

ratio. We can just about see them today with the right electron microscopes. Weigh them. We 

have split the nucleus of the atom and released nuclear energy the same way the sun has 

been warming the earth for so many billions of years." He breathed deeply. "Matter is not light 

brown ooze." He smiled. "But your dreams were real too, and I'll bet you've figured it out." 

     He felt the room vibrate. Evelyn was in the next room. They were in the Hyatt Regency in 

Cambridge. There was about to be a large hole in the side of the building facing the Charles

River.. Six floors up. An empty space, extracted somehow, pulled out of where it was and with 

no explanation as to how it happened or where it went. Ed Sharp and a crew of six 

technicians took pictures and checked for temperatures and radiation and found nothing even 

closely resembling a clue. "Not even a note, Jerry - no receipt - no hello - no goodbye. What 

is going  on? 

Ed Sharp's mouth was wide open and he didn't even know it. 

     The vibrations continued and there was a "whirring" sound as if they were moving through 

 a  tunnel of some kind. It was dark out. Evelyn had come through the adjoining door and was

 trying to look out the windows. "There's nothing there bill. Just dark. It feels like we're

 moving. What's happening? "I don't know." He was afraid but he he didn't want to show it.

     Suddenly they decelerated - like when a passenger jet lands. They had to hold onto the 

furniture - the beds. They nearly fell. Then it was light and you could see outside. Palm trees? 

"We're in Costa Rica!" "Well sort of Bill", came the familiar voice of Harry Adelman - maybe

 Costa Rica of a different galaxy though"

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                                                               light brown ooze 

          Bill was having a hard time getting to sleep. Things were a lot easier when they 

were kids in Boston and they were planning where to take their bikes the next day. They all 

got along fine. They didn't even mind that Evelyn was a girl. She went everywhere with them. 

"How in the world can you change data positions to something that duplicates living tissue"? Bill 

was totally stopped here. "OK, you can copy pictures accurately. As accurately as you'd like. 

So? All you can do with that is use it as some sort of template to create some sort of duplicate - 

ink on paper, paint on plastic, you could even etch metal surfaces, so? It's not going to be the

 same thing, of course, it's going to be a copy, something that looks like the original. It won't be

a real 50 dollar bill. With the right paper, you could probably pass it, but you'd be risking more 

jail time than was worth the investment no matter how you look at it." He started thinking about

 credit cards and magnetic codes and he thought he glimpsed a solution, but it went by so

 quickly, he went back to what really bothered him and it was "real transfer", not passable 

 copies, but real transfer, like when you mail a real letter to someone instead of sending a 

message online. He and Harry talked about this. Harry explained the basics to him. He'd ask: 

"well what is the real object? The real object's atomic and molecular structure is continually 

changing in real time. So what is the original real object and how close does an ever so

 slightly changed original object from the original have to be to say 'OK' good enough?" .Then 

he'd start in on the "Blip Theory of Reality" where we were all very tiny blips of mass flashing 

through the day to whatever degree of precision you require - you know - Newton's delta x 

requirements - tell me what degree of accuracy you require and I submit that half of that will 

always satisfy you.First year calculus."  They were in the same calculus class at MIT. So was

Evelyn. 'No, he said, you could build an entire universe on that basis and Newton would

 always be the referee whenever someone objected to the "truth of motion" based on tiny little

 increments of change, but it's not really like that. We live in a continuous perfect universe

 Aristotle was right. The supreme being would not create something that wasn't perfect. So

 what are these atoms and electrons and all that stuff then.? They're our own inability to see

 clearly and say we know and the use of our machines instead to measure things and dictate

 values that we assign to  the measuring devices rather than the true values. Mass is not little

 tiny atoms or even  smaller particles. It's brown ooze." Then Bill would start to crack up and 

they'd both drink some more  beer and laugh together..    

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          Bill still had no idea where to start or what to do about a situation that seemed to be 

 

turning into a nightmare. He considered Ed Sharp the cause of most of the sudden, highly 

unlikely drama surrounding the sudden "disappearance" of a few fashion models and a sports 

car. 

     For all he knew, Sharp was making this all up anyhow. Maybe he needed a promotion? 

 Maybe he was just bored? He knew Harry since they were kids. They would both laugh 

 themselves to tears over Ed Sharp and his spies and subterfuge. Why not just call his house 

and leave a message? "Hey Harry just wanted to talk with you - give me a call." 

     "OK, we'll give it a try Evelyn. Worst case, he'll get mad at us - even worse something's  

wrong with him. At least, we'll be able to help him." Evelyn wasn't taking this so well at all. "it's 

not natural. We don't even talk like this. He'll see this right away." She was talking about the 

patter that Ed Sharp had made them memorize. "The good of our country and Mankind. We 

never talk like that Bill". "We'll play it by ear. We'll see what it is and deal with it. First things 

first.  We'll see if he's OK and we'll take it from there." What about the devices?" Ed Sharp had 

devices placed into their clothing that recorded and transmitted all their conversations. 'We're not

doing anything wrong - we'll just go and do the very best we can."  Bill was tired and frustrated. 

