Capítulo 31: Chapter 31: Journey through the sea of imaginary numbers (I)
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Interstellar Travel Project: Journey Through the Sea of Imaginary Numbers.
What exactly were the two words: imaginary numbers? If the astral plane was a higher order world in which souls existed, and it was also connected to the normal world, then the world that existed between the two was a so-called imaginary world. It was the existence of all possibilities when not observed, but also a place where something could exist when you looked at it.
Yahweh mentioned that it was dangerous to see that place, that you could go crazy. But why did it work that way? Normally it wasn't like that, and if just one person were to observe that place, nothing bad would happen. The question has to do with the real world, which could be called the world of real numbers, as a counterpart to the world of imaginary numbers. The former was a place where all possibilities could exist, while the latter was a place where not all possibilities were possible, but those that were, could be made real and sustainable by human hands.
What would happen when all observable possibilities were seen by billions of people? That was madness. Chaos could only be expected to happen. Therefore, great care had to be taken when moving forward with the project, so that no catastrophe could happen. So, while the ship was a project that was part of the main thing, it was visible to everyone, while the part of the project focused on the immersion in the world of imaginary numbers was carried only by three living people and a God who no longer had powers: Azazel, Sahariel, Jon Snow and Yahweh.
As the days passed, progress was made little by little, with Jon at the center as the one who would make the trip and record all the things that happened along the way. He was not only studying, he was also constantly training with Barakiel.
For the ship, several things were being used: a Vimana, a Skidbladnir with which Jon made a contract, Orichalcum and also the nanomachines that were obtained from the SHPD. Of course, these weren't the only things, but they were the main things.
All the main parts were important, but if you had to pick the most important of all, it would be the Skidbladnir, a ship created by dwarves of the Norse pantheon, the same dwarves who created the hammer of the God Thor, Mjolnir. This ship was very important because of its ability to grow and evolve through the level of aura and imagination of its owner. As long as Jon has the necessary imagination, knowledge, and aura, even a vimana would be unnecessary. But no one leaves things to imagination alone, so everything possible was used.
While the Skidbladnir would be the main part, the core of the vimana would be the main core of everything. The shell of the ship created by the gods, would be enlarged by the Orichalcum taken from the ship DCDE was traveling on, the multi-layered pyramid. Some of that extraterrestrial metal would also be used to repair and improve the Vimana's own existing core.
However, despite all this, the most important thing about the project as a whole, was the way of travel. An immersion never before seen or tested. Even Yahweh, who knew the world of imaginary numbers best, was having trouble finding a way to physically enter. That was the main problem. As long as they could find a way, all that was left was to determine the method of travel, from which they could create the security methods needed for the trip.
Jon felt a little annoyed that it had already been weeks without anyone having an idea. Of course, he couldn't blame anyone, but as someone who was studying, hammering all kinds of knowledge into his head, it was frustrating not to find the solution to a problem. And it was affecting his training, to the point where Barakiel was able to give him a powerful blow to the chest and send him flying, only to be forced to rest afterwards.
Sitting in his room inside Grigori, Jon was a little grumpy as he used the computer with a large holographic screen. There was a ton of information as he continued to write down any kind of idea that came to his head, but nothing seemed to be really useful.
But suddenly, that information disappeared from his view as a call window popped up. Accepting that it was Sahariel, Jon expected anything but Sahariel's true words.
"Jon, you have to get here fast! That crazy bastard Azazel could have pulled this off!"
Without saying anything else, Jon closed all the windows before shutting down the computer and running at full speed. He went through hallways, entered doors, waited for the necessary fingerprint and eye checks until he reached one last door that opened when lights scanned his body. As he entered, he noticed a huge black hole in the center of the room. It wasn't a black hole like the one DCDE tried to create to exterminate everything. What he was seeing was literally a black hole that seemed to be something that shouldn't exist. It was like an empty point within reality. And on the edges, lines formed boxes of different colors, as if they were layers of the same reality broken down into boxes.
"I... see it and I don't believe it," Yahweh muttered. "I knew Azazel was exceptional, but this..."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! That's it! Praise me a little more, you half-intellectual mongrels!" Azazel began to laugh while fanning himself with his hand.
"Azazel, how did you do it?" Jon asked as he walked, hearing the doors close behind him.
"It wasn't as easy as you might assume," now much more serious, Azazel began his explanation. "We've tried many things, even old-fashioned teleportation methods through decay, but nothing really turned out the way we wanted."
"What I did was think outside the box," Azazel pulled a coin out of his pocket and tossed it to Jon, who looked at the object with a confused expression.
"A coin?"
"Yes, a coin. I came up with the idea while I was going to get a can of coffee from the vending machine. If our world called real numbers is the face, then the astral world is another part. The world of imaginary numbers, which father said was a place between the two, then it's what lies in the center of the coin and expands out towards the edges."
Jon made a strange expression as he looked at the coin in his right hand. "You... you tore a hole in reality all the way through the core of our world? Now I fully understand why Sahariel calls you a crazy bastard."
"Do you realize how dangerous that is?" Yahweh asked without shouting, but his tone was clearly reproachful. The gem in Jon's hand flickered as if indicating how upset he was.
"But it worked, didn't it?"
"We now have a method of entry. All that's left is to get in safely without evaporating."
Sahariel sighed a little before shaking her head. "It's still complicated, Azazel. For that, we need to anchor ourselves to the reality of this world and separate ourselves afterwards. I don't know how to travel in there, but I suppose we should also create a method to mitigate the decompression through space-time friction. Ugh, so annoying."
"I already did..."
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Everyone was completely silent when Azazel blurted out such absurd words. When? How? Doing that kind of thing while creating an input method to the world of imaginary numbers was simply absurd. But looking at the old fallen angel's face, they realized how monstrous he was about researching and creating things. Jon was sure that if he had been given a little more time and not focused on the current topic, he would have created his own artificial sacred gear.
"Is it weird that I feel like hitting you on the head?" Yahweh asked.
"No! And I'll do it right now!" Sahariel immediately rolled up a sleeve.
"Wait, wait!" Azazel raised his hands with a grimace. "If you think about it, it's actually not that big of a problem. The separation to enter is actually easy to fix. We just need to verify our existences in this world of reality before entering. And for that we have our own souls, right?"
"This imaginary world contains all possibilities, so we wouldn't really be moving right here, right? The position of our souls wouldn't move in the astral plane, and while making the journey, that position would change once we reach the destination, wouldn't it?"
"You can really think of it like teleportation. If you put a point A on a sheet of paper and a point B on the other side of the sheet, when you fold it… you know, the thing about distance and all that. Father said that an anchor was needed to come out on the other side. So that necessary anchor means that it would change the position of our soul, so nothing bad would happen."
"You know you're not explaining yourself well, right?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, I understand. I'll explain further," Azazel sighed a little as he lowered his arms.
"Let's take point A as our current position and that of our souls in the astral plane. When we perform the existence test on the real numbers, our position will stay here as we travel through the imaginary numbers. Do you follow me?" Azazel looked at everyone, who immediately nodded.
"So... Jon's anchor, the existence that pulls him towards his goal (Point B), will cause the soul's position to change, causing the new position on the real numbers to become the final destination of the journey."
Sahariel frowned thoughtfully. "Wouldn't that leave us with another problem? The ship wouldn't have an anchor, since it's not truly conscious."
Azazel pointed a finger at his brother. "You forget that since Skidbladnir is used as a core for everything, it is tied to Jon's soul. Remember, a contract was created with the object."
Sahariel's eyes widened as her nostrils flared.
"Wonderful... It's good, very good!"
"But wait, I haven't told you the best news of all yet," the old fool looked at Jon with a smile, a gesture that showed kindness and joy on his face.
"Jon, you will be able to return to any point you want in your world."
Jon's eyebrows rose as his eyes seemed to shine. "Y-You speak of..."
"According to father, time doesn't really exist in that place. Or at least, not in a well-defined way. By anchoring yourself to an existence you remember as a young girl, you will reach that point. In short, you will be able to travel and appear a few seconds after you have been transported."
Jon closed his eyes tightly as he placed his hands on his knees. "That's great... so great..." his words came out shakily as he tried not to cry. He wouldn't have to see his brothers' graves. He wouldn't have to deal with years in the future of his world.
"That's great, bro," Ddraig said softly.
"Yeah... it is."
"Azazel..." Yahweh said. "I'm truly proud. Putting aside the danger that creating that hole may have caused, everything else is impressive."
"Huh," Azazel turned around while rubbing a finger under his nose. "Your words don't make me happy, you old fool."
Everyone could tell that every word he said at that moment was a big lie. Azazel was incredibly happy to receive his father's praise.
"Now all that's left is to finish the ship and create the necessary security methods. I don't think it's a real problem though," Sahariel smiled brightly as she adjusted her thick glasses.
"And as for that... Jon."
"What's wrong?" Jon looked at Sahariel.
"You can go take a break for now. The ship can be handled by us. You should already understand how it works with all the studying you did. As well as what it takes to keep you from dying in there. I think you should go see your friends, right? For them it might be a moment, but I think you'll at least spend some time there, on Planetos."
"You... are right," Jon smiled. "I think I should visit Sirzechs and his family. Maybe play some chess with Sona."
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