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MadMickyG
May 1st, 2017, 09:37 AM
I know this needs serious work, but as I said in another post: I'm posting as is. Just redid the title of this as well. Enjoy what's here,as this is 11k in total.

A Tale Two Grimm

Jacob Grimm knew he was very smart man. He was listed as one of the smartest men alive in twenty-sixteen by a very prominent Australian scientific magazine. He was not that man anymore. If you asked him, he was still smarter than most of the planet's population (which wasn't entirely untrue), but he had spent the last four or five years living a leisurely life. There was video game playing, some tinkering, a little programming when he was truly bored. There was plenty of junk food thrown in. This lifestyle had dulled his high intellect somewhat. He had cleaned himself up a little in the last year, after a small health scare, but he was still living the relaxed lifestyle he enjoyed. It just included some exercise now. His family and few friends had tried to persuade him to return to his studies, but he felt he did not need to study as the reason for studying was to improve chances of gaining employment in a well paid job. Jacob still laughed how he accidentally went from one of the smartest men in the world to one of the wealthiest. If not for a night of bad chilli, he'd probably be working in a NASA lab designing the spaceships that carried astronaughts to the end of the solar system, or designing the ultimate computer processor. It had been after an extensive session of Dungeon World with his roommate (and the closest thing he had to a best friend) Lucas Notch, Jacob suggested the two students go out for some pizza, or Mexican food or both, to stretch their legs before the next raid. Lucas, unfortunately, had eaten something extra strong at the Mexican restaurant. When the two returned home, Luca’s stomach could not handle any kind of movement, so Lucas had gone to bed. That left Jacob to continue on his own, which was not nearly as much fun. The following day, Lucas was in even worse condition. He was so sick, he could not get out of bed, which would be a problem as he had very important ‘Biomechanics in Modern Medicine’ lecture to attend. Jacob had refused to go to such a boring and uninteresting lecture during his free time, but it was one of the few occasions Lucas had managed to guilt Jacob in to doing something that held no interest for him.

Jacob arrived early, grabbing a seat at the very back of the lecture hall, positioning his phone on the desk so it could record the lecture for Lucas. Jacob was planning to sleep through this lecture as the stirrings from the chilli concoction he had consumed had not let him sleep too well. Once the lecture had started, the professor spoke about bionics, biomechanics and their uses in current and future areas of medicine. The professor's voice droned at such a pitch that Jacob could not go to sleep, no matter how much he closed his eyes. Halfway through the lecture, with no sleep had, Jacob had been about to get up and walk out. That was when the professor started on bio-mechanic principles in relation to current engineering and the problems faced by companies such as BioLimbs Designs. Jacob stopped, after hearing the word ‘engineering’ (his current field of study and the only field worth his time, in his opinion) and listened to the professor talk about biological and mechanical interfaces. Something in Jacob’s mind pinged. As with any idea Jacob had, an object began to form in his head. He saw a design taking shape as the professor spoke and took questions from some of the students. Jacob saw the schematic forming, like a blurry television picture clearing, filling out with wires, connectors and components. Jacob could see it was a modified version of one of his early engineering projects for linking two separate computer interfaces. With the right components, plus the right coding, it could easily be converted in to the device he envisioned.

When the lecture was finished, Jacob bolted out of the large theatre as fast as he could. He went back to his room, where Lucas was sitting on the lounge, feeling better, with only the occasional room spin.
"Lucas, Lucas!" Jacob yelled as he burst in, "I've got it! Holy shit I've got it!" It took Lucas ten minutes to calm Jacob down enough to tell him what he 'had got'. Every few minutes, Lucas had to stop Jacob, as he was talking too quickly to make any sense. After Jacob had finished explaining, drawing the schematic on paper, with a few notes about some specific components needed to make it work, Lucas was so gobsmacked, he sat for two minutes saying nothing. Jacob, in his usual manner of enthusiasm, sat there looking back and forth between Lucas and his drawing. Lucas knew it would not matter whether he approved Jacob’s design, Jacob would go ahead with it no matter what. Jacob’s 'steel trap' mind would lock down on the idea until it was completed, success or fail. Not that Lucas doubted the design at all. It might take some time to be fully functional, but listening to Jacob explain his idea and his ways around the problems that came with this kind of device, there was no reason to doubt it wouldn't work. What amazed Lucas the most was that Jacob, who himself had classed Luca’s field of study as 'science-fiction and a total waste of anybody's brain function' had created something that would undoubtedly bring science-fiction to science fact.