He was not at all up to what he was about to confront. 

                                                    Origins of Technology

                           How far can you see? Making Telescopes

     It wasn't that long ago, that the "Glass Giant of Palomar" - a huge 200 inch 

that's a 16.6 foot diameter piece of pyrex glass about a foot or two thick. It's an 

incredible story itself from casting the glass mirror at Corning, NY to grinding and

 polishing it to protecting it in it's long railroad journey to North San Diego County,

 California from crackpots that might take a shot at it, to the incredible technology of

 it's mount. The whole story is in a book by David Oakes Woodbury - The Glass 

Giant of Palomar - a great read. 

     I read this and many other books like it on  telescopes, the  history and making

 of telescopes as I built my own six inch - that's  a six inch  diameter mirror - 

reflecting "Newtonian" telescope. I ground it by hand! I  still have a

 photo of it. It cost me eleven dollars for parts, including the glass mirror blank and 

glass  "tool" - the disk you grind the mirror to be against. 

     The theory is that if you simply grind one surface against another you will be left 

with either a totally flat surface, or spherical surface whose reflective focal length 

depends on the length of  the strokes you used to grind it. Only it's not so simple.

      They've been doing these  since before the discovery of glass, using metals 

 instead, that produced actually  excellent results in viewing. 

                                           More in Part II

                                        

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                                                   work work work

     I'm not writing this piece for fun. Not at all. in fact, it's brutally difficult and I'll tell 

you why. The purpose is to help me and others clarify something that has had me 

very hard down for quite a while and very difficult to explain. I can recall working for 

the Church of Scientology in the UK. We were at the American University, not the

 large American University in London, but a smaller one and closer to East

 Grinstead  where our organization was based. We were trying to recruit students

 and sell books  by L. Ron Hubbard to the students there. If students from the

 American University  had come to St. Hill - the place where scientology was

 located - in order to sell  books  - any books at all - or recruit students for their

 courses - they would not have been  allowed on the grounds. 

     The L. Ron Hubbard  policy toward standard education  was

 that it was not only worthless, but down right close to evil. Anything not written by

 L.  Ron Hubbard was largely and usually worthless and down right close to evil.

 This  attitude  would make many people defensive and probably somewhat

 annoyed or  offended since they'd spent much time in schools where they'd

 learned to read and  write and add numbers and learn about many important

 subjects. 

     Hubbard  attended George Washington University for two years, had poor

 grades and  dropped out. He majored in Civil Engineering and told Look magazine

 "He never  took his degree". 

     For the record, engineering school is hard work, very hard work. Landing a man

 on the Moon is no little thing, and neither is building a bridge. 

     What got to me at that school was that after having adopted Hubbard's attitude 

 about the worthlessness of higher education, and despite my own real experience

 in excellent schools, I found myself in their gym shooting baskets and had very

 mixed emotions that day about the experience. Something was wrong. Something 

was gnawing at me. Sure, people should not be judged totally by their grades in

 public school or any school for that matter. There are many other important things

 in life. Additionally, many students who haven't the resources, can't afford school or

are pressed into working early instead for economic reasons. Still, most schools

 usually do an excellent job of helping students live better, more useful lives no

 matter their circumstances and, in fact, are there first to help any student have a

 complete and practical education. To say less and to ignore the good schools do is

 far from what you what expect from the "humanitarian" that Hubbard continually

 claimed he was. He's gone now. May he rest in peace. My purpose here is not to

 find things that are wrong about others in my estimation, but to point out the best I

 can the true and most important contributors to today's current and most

 successful technologies, whatever area of life they might be concerned with. 

     I felt bad at that gym because I had stopped supporting standard education and

 instead was supporting those who considered it a waste of time at best. And, here

 it  had done so much good for myself and my friends. 

     Look, it is probably true that Hitler's camps for Germany's youth had many fond

 moments for the young boys and girls that attended. That's not the point at all. The

point is that there is practically no hard sell to public school or most private

 universities either, yet the human and social value is extremely high. The same

 thing can be said about good family. The parents do everything they can to help

 their children. In the same way, schools are among the finest things a community

 has to help  its children. Technologies are developed to help people, to make their

 lives easier, their work more efficient. The best, the true sources that help man, do

 not make fun of other people. They point out the good and they point out the

 failures in a way that is simply to prevent others making the same mistakes. This is

 a characteristic of a good technology, whether it is in medicine, study itself, or

 basketball. It has this about it. It is humble and wishes only to serve and help man,

 not in the spirit of sacrifice, but in the spirit of having fun, enjoying life. Like most

 people really are when they are being themselves..,.