.Chapter 3 - The Zipline
The Mysterious Crystal
There is so much to tell and I have fallen so behind in the telling that I beg your forgiveness, dear reader, for the torrent of verbiage that follows.It began with a Crystal of immense size and peculiar properties that I discovered in an extremely deep cave near the lead mines of Naica, Mexico. At first I had thought it merely another artifact of the natural processes occurring within the cave but further research into its constitution and properties led me to determine that it was in fact a fragment from the Yucatan Meteor strike that had wiped out the dinosaurs some 65 million years ago.
As I applied various chemicals, energies and vibrations to the Crystal, I began to catch glimpses within its depths of a place I later came to understand to be the Automatic Wasteland. At first I believed I was seeing images of another world perhaps within our own galaxy but certainly within our universe. As events unfolded, however, I became certain that I was looking upon another dimension, another universe entirely and that this crystal had by some incalculable chance come to me from much further than I ever could have imagined.
First Contact
As I refined the apparatus I used to activate the Crystal, I soon was able to move my view across the desolation of the Automatic Wasteland at will. I saw heaps of twisted machineries wherein similar crystals were embedded and came to the conclusion that it was a sympathetic resonance with these crystals and the remnants of their complex mechanisms that allowed such communication to exist. This place could only be the true source of the Crystal that found its way into my hands. With further refinement, I was able to hear as well as see but for a long time the only sounds were a constant ticking and whirring against an empty and derelict wind.
Imagine my surprise when one day while surveying a particularly intricate ruin, I spied a shambling, misshapen figure stumbling across my view. I cried out in surprise and, to my utter astonishment, the figure turned toward me and approached, muttering obscenities and imprecations that sounded to all the world like English, salted with a heavy Irish brogue. Whatever thing or mechanism it was that provided my vision of the Automatic Wasteland through the Crystal, apparently worked in both directions!
The creature was, as I later learned, the Yard Sailor, cast upon the shores of the Automatic Wasteland by a chance gravitic anomaly contained within the great Norwegian Maelstrom. Almost entirely deranged by the experience, it took many long and frustrating months to establish the circumstances of his unlikely fate and enlist his aid in further experiments due to his penchant for conducting almost all of his rambling conversations through refrains and verses of Irish drinking songs.
The Yard Sailor’s tale
The Yard Sailor had been a member of the British Royal Navy for some thirty years without ever setting foot on so much as a dinghy, rowboat or punt, yet rising to the rank of Petty Officer due to his skill in maintaining the grounds of naval officers’ houses and headquarters and in cultivating the various botanical specimens returned to England from all their explorations of the far corners of the world. Yes, that is correct. The Yard Sailor (as he came to be disparagingly known among his fellow seamen) was born in the early 1830’s and vanished as nearly as I can ascertain in our year of 1867 CE. I do not believe that he has spent nearly 150 years in the Automatic Wasteland, however. It is apparent that his travel across the dimensions also involved a dilation or distortion of time itself.
Oddly enough it was a predecessor of Lady Marzipan’s, one Lady Honoré Ticketing-Boothe, who set the Yard Sailor upon the course that was to eventually lead him to the Automatic Wasteland. One afternoon while admiring the Yard Sailor’s legendary roses in the gardens of the High Admiral’s quarters in Portsmouth, her small terrier (Pippin by name) relieved himself on the verdant lawns. Before the aghast Yard Sailor could dispose of the droppings, none other than First Lord of the Admiralty, Sir John Parkington, placed his gleaming leather boot square in it. Within the week, the Yard Sailor was consigned as a common Seaman aboard the HMS Sir Daniel Simmons bound for the Arctic by way of the North Sea.
Off the coast of Norway, the disconsolate Yard Sailor - having enough of seasickness and the taunts and jeers of his shipmates due to his lack of any nautical skills whatsoever - cast himself into the fearsome ocean. As he waited for the frigid water to steal his life, he felt a sudden current beneath him that soon carried him faster and faster in ever-decreasing circles. It was The Maelstrom and he was caught fast in its grip. Soon he was whirling around a tremendous Hole in the Sea and, as he was carried deeper into its horrifying maw, he caught a glimpse of the HMS Sir Daniel Simmons being rent asunder directly across from him. No other man from the doomed ship survived the encounter and that is all the Yard Sailor can recall (or chooses to remember). He awoke in the midst of the Automatic Wasteland and wandered there and about for some number of lonely years before hearing the sound of my voice.
The Zipline
My communication with the Yard Sailor was galvanizing. Now, knowing with certainty that human beings could make the transit across dimensions and survive, I set to work in a fever of invention to construct a device that would allow the transgression and return of a party of explorers. Within weeks I had a working prototype of a coiled quantum singularity that could, by the use of “Heisenberg Hoops,” achieve this end. The primary limitation was that it required a receiving mechanism, a “Terminus,” on the other end. My only ally in this endeavor could be the Yard Sailor but to instruct and lead him through the acquisition of parts from the ruins of the Automata’s machineries and their assembly into a working Terminus required agonizing months of repetition and inhuman patience on my part. Finally, it was only the promise of whiskey and sardines that provided sufficient motivation for him to complete the task.
The Yard Sailor received his reward and used the prototype to return to our world, drunk and stinking of fish. Before he sobered up, I dispatched him back to the Automatic Wasteland with the parts and plans to construct a more permanent installation. Despite my reservations regarding the Yard Sailor's tenuous grasp on reality, his knowledge of the Automatic Wasteland and his peculiar status as a “non-person” in this world made him a singular candidate. I would have gone over as well, and perhaps I should have, to supervise and assist in the construction of the Terminus however, I must admit, I believed the Yard Sailor would have slit my throat at the first opportunity owing to my rather harsh treatment of him in the course of his construction of the prototype.
Over the next several years, I maintained a regular transport of supplies and inducements (primarily whiskey and sardines) and construction materials to the Automatic Wasteland and coaxed, goaded, threatened and tempted the Yard Sailor through the rigors of the fabrication and construction of the final Terminus. Only when it was complete, did I allow him to return to our world and enjoy the comforts of my Redoubt. It was then that I first heard of the mysterious LaSalada, although I had previously come across cryptic references to its existence in my more arcane researches.
The Transgression
At last, all was ready. The Explorers were assembled in the Transgression Chamber of the Zipline Generator, perched atop the Redoubt, clutching their Heisenberg Hoops strung along the glowing coil of the Zipline. As each stepped forward, I threw the Great Switch and saw them propelled at unimaginable speed along its shimmering length and into the Vanishing Point. Across unimaginable distances they flew in mere moments.
The only mishap came when Lady Marzipan lost her grip on the Heisenberg Hoop under somewhat suspicious circumstances. Within mere microseconds of being cast into the infinite deep, she reached out with a vestigial appendage and managed to reengage the Zipline and complete the transgression.
Despite the success of this first transdimensional passage, I knew that my labors had just begun, even as a new plan - based upon the Yard Sailor's revelations of LaSalada - began to shape itself in my mind.