Ash: The Lost History Part 167

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Will you let me finish? Thank you. Whatever it is, whether a sub-atomic phenomenon of some kind, or an energy, I was most certainly exposed to it. I believe it to be stronger the more recently the artefact has become real. The exposure in some way destabilised my own reality. I was unaware of this at the time that I found the ma.n.u.script, of course. Then, with the bombing, with the point where the wavefront would have to collapse in a major way for me - I would live, or I would die - the destabilisation became acute. I became, and remained, a potential thing.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: And you're warning me ... because I've been to the sites at Carthage.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Yes.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: I couldn't tell if. There would be no way of knowing. Tests. Maybe tests of some kind.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: If what I shall call your cohesion has been impaired, you may be in danger.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: If the effect lessens the longer the artefact has been real, then I may not be - impaired. There's no way of telling, is there? Unless I do have an accident, or hit some point of decision ... What happened to you could happen to me. Isobel. The rest. Or it might never happen.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: We must hope for a test to be developed, to determine this. I would work on it myself, but I am conscious that I am not the man I was. A curious thing, to have youth and old age, but no maturity, [pause] I have been robbed, I feel.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: I won't know, will I? If I've been exposed.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Doctor Ratcliff!

PIERCE RATCLIFF: I'm sorry.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Let us hope that no accident befalls you, Doctor Ratcliff.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: This is. [pause] Something of a shock.

[Long pause. Background noise]

PIERCE RATCLIFF: There are currently people doing experiments with probability, on a very small scale. I had two government departments debriefing me. The Americans actually took me off the ship in the Mediterranean. On Christmas Day! It was frightening. I was interviewed over several days. They're still after me. I know it sounds paranoid- VAUGHAN DAVIES [interrupts]: Theoretical progress is being made?

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Isobel's colleagues, they seem to think so. I doubt I can talk to them without attracting more security attention. I just feel - if you're right - they ought to know - someone ought to look at you. [pause] And me.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: I will happily be a subject for study, if it brings us closer to the truth.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Is Burgundy failing to stabilise the probabilities now? Why now?

[Increased background noise. Specialist HHHH enters; medical conversations deleted. Door noise. Long pause]

VAUGHAN DAVIES: [-inaudible-] these minor indignities inflicted by the medical profession. No wonder William became a doctor. Doctor Ratcliff, I know to what the incident in the ma.n.u.script refers. I know what became of Burgundy, in that sense.

PIERCE RATCLIFF [pause]: How can you know? Yes, we can speculate, theorise, but- VAUGHAN DAVIES [interrupts]: I am perhaps the only man alive with reason to say that I know this.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: You have a doc.u.mented history. Asylums, hospitals.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Doctor Ratcliff, you know that I am speaking the truth. I have existed for the past sixty years in - if you like - the raw state of the universe. The infinite possibilities, before the species-mind of man collapses them into one single reality. For me it was a moment of infinite duration and no time. I would need to be a theologian to describe, accurately, the moment of eternity.

PIERCE RATCLIFF [agitated]: What are you telling me?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: While I was in this state of existence - although it is improper to say 'while', since that implies time pa.s.sing - but no matter. As I existed, merely potential, I perceived that among the infinite chaotic possibilities, there was another state of order.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: On a sub-atomic level? You saw- VAUGHAN DAVIES: I saw that I had been correct. I was not overly surprised. You see, I theorised that the Burgundian bloodline, if we may now call it that, acted as an anchor or a filter; preventing any ability to manipulate quantum events. Any so-called miracles or prayer. And similarly, Ideal Burgundy- PIERCE RATCLIFF [interrupts]: The sun. What about the sun?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: The sun.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Over Burgundy! They didn't know why - I don't know - it should have been - If the Wild Machines were reality as we understand reality. Complex structures in silicon compounds might give rise to an organic chemistry, real beings- [pause] Then it should have been dark.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Ah. Ah, now I see. You disappoint me, Professor Ratcliff.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: I disappoint - you - [loud]

VAUGHAN DAVIES: [-inaudible-] - if I may proceed? [pause] No, I imagined you would see it instantly - as Leofric did, albeit he conceptualised it in his own cultural terms. I theorise that the Ferae Natura Machinae bring about an initial quantum disjuncture, immediately the sun goes out. In Burgundy, the Real is preserved - Burgundy maintains the previous, more plausible, state. The world outside is scientifically real, if you like to put it in such simplistic terms, but it is a subsequent reality. Burgundy already forms a quantum bubble: already begins to be Ideal Burgundy. [pause] Doctor Ratcliff?

PIERCE RATCLIFF: And ... oh, I ... And when the skies go dark at the Duke's death- VAUGHAN DAVIES [interrupts]: Precisely! The two unsynchronised quantum realities try to conjoin! The Ferae Natura Machinae striving to impose theirs with the Faris, have it be the only one! Although I had better, perhaps, say interlaced realities- PIERCE RATCLIFF [interrupts]: The Wild Machines, forcing their version of reality, their quantum version, and it fails at Dijon, and then, with Ash- [pause] I should have seen it. No reality is privileged over another, they're all real - except that some are less possible, more difficult to bring about -easier to stop- VAUGHAN DAVIES: Precisely. Ratcliff, I know what Ash did. She shifted Burgundy- PIERCE RATCLIFF [interrupts]: A phase-shift- VAUGHAN DAVIES [interrupts]: Altering it at some deep level, pushing it down - or forward - into the place where reality becomes solidified. Ratcliff, you must see it. She took Burgundy, and the nature of Burgundy, ahead of us -perhaps only a fraction of a second- PIERCE RATCLIFF [interrupts]: Shifted it - a nanosecond- VAUGHAN DAVIES [interrupts]: Where the Possible becomes Real, there is Burgundy. I saw it. That is what has preserved us, that is what kept the universe coherent for us. The nature of Burgundy, acting as an anchor, or a Filter- PIERCE RATCLIFF [interrupts]: So that the ability to consciously collapse the wavefront can never reappear, it's too improbable- VAUGHAN DAVIES [interrupts]: For centuries after it vanished, no historian wrote of Burgundy. With Charles Mallory Maximillian, we begin to remember. But we do not remember, we perceive. We perceive that lost Burgundy has an existence in our racial unconscious, as a mythic image; and it has this because it has a genuine, scientifically verifiable existence as a part of our reality fractionally closer to the moment of Becoming.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Burgundy - really still there.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: To think I had imagined you a man of some intelligence. Yes, Doctor Ratcliff, Burgundy has been 'still there'. Trapped in an eternal golden moment, and functioning as a guide or regulator or suppressor, if you will pardon an engineering metaphor. It filters reality into the species-mind. It has kept us real. Is that plain enough for you?

PIERCE RATCLIFF: What did you perceive? What - [Pause] What is it like, in Burgundy, