MirrorWorld

“It was ten years before they got bored with me. They left me alone long enough to join the CIA, rise through the ranks, and gain access to some of the most amazing minds on the planet. Many of the first people working on string theory were actually working for me. By nineteen seventy, we had a basic and rough string theory model that suggested the existence of other dimensions. Over the next twenty-five years, our research led to the first and second superstring revolutions that revealed eleven dimensions of reality, otherwise known as M theory. At this point, the math revealed the potential for pocket universes, but it was just numbers and symbols without concrete evidence. That would come later …


“By seeing them for what they were, I invited their torment. Other people might have been driven insane, but they only strengthened my resolve. I knew they were real. I just needed to prove it. They set my path all those years ago. This is still my world. And I still want them out.”

The room is silent for a moment, but Lyons recovers, lifting his head and turning toward me. “A quick burst can freeze the bravest man in his tracks. Sustained exposure can drive the most strong-willed person mad, or even stop a heart. Whether or not they can, or would, invade our reality isn’t the point. The point is, they don’t need to. We are already at their mercy, defeated without ever really knowing the enemy. But we know them now. The only reason humanity didn’t find them earlier is because we never thought to look.”

“So, these things,” Cobb says. “The Dread. They’re in another dimension. I get that, but how are they able to move between them?” He points at me. “How is he? Is it like an Einstein-Rosen bridge to parallel worlds kind of a thing?”

Several surprised gazes turn to Cobb.

“Doctor Who?” Lyons asks, a trace of impatience lining his voice.

Cobb just grins.

“It’s nothing so grand,” Lyons answers. “And it’s not really a parallel world. They live on the same planet Earth as we do. They’re just … immaterial to us, to our perceptions, like high and low frequencies our ears can’t detect, or wavelengths of light our eyes can’t see. Humanity, and most of our animal counterparts, are capable of detecting and interacting with a limited number of string frequencies. The frequency, or dimension, the Dread inhabit is just beyond our sensory reach. Do you know anything about string theory?” Lyons points at me and speaks to Cobb. “Him, not you. Maybe a documentary while sitting on the SafeHaven couch?”

“Not that I can remember,” I say.

He continues. “String theory proposes that the universe is composed of miniscule vibrating strings of energy.”

I glance at Allenby. “So I’ve been told. Like musical notes.”

He seems to not hear me. “It’s a mathematical theory of everything that attempts to explain how the universe is bound together, including the vast amount of energy that must exist but is unobservable. According to string theory, the world as we know it is just a small part of something larger and unseen. Unexperienced. Traditional string theory reveals there are at least six more spatial dimensions that are hidden from us, on Earth and throughout the universe, though I believe there are more, where the frequencies overlap.”

“B flat,” I say, getting Lyons’s attention. “I call it the world in-between.”

“Exactly,” he says, his eyes moving from me to Allenby. “You told him more than we agreed.”

Allenby raises her eyebrows in defiance, up to the challenge. “That was before we were facing a bull and you sent him off after it.”

Before the conversation gets off track, and I stop getting my answers, I pull it back on course. “So no one has actually seen these dimensions? Not even with computers?”

“There are computer models, and at Neuro we’ve developed methods of detecting the Dread, but when it comes to the larger world they inhabit, we’re still trying to interpret the data in a way that our senses can understand. Based on our limited data, we believe they inhabit a mirror dimension of reality. String theory predicts the existence of pocket dimensions, which would be imperceptibly small, but contain bits of reality beyond our perception. As it turns out, the theory is only partly right. Pocket dimensions exist, but they’re a match for our own, a reflection of our reality. Not a perfect reflection, mind you, but a physical one, meaning the physical laws governing the mirror dimension, time, gravity, mass, etcetera, match the laws of our reality. The rest of it, like life, evolved in its own unique way.”

“But you really don’t know any of this for sure, do you?” I lean up a little to better look Lyons in the eyes. “Everything you think you know is based on what, mathematical models and computer simulations? Even Michael Crichton didn’t believe things like that qualified as scientific evidence.”

“You remember Crichton?” Allenby asked. She’s a little surprised.

“I did a lot of reading over the past year,” I say, and then decipher the true meaning of her question. “Wait, I met Crichton?”

“At Caltech. January 2003.” She smiles. “You were always a fan, but on that day he gave a lecture called ‘Aliens Cause Global Warming’ and warned about using computer models to make scientific predictions.”

“You were there, too?” I ask.