The two men started on the creation that night. Well, Jacob did. Lucas still had not completely recovered from his upset stomach. But once his bowels were in proper working order, he and Jacob spent all the spare time they had mapping out and filling in pieces from the schematic. Like a child conceived by two loving parents, nine months after they started the project, the first Biomechanical interface prototype was born. They tested it as best they could, with limited facilities. The hardest part was not letting anybody else know about it. Once they were confident with the prototype, Lucas made what they believed would be the most important phone call of their lives. After waiting two nerve-wracking weeks, the two sat in the lobby of BioLimbs Designs, waiting for a meeting with the CEO. BioLimbs had started the bionic limb discussion back in twenty-twelve. Their original limbs released were rather crude, but were effective. They did, however, rely on an external power source which brought functional problems, fuel contamination being the most common one. Their limbs had improved over the years, but fuel contamination was still a concern, as the external fuel cells were not lasting as long as they should be. The cells could suffer only minor damage and still leak. Heavy duty covering could protect them, but required the user to carry a bulky, heavy box the size of a suitcase everywhere. This worked for some people quite well, but for the majority of amputees requiring bionic limbs, it was cumbersome and inconvenient. Jacob and Lucas’ device could use the ample supply of electrical signals in the human body to both control and power the limb.

Lucas jumped in his seat as the receptionist called his name, letting them know it was time for their interview. Lucas wiped his hands down the side of his pants, trying to dry them out. He felt sweaty palms were not a good way to introduce himself to a company CEO. Jacob and Lucas stood, looking at the large brown double doors, behind which sat the group of men that would change their lives. The door opened slowly as they approached, a well-groomed young man motioning them in with a smile. The door clicked closed behind them.

After two hours, with Lucas having to continually stop Jacob from insulting the CEO's cranial capacity, they left without their device and their interface design. Jacob had warned the five men in the room not to try and steal the design, or 'rip us off' in any way. Everyone had laughed, as that is what they had intended to do. They hadn't known Jacob had used a partially programmed chip for the prototype. Jacob felt if they could finish the code in the one-time programmable chip, they would already have come up with a device similar to his. They came close many times, but nobody could write the rest of the code to get the full functionality of the interface.

It took three months before the boys were contacted again. They had a contract for Jacob and Lucas to sign, to become joint Heads of Design for BioLimb. This included a substantial salary, company stock, large offices and a choice of company car. It also had exclusive rights to the design, various patent applications and intellectual property rights. Jacob had walked out of the room laughing, muttering something that Lucas had never heard his friend say about anyone before. Three days later, they were called back in to sign another contract. Jacob spent three hours reading the contracts, including the fine print. Occasionally he would take a quick look at the five men seated around the table. He could see they were sweating as he read. He found a few spelling errors, plus fifty-three grammar errors which he pointed out with a disappointed tone in his voice. He mentioned the contract would be signed once all the spelling and grammar errors were corrected. The next day, after Jacob spent another three hours going through the contract again, he and Lucas signed. They spent the next fifteen months as head designers at BioLimbs lab, finishing the manufacturing design and testing of the interface. When the new enhanced limbs went on sale to the public, the company stock skyrocketed over the next two weeks, making Jacob and Lucas billionaires. The interface design was then released to the world, with Jacob and Lucas receiving royalties for any device that incorporated any part of the device, added to their wealth. Jacob figured with so much money, he didn't need to finish his degree.

"It's a piece of paper I don't even need," he said to anyone who questioned him. “I’m already brilliant!” Lucas wanted to finish his degree. Jacob had a house built just outside the city. He took care of his family of course, mainly so they would leave him alone. Lucas stayed at the university, to finish his degree. Despite plans to get together often, the friends only saw each other twice the first year as Jacob spent the next year travelling as part of a world-wide chess tournament. He felt at the time, it would be a great way to keep his mind sharp. If he hadn't been beaten in the final game, he would probably still be playing competition chess today.

"But that is all history," Jacob thought to himself as sat in his local doctor's office (despite all his money, Jacob has always been a creature of habit) waiting to see Doctor Uresh. The doctor came out and called Jacob's name. Jacob stood, walking behind the doctor the same way he had done since his parents had brought him here when he was a child. The pair entered the small room and sat down, Jacob closing the door behind them.

"How've you been Jacob?" Doctor Uresh asked, smiling through his wrinkles.

"Good Doc'," Jacob replied grinning, "Been walking a bit more. No chest pains walking up the stairs any more. Other than this thing with my arm, I'm all good."

"What's wrong with your arm?" the doctor asked, knowing the condition Jacob had been in. Jacob lifted it up, showing his forearm. The doctor could see the spasming muscles, making Jacobs fingers twitch.

"Muscle spasms?" he asked, curiously.

"Indeed," Jacob nodded, "Been having them for about a month now, on and off."

"A month? Wow."

"Yep. I had the same spasms for three hours last night. That's why I'm here. Hard to sleep with this going on," he said, showing the doctor the twitching fingers. The doctor softly held Jacobs forearm, rolling it over to get a better look at which specific muscles were having the spasms. He looked closely, noting Jacob’s fingers moving slightly as the muscles jumped and twitched.

"What?" Jacob asked, as the doctors eyes opened in surprise. The doctor grabbed a piece of blank paper and a pen, placing his fingers on the centre of Jacob’s forearm.

"I think it's Morse Code," he said as he started writing. Jacob and Doctor Uresh watched as his muscles jumped. Jacob could feel the rhythm now, shocked and annoyed he did not pick up the fact his arm appeared to be generating Morse Code. The doctor wrote down the message as best he could. His Morse Code reading skills were quite rusty. After a few minutes, the doctor stopped, releasing Jacob's arm. Jacob could feel his muscle still twitching.

MadMickyG
May 1st, 2017, 10:07 PM
“It's repeating the same thing over and over."

"Is that what it said?” the doctor asked, looking at the message he’d written. Jacob looked at the piece of paper.

"Pretty much," Jacob said. "They're coordinates for somewhere on Antarctica." The doctor had known Jacob a long time, so knew better than to ask how he knew where those coordinates were. Jacob entered the coordinates in to his phone. A map of the world appeared on his screen, showing the exact location, with a tiny dot indicating a point in East Antarctica

"So what are you going to do Jacob?" he asked curiously.

"Well," Jacob said grinning, shaking the doctor’s hand, "I think I might be going on a trip."

"Let me know what you find there," Doctor Uresh said. The muscles in Jacob’s arm started twitching again. Jacob pressed the fingers from his left hand on to his right arm, the same way Doctor Uresh had done, focusing his attention on the muscles spasms, his eyes squinting as he concentrated.

"It's coming faster this time, it's harder to understand. It's not the same message either."

"What’s it saying?" Doctor Uresh asked.

"Quiet," Jacob said, focusing all his attention on the involuntary movement in his arm. Jacob lifted his head with a snap, a look of confusion on his face.

"What?" the doctor asked, not liking Jacobs expression.

"I couldn't get it all, it was too fast. But I did get a few words."

"What were they?" the doctor asked again, getting a little annoyed that the Jacob was not volunteering all the information right away. "What words did you get?"

"Thanks for your help Doc," Jacob said, standing up. “I need to go.” Doctor Uresh looked at him.

“What are you not saying Jacob?” Jacob was intrigued from the few words he could get. Meet, coordinates, invasion and veloci. There was more to the message, but the code seemed to be muddled. Jacob needed to get the whole message.

“Doesn’t matter. But it looks like I’ll be taking a trip to Antarctica.” Doctor Uresh had known Jacob since he was little. He had seen the same look on Jacob’s face many times before. He knew that whatever Jacob said he was going to do, he would do.

"First thing I need to do is to make something that can record the whole message, so I get the whole story. Then I’m taking a trip down south."

"Let me know what happens, okay?"

"Sure, sure" Jacob said as he left the doctors office, already going over the schematics for the device in his head.

By the time Jacob arrived home, he had finished the theoretical design of the ‘decoder’ he was going to build. He went straight to his laboratory at the back of his large house. He headed for the bench on the back wall. The long room was where Jacob spent most of his time. He would buy all the latest electronic devices, just so he could dismantle them to see how they worked. There were eight desks on each side of the room, each covered with a variety of parts. There were pieces from DVD players, sound systems and televisions. There were mobile phone parts, computer components, lenses and power units from 3D projectors. If a new electronic device was released locally or internationally, Jacob would buy a few, then dismantle them to examine their inner workings. When he finished with them, the parts were scattered across the eight benches. At the very back was his main bench, his construction bench. That was where his computer was set up too, with a large shadow board full of tools. A multitude of small boxes separated the shadow board from the bench top. These were filled with minor electronic components, such as capacitors, diodes, crystals and the like. As Jacob walked to the back of the room, he stopped at a variety of benches, grabbing one or two items from each bench, connecting them together before moving to the next bench. By the time he stood in front of his PC at the back of the room, his device was half assembled in his hands.

“I’ll need this,” he thought as he reached in to one of the many component boxes. He grabbed a wireless connector and the corresponding mouse. He selected one of the screwdrivers from the shadow board sitting above the boxes, dismantling the mouse in a few seconds.

“You aren’t sensitive enough,” he muttered as he removed the light sensor from the mouse board. He plucked one out of a box with his right hand, his eyes still focused on the mouse board in his left hand. After Jacob added the replacement sensor, he rewired the battery terminals and added a voltage regulator.

“Nine volts is better than three,” he thought. Jacob strapped the device to his arm using the Velcro strap he'd picked up, adjusting the position until the light sensor sat above the part of his forearm that spasmed the most. It took him the better part of an hour to get the device to sit comfortably enough for it not to bother him. When he was happy, he removed it and started connecting a mobile watch board. Jacob never understood the idea for mobile watches, but they had been all the rage a few years ago. He chuckled to himself as he remembered how everyone looked like a spy from the old movies, talking into their wrists. Jacob connected the wireless receiver to his computer, then started the code debugger program he had created back in high school.

Even now, Jacob considered the old school project superior to anything released before he wrote it, or pretty much everything since. He’d done some updating of the code of course, but the core of the software was the same as the original.

Jacob loaded the wireless driver in to the software, as he was going to use it for the base for his decoder. He rearranged the code to incorporate the mobile watch. This would allow him to go everywhere and still transmit to the house wirelessly through the mobile phone network. He added a few thousand lines of code, to improve the deciphering algorithm which meant the Morse Code could be translated more effectively. He set an output routine, so the deciphered code would be sent to a document file. Jacob could read Morse Code, of course, but a document was practical. Jacob yawned as, after a few hours, he finalised the code. After a quick debug check, his software created an executable file. Jacob sat the ‘reader’ device on his arm and tightened the straps. He slipped a SIM card in to the watch board and connected a battery. It was a little heavier than he wanted, but not overly uncomfortable. Rolling his sleeve down, Jacob was happy to see the reader would be almost unseen when it was covered. The flashing red LED from the mouse board would blink, but it was not easily spotted. Jacob tapped the screen to run the executable. As it started, Jacob yawned. His mouth opened so wide, Jacob felt he could fit a car inside. He looked over at the time.

“Two o’clock,” he mumbled, yawning again, “that’ll do for now.” He crossed his arms behind his head, arching his back as he stretched. Jacob stood slowly, then walked zombie-like over to the long couch near the doorway. He fell casually forward, with a soft splat, asleep as soon as his head hit the cushion. As he started to snore, his arm began to twitch. Jacob slept better than he ever had since the spasms started, his mind and body drained after his marathon effort to create the contraption connected to his arm. The small light flickering as it recorded the muscle spasms in his arm throughout the night, continuously transmitting them to the program on his computer.

Gold Bearer
May 2nd, 2017, 01:48 AM
Nice idea. Took a little while to get going but at the end of the first part, aha! :) Second part was better I think, just because I like weird in stories. Looking forward to seeing what happens when he gets there.

MadMickyG
May 7th, 2017, 06:52 AM
Jacob shivered from the cold, sitting in the small cabin in Antarctica. He'd never been a fan of the cold, keeping his house and pool the same constant temperature, just the way he liked it. Despite Jacob’s aversion to the cold, his curiosity had him sitting in the cabin on the very coordinates his message had given for two days. Jacob moved about, trying to keep himself warm by staying busy. He moved back and forth in the limited space, going over the schematic of the decoder in his head. He analysed the coding he'd done repeatedly, to see if he could think of any improvements. The satellite phone was linked to the SIM card, allowing it to still transmit to his system at home. He wrote an app to receive and forward messages to the satellite phone, so he could read any new message if his arm twitched. It had been silent since his arrival.

He sat on the tiny bed squeezed in to the cabin, reading the printed document it aloud to himself, again:

Latitude Seventy Two degrees, thirty six minutes South.
Longitude Sixty Two degrees, fifty two minutes East.
My name is Jacob Grimm. I am hoping you receive and can decode this message Jacob. We must meet urgently as I need your help. Go to the coordinates I have given and wait for me. It is too late for this world, but I have plans that can help stop the invasion of your world by the Veloci. Wait for me to contact you. Make sure you have a pen and plenty of paper. I will contact you again when it is safe.

Jacob.

The message was from him! Well, obviously another Jacob Grimm. Or was it him from the future? Or maybe a Jacob from another dimension? The anticipation was eating away at Jacob’s usually calm composure. No matter who or where, the idea was that another version of himself had sent him a message using his own muscles to transmit Morse Code. The idea was genius, pure genius. Jacob couldn't wait to meet his other self, to find out how the other Jacob made his muscles spasm from wherever, or whenever, he was. Maybe it was something else entirely. Jacob got up and walked over to get a drink of water, to try and calm himself. As he picked up the foam cup, pain invaded his right hand. Next moment, Jacob had crushed the foam cup with a strength he had never had before. When his hand started to close and open, Jacob realised he was not in control, that his other self was contacting him again. He rushed to the side table and grabbed one of the pens, grabbing a large notepad also. The pain stopped for a moment, as though the other Jacob knew the hand held a pen. Jacob’s hand started moving. Jacob felt incredibly strange, watching words appear in his handwriting, but knowing it was not him writing it.

Jacob,

I do not have time to go in to too much detail. I can say that we are currently in a cold environment as the Veloci are reptilian and we need no interruptions if this has any chance at all of working. I will explain how I've done all this when I reach your world. And to prove I am Jacob Grimm, I will tell you something from our childhood that no one else knows, unless you told our mother. On our sixth birthday, we had built a rocket that crashed in to Mr Cremon’s back yard. The rocket had exploded which left no real evidence, but it did destroy all his prize flowers. Jesse Winson’s firecrackers got blamed for it. I could go on, but time is of the essence.
My world has already fallen to the Veloci invasion. If you can help me, I can escape this world to yours and we can prevent the Veloci from entering your world at all. I have a device that can allow me to pass through the dimensional gap safely, but it requires a gateway on either side. I will give as much detail as I can in building this device. If you are as much the genius as I am, anything I miss you should be able to fix. Get comfortable as it may take some time to write all this down. There will be a few schematics as well. Here goes everything.

Jacob’s hand started writing and drawing furiously. Jacob watched, in both shock and amazement, at the things that appeared on the pad before him. He would quickly flip, or tear out, pages to allow his hand to continue it’s work. There were mathematical formula, schematic diagrams for circuit boards, plus notes and tips on the best ways to attain the correct amount of output required to power the mini portal. Jacob started visually assembling the objects in his head, as his hand drew continuously for two days. The floor was littered with paper and notepads. Jacob was contemplating the completed device he saw in his mind, when he realised the pain had ceased. He sat waiting, in case it started up again. After a few moments, as if the other Jacob was resting his hand for a moment, the pen started moved again.

That is everything I can think of. Once built, it should not weigh more than about one hundred and fifty kilograms. It would be best if you told no one about it. Build it as quick as you can, then bring it back to this place. Now that I have the calibration, I can set my instruments to detect when you return. Please hurry for your world’s sake. And good luck!

MadMickyG
May 7th, 2017, 07:18 AM
Jacob shivered from the cold, sitting in the small cabin in Antarctica. He'd never been a fan of the cold, keeping his house and pool the same constant temperature, just the way he liked it. Despite Jacob’s aversion to frosty climates, his curiosity had him sitting in the cabin on the very coordinates his message had given for two days. Jacob moved about, trying to keep himself warm by staying busy. He moved back and forth in the limited space, going over the schematic of the decoder in his head. He analysed the coding he'd done repeatedly, to see if he make any improvements. His satellite phone was linked to the SIM card in the decoder on his arm, allowing it to still transmit to his system at home. He wrote an app that received and forward messages to the satellite phone, so he could read any new message if his arm twitched. It had been silent since his arrival.

He sat on the tiny bed squeezed in to the cabin, reading the previously printed document aloud to himself, again:

Latitude Seventy Two degrees, thirty six minutes South.
Longitude Sixty Two degrees, fifty two minutes East.
My name is Jacob Grimm. I am hoping you receive and can decode this message Jacob. We must meet urgently as I need your help. Go to the coordinates I have given and wait for me. It is too late for this world, but I have plans that can help stop the invasion of your world by the Veloci. Wait for me to contact you. Make sure you have a pen and plenty of paper. I will contact you again when it is safe.

Jacob.

The message was from him! Well, obviously another Jacob Grimm. Or was it him from the future? Or maybe a Jacob from another dimension? The anticipation was eating away at Jacob’s usually calm composure. No matter who, what, or where, the idea was that another version of himself had sent him a message using his own muscles to transmit Morse Code. The idea was genius, pure genius. Jacob couldn't wait to meet his other self, to find out how the other version made his muscles spasm from wherever, or whenever, he was. Perhaps it was something else entirely, Jacob pondered. He tried to stay calm, increasing his pace back and forth. With a start, pain invaded his right hand. Next moment, Jacob's hand started to flexing on it's own. Jacob realised his other self was contacting him again. He rushed to the side table and grabbed one of the pens, grabbing a large notepad also. The pain stopped for a moment, as though the other Jacob knew the hand held a pen. Jacob’s hand started moving, writing on the giant pad. Jacob felt incredibly strange, watching words appear in his handwriting, but knowing it was not him writing it.

Jacob,

I do not have time to go in to too much detail. I can say that I too am in a cold environment, as the Veloci are reptilian and we need no interruptions if this has any chance at all of working. I will explain how I've done all this when I reach your world. And to prove I am Jacob Grimm, I will tell you something from our childhood that no one else knows, unless you told our mother. On our sixth birthday, we built a rocket that crashed in to Mr Cremon’s back yard. The rocket exploded, leaving no real evidence, but it did destroy all his prize flowers. Jesse Winson’s firecrackers got blamed for it. I could go on, but time is of the essence.
My world has already fallen to the Veloci invasion. If you can help me, I can escape this world to yours and we can prevent the Veloci from entering your world at all. I have a device that can allow me to pass through the dimensional gap safely, but it requires a gateway on either side. I will give as much detail as I can in building this device. If you are as much the genius as I am, anything I miss you should be able to fix. Get comfortable as it may take some time to write all this down. There will be a few schematics as well. Here goes everything.

Jacob’s hand started writing and drawing furiously. Jacob watched, in both shock and amazement, at the things that appeared on the pad before him. He would quickly flip, or tear out, pages to allow his hand to continue it’s work. There were mathematical formula, schematic diagrams for circuit boards, plus notes and tips on the best ways to attain the correct amount of output required to power the mini portal. Jacob started visually assembling the objects in his head, as his hand drew continuously for two days. The floor was littered with paper and notepads. Jacob was contemplating the completed device he saw in his mind, when he realised the pain had ceased. He sat waiting, in case it started up again. After a few moments, as if the other Jacob was resting his hand for a moment, the pen started moved again.

That is everything I can think of. Once built, it should not weigh more than about one hundred and fifty kilograms. It would be best if you told no one about it. Build it as quick as you can, then bring it back to this place. Now that I have the calibration, I can set my instruments to detect when you return. Please hurry for your world’s sake. And good luck!