Albert and Jarvis part 34

a tale in weekly parts

This story is open for suggested continuations. I will publish here, with links to your own blog, all I receive. The one I like best will become (or form the basis for) the next episode of this collaborative tale.

You can see the full story so far at this link.

Episode 34

“I have a second cousin?” Xander asked.

“I did tell you this was… is a parallel dimension, didn’t I?” Albert replied, “Weren’t you expecting something at least slightly unusual or inexplicable to come to light?”

“Of course. How silly of me. I had so much notice. I should have thought it through properly, shouldn’t I?”

“Will you employed sarcasm?” asked second cousin Alex.

“I believe I was,” Xander replied. “I think our grandfather owes us an explanation.”

“So will did I,” Alex agreed.

Kr’veth’neq’is, who had so far been silent, asked, “Do you, did you, will you have a sister, Alex?”

“Yes I’ll done,” he replied, “but we didn’t seen much of her. She had tending to disappeared off done her own thing.”

“I can’t wait to hear this… Albert?”

“It’s quite simple,” Albert said, “Terra, in Dimension 8 parallels Earth, and so it seems logical to me that whatever I may have done in your dimension must be repeated here. I have no recollection of the events that must have taken place to give rise to the current situation, so one of two things is true.”

“They being?” Xander asked.

“Either it was not I, but a me in this dimension, or I haven’t done it yet.”

“It must be the first, because Alex looks the same age as I am.”

“Wrong thinking again, Xander,” Albert said, “What have I told you about my relationship with time?”

“Yes, I know. It’s casual. Nonetheless—”

“And what of time in this dimension?”

“It’s random, so… I think I see where you’re going with this.”

“Exactly.”

“How do you cope with it?” Xander asked his grandfather, “I can’t seem to get a grip on anything where time doesn’t flow in a straight line.”

“I had that trouble to start with,”  Kr’veth’neq’is reassured him, “you just have to let go of your preconceptions about the nature of space and time; abandon the strictures of the Einsteinian concepts of relativity and imagine the whole universe as though quantum mechanics were the only model available.”

“You mean apply Schroedinger’s Cat to time?”

Kr’veth’neq’is looked to Albert. “I told you he was smart, didn’t I?”

Alex screwed up his eyes, his brow furrowed and his cheeks displayed a distinct reddening.

“I knowing nothing of this Schroedinger of whom you’ll spake, or his Cat.”

Kr’veth’neq’is explained it to him.

“I will seen what you’ll meant. Like Garfield’s owner both had existing and wouldn’t until the door opening. I am somewhere else.”

And with that, he was gone. More than that, it was as though he had never existed.

“Unkie,” Xander said, “what just happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Part of me has a clear recollection of speaking to someone who turned out to be my second cousin, whose name I can’t remember, by the way, but another part of me is convinced that such a person never existed.”

“Such a person as whom?” Albert asked.

“I have no idea,” Xander said, slowly and with much confusion. “What was I talking about?”

“I think we should get you back to Jarvis, young man.” He turned to Kr’veth’neq’is, “Can you help me with him? We need to get him home. Can you sort his head out on the way?”

“Sure. No problemo,” she said.

Poor Xander had collapsed into a quivering mess on the floor, muttering incoherently; something about trans-dimensional quantum-level randomness.

Picking him up with Albert, Kr’veth’neq’is stroked his brow and said, “Don’t worry about it, dear brother. You can do your doctoral thesis about it when you’re older.”

Xander smiled briefly and passed out.


This story remains open for suggested continuations. All I receive will be published here, with links to your own blog. The one I like best will become (or form the basis for) episode 35 of this tale.


This story was started in response to Kreative Kue 18, issued on this site on 30 March 2015.