The atempted time travel

New years eve 1899 David Filby, professor Philip Hillyer and Walter Kempinvited waited impatiently in the cocktail lounge of the home of an inventor friend George wells. Rather put out he was late every now and then they checked clocks and pocket watches.

"Dinners ready gentlemen" said the maid placing meals on the lounge table. "I'll just check to see what's keeping him".

They proceeded to seat themselves at the dinning room table seating themselves in. Suddenly the maid screeched stepping back from the doorway dropping a tray to the floor. She was shocked at who was bracing himself on the post doorway. George was some what the worse for ware, exhausted, and untidy, most of his cloths torn looking as if he'd been fighting for his life. Less than a second everybody at the table jumped to their feet as one.

The guests were shocked at George's severer sunburn face and hands. The tan looked fresh and raw. He staggered in to a barrage of inquisitive questioning. The most asked about was his face and hands.

Overwhelmed he flops into a chair asking for a brief refreshment promising all would be revealed in good time as soon as he had something to eat. He gulps down a glass of wine. Feeling exhausted he plonks the empty class heavily on the table.

"I intended to announce I had stumbled onto a fourth dimension gentlemen". I thought it appreciate on the eve of a new century".

"What do you mean by a fourth dimension?"

"Time Gentleman"

"Time?"

"Yes"

"Time and a forth dimension are you serious"

George takes the glass turning to the maid holding it up to her. "Get me another would you. Stupid me, I couldn't help take a test ride in the machine I built first".

"You built a fourth dimension time machine?"

Gorge takes the refill gulping down. "Yes"

"Is that what caused you looking like you've been in a fight and in the sun to long?"

For the first time George notice his savvier sunburn. He looked thoughtful  "I suppose so" he said as if to himself

"How? Its 'in the middle of winter you know!"

"I don't know. Look. Do you want to know what happened to me?

"Course we do."

"Earlier today I told Judy here I would be in the adjoining shed if she needed me".

There looking like a sleigh with a large disc towering behind the passenger seat was George's invention. Where the rains would be a barrel like control panel with 25mm tall green, orange and red lights.

He went over to a bench scratching a match lighting a candle. He turned his attention to the clock next to it checking the time. Fishing into his pocket he checked his pocket watch. He the took from a cupboard what looked like a child's rattle with a demand head going over to a metal polisher polishing the tip of the handle.

He took it to the machine and places in a slot beside the three lights seating himself in scanning the control panel. After a here we go, he gingerly moved the lever forward. The giant disk rotated a couple of revolutions. Looking from the environment's point of view George seated in the machine seemed to take on a strange frozen in time appearance for a half hour.

After a few seconds George pulled the lever back. The disk ground to a stop.

From Georges point of view nothing seemed to have happened. Through the window panes of the shed window a dress shop mannequin was seen on display across the road in a cool early winters morning. From the shed's perspective as if George had come back to life.

George looked up to the skylight. Though glass panes an overcast cloud of early morning above him. Scanning the rest of the environment he was expecting a change but there was none. Looking round puzzled his eyes fell on the clock. It showed a half hour had gone by in the last couple of seconds.

He spots the candle. It was a few centimeters shorter. George's face lit up. He reached into his pocket checking his watch. It confirmed only few seconds had pasted. From the shed point of view saw George hadn't done anything either.

George's attention turned to the control panel read out. It was clear the clock and counter showed he'd jumped a half hour forward in time in a few seconds. As far as the shed's environment was concerned the machine was a statue all that half hour.

Encouraged our traveler forward the liver. The disc rotated. He kept on eye on the candle flame trickling down in seconds the stick in second, snuffing itself out at the base. The shed's environment saw George as a statue. The candle flame and the hands of the clock as normal. The shed's time was as constant as it always was.

When George's attention shifted to the clock he saw the minute hand moving as fast as a second. That confirmed he was observing a minute into the future every second. The shed only saw George as a solid statue. To George's perspective of the shed's time was sped up.

Our mathematical instinct agrees with George's assumption he was observing the shed's every minute as fast as a second. George realized he was right about the existence of the fourth dimension.

He could never have observed how the shed's environment saw him though. The shed's time hadn't change a beat. It was the machine that was going slow. Our mathematical instinct aggress according the seconds in a minute George was traveling 60 times as slow as the environment second. George was observing the consequence of the clock's minute hand sped up 60 times faster.

If George could have observed from the shed's point of saw he could have realized the sped up of the shed's time was the consequence of him slowed down in time. The constant shed time was overtaking the slow machine time. In other words the slower we go the faster time looks sped up.

George noted if the clock's minute hand was moving as fast as a second he was traveling a minute every second. He would travel an hour by the time the minute had moved full a circle. He would be traveling an hour of time in a minute of his time. He was observing time we normally observe clock hands sped up 60 times as fast proportionately.

For George to observed the shed's time sped up like that, the machine had to be traveling independently slower than the shed's time. In other words if the time we observe normally is a base line the machine was traveling negative time proportionately. The shed's environment would see George sitting in the machine as still as a photograph every second for hours. The slower the machine travels the faster George would observe time go, the more George would look frozen in time.

If inferred cameras were present they would have been able to detect some heat signature we see inferred cameras see our body heat radiating from us. It is the consequence of traveling though time altering the physical nature of electromagnetic radiation frequencies ( or wavelength's if you like ) from the sun.

There is an example that shows how this happens. Take common bed side lamp. They operate on Alternating Current. It is an electrical current that flows in a back and forth oscillation. In most countries 60 times a second ( Expressed in Hertz ) but some others 50. To our eyes and brain, the radiating glow is a steady light.

If George was observing a bulb he would have noticed the environment was cast in a violet color. George would have observed the mains frequency had increased in portion to the speed at which he was observing time.

Our mathematical instinct agrees it is only a matter multiplying 60Hz by 60 seconds of a minute, ( or 60 squared if you like ). In effect, George would see an the radiating glow 3.6kHz ( 3,600Hz ). Mathematics tells us the reciprocal pans out to be a 3.6 micrometer long wavelength. A micrometer is a thousand times smaller than a millimeter.

In fact George didn't need a electric bed side lamp to tell him that. He was all ready noticing the environment color had change. The natural electromagnetic radiation from the sun streaming though the skylight and main window was changing color. All the natural red's, yellows and orange colors had changed into a violet color cast. It was as if the colors had disappeared. The slower he travels the higher the electromagnetic frequencies become the more the deeper the violet color cast became.

By this time George was starting to feel the heat of the Ultra violet light radiation on face and hands just as we normally experience on a hot summers day. But this was new years eve in the middle of winter.

George wondered what this was. In truth the increased frequency of the sun's UV light rays straight from the  sunlight streaming though the skylight and main window. In effect he was being tanned by the normal winter. Traveling a minute per second, the radiation that is harmless to us in normal time flow was now burning Georges face and hands 3,600 times faster than normal. In just a couple of minutes George was expose to UV light though the skylight above him normally in a minute in seconds.

If George was to observe the clock's hour hand to move a division per second he would have to push the machine an hour ahead of the sheds time. The minute would rotate a full circle in a second while the hour hand move as fast as a second. Mathematics projects all the seconds in an hour pans it out the machine would be 3,600 times as slow as the shed's second.  George would be receiving the same amount of normal radiation we receive in an normal hour in every second.

As George went along he was gaining experienced mastery of his machine. He could slow down and move on faster at will. He could come to a complete halt when ever he chose to. As we can see the potential more than a minute into the future every second would cook George Fatally.

In the 1960 movie of the the time machine a minute per second, George had a front row seat of nature sped up a 60 times. Flowers budded, apples of the apple tree grew and ripened 60 times faster then normal. Though the skylight above him the sun raced across the sky at speed. But in reality observing the shed a minute faster than every second the sun was 60 times faster hardly moving across sky. At this rate mathematics projects the equivalent of a month's worth of night day in just one day.

It takes less than a minute per second to observed the shop mannequins across the road though the wide shed window dressed by window dressers changing their fashion like a fast forward video. Ladies waddled in and out of the shop at speed.

A minute per second velocity by now his face looking quite sun burnt. He recognized one woman. He reminisced affectingly on her character. In the movie I saw forty years ago something of interest took his attention a more slim line dress typical of the ten years into the century. He pulled the lever back stopping the machine.

From the shed's perspective George had never left as still as a statue in the last ten years. From Georges perspective observed the environment's time slow down, slowly at first getting faster and faster at slowing down. Finally the shed's time settled down to normal.

From the shed's perspective view the George seem to come alive. George observed fascinated at the mannequin dress. He was looking at an early 20th century woman's fusion. Grimacing "Is that a dress?"

He studied it a minute before moving on. As he moved on from the shed's view point George and the machine looked as if all life was drained away back into a lifeless statue again.

The movie protrude the skylight sun above him arch across the skylight sky at speed followed by some puffy cotton wool clouds sunset and sunrises racing by like a sped up video of the weather. To observe that speed George would have been at a velocity of a day per second. The machine would have been proportionally a second per day as slow as the shed's environment.

Although the shed's time looked faster than a second per minute the slower the machine lagged far behind the shed's time. The more George pushed the machine the more shed's time seemed to shift into the future every second. The movie portrayed hours past in seconds. In reality anything he was warring would have paternally burst into flames a the radiation from the sun and stars.

According mathematics a day per second the machine would be traveling traveling 3,600 times as slow as the shed's time George witnessing the shed environment 3,600 times as fast. If we take the UV radiation from the sun 60 times as normal at a minute per second George would be irradiated by 3,600 times as normal per every second.

The movie I saw forty years ago portrayed night and day moved across in the skylight above him like a fast forward video. Soon he was moving a day into the future every second. Our mathematics instinct agrees adding up all the seconds in an hour projects the machine was traveling 86,400 seconds as slow as the shed's second receiving the same does of radiation we normally get exposed to 24 hours of normal time.

Apart from being burnt to a crisp by now George would have observed the shed second 86,400 times as fast. He would have been irradiated that much  as fast as normal from the sun's radiation in the same normal period. From Georges point of view he was already a month into shed's future where he started a moment ago.

Something else's had happened well before then that ultimately saved his life.

George squinted in puzzlement something rather odd about the shed's environment. It was starting to look as if being distorted inwards in all directions. He begin feel as if he was being squeezed by a pressure of the confined space of being in a bottle. Everything was starting to look and feel heavy feeling squashed and caved in.

Little did George know was a prediction of a Albert Einstein within the next five years from the year he started out will state objects get shorter in the direction of travel the closer we get to light speed.

The future special theory of reality was going to predict the faster we travel the more a body will shorten in the direction of travel. In this case George was feeling the consequence of this in every direction. He was beginning to feel he was squeezed into a box far to small for him. The future Einstein was going to expressed this as a gravitational equivalence velocity produces we express as G-force. ( Coming we express as G's ). It the properties of motion expressed as inertia.

The machine comprising time was creating so much of so fast George could feel  he weight was crushing him. He was starting to feel very uncomfortably heavy by now.

Very quickly our traveler noticed it was getting strangely warm sniffing smelling something's burring. He tried with some difficulty to look round and behind. He was too heavy. He was starting to feel several G's pressing on him in all directions. One G is the weight of our normal body weight. His face was looking distorted like riding a rocket sled at 500kmph.

In front of him the red light was flashing. His wonder soon turned to the panic realizing it was his machine that was doing this.

Little did George know the heat he was experiencing was another natural consequence of physics of time travel. The heat you feel pumping up a tire with a bicycle pump is not from friction you know. It is compressed hot air from you're compression strokes. If you compress something hard enough heats up.

In Georges case the consequence of compressing time shrinking bodies as heat cooks them. The changing air molecules was beginning to suffocate him too. His cloths were starting to tear due to the increased weight of the material to heavy to sustain itself squeezing in on his body.

He was feeling desperately weighed down by the time he got round to acting. Sweating hard he desperately tried to pull back on the lever. Every limb of his body was far to heavy to lift. It was as hot as an oven. He felt waves of closestaphobia panic in confined space squeezing the life out of him. It was as hot as an oven. His heart and lungs protesting his brain only registering couldn't function in a box to small for him. He was gaping for air struggling to breath close to loosing conscious.

From the shed point of view the machine looked as if inside an invisible car crusher was crushing it.

All of a sudden there was a release in pressure the heat starting to dispute. The giant wheel made a grinding metal noise and sparks flew about. Suddenly it stopped stiffly as if it caught a peace of cloth jamming it to a sudden stop. The environment's time suddenly slowed it's velocity the image quickly expanding outwards like a fast inflating rubber raft to normal size. The weight and heat was suddenly gone from his body.

From the sheds perspective the machine stopped folding in on itself. Georges body was able to push against the normal air pressure of the environment the stress of the squeezing weight gone. From environment's perspective the machine was some what the worse for ware looking as if a car crusher tried to have a go at it.

George rested in the battered wreck of the back seat swab all sweaty painting for breath heart pending like a hammer in his chest all wild eyed and lungs still protesting choking and sputtering for breath. Some blood oozed from each nostril. But at lest quickly retiring to normal. George had experience the equivalent pressure of a gravity several times his normal body weigh the same forces we feel riding a 500kmph rocket sled take off.

He reached for his tie ripping it off undoing his top buttons for air. Still panting he looked exhausted to the main window. The dress shop was quiet. The 19th century mannequin display across the road looked reassuring everything was back was to normal.

George sat there his body shaking all over feeling to week to move. He let himself calm down for a moment till he could finally step out. Calming down quickly he examined his surroundings. He could see the machine was in a damaged state. The control panel looked partially distorted like air sucked out of a can bent towards his knees the lights broken and cracked looking partially crushed. He feared he may be trapped in the seat.

He weekly check each side finding to his relief he could just barely negotiate his knees from under the drooping control panel,

He managed to weekly to drag his shins under the control panel stepping out. Out on the floor he felt very week balancing himself on the machine from collapsing to the floor. The machine was still lightly warm. The frame of the machine looked bent inward all directions as if a car crusher had started on it and decided to stop almost immediately.

He felt his cloths all damp and sticky. Unsteady on his feet he flopped to his knees waiting for his heavy breathing to subside.

George thought to himself "Good god it nearly killed me."

Then all of a sudden he felt his sunburn hands and face

Looking at his hands he frowned in puzzlement feeling his face. His first thoughts were "Where's a mirror."

Nursing his sunburns he went weekly to the adjoining door swinging it open and staggered on into the hallway to the lounge.

Steadying himself on the dinning room entrance post he'd interrupted the guests dinner. To the screeching of the maid less than a second everybody jump to there feet as one. George staggered on into the dinner room to a barrage of inquisitive questioning. The first thing they noticed was his red sunburn hands and face.

Overwhelmed he flops into a chair asking for a brief refreshment promising all would be revealed in good time as soon as he had something to eat. They gave him a glass wine gulping it down in one go. Still recovering from his ordeal places the empty class heavily on the table begging his story

The guests didn't know what to make out it.

"I've never heard a tallest tail like in my life. Being able to watch the street like in fast motion. Ridicules"

"Never the less it's true"

"Nobody's going to believe this George"

"Explain my face and hands Have a look at my machine"

"What do you think caused what looks like tome you've been in the sun to long. And the machine to crash stop like that?"

"I don't know"

"What now?"

"The way I feel about it at monument I can't help thinking of the irony what you said to me the other day about destroying the machine before it destroys me"

David looked at gorge as if to say "you think"?\

"The machine's badly damaged. Really distorted. As if some one squashed it from all sides, side to side, long ways top to bottom, you name it. See for yourself The whole framework's badly buckled to say the lest."

Excursing his tender shoulder muscles George was feeling the effects of his ordeal.

"You look exhausted George. You OK?. Maybe you should retire for the night"

"Yeah"

"You should see a doctor about your red face and hands"

Feeling the effects of tender muscle all over his body he weekly stood up. The guests offered support. He said he was OK he'll manage

Pointing to his face "It'll be hard to explain all this to a doctor. Judy will see you out. Good night"

He turned weekly setting off to his bedroom flopping on his bed. Just when he was starting to reflect on his ordeal he suddenly feel asleep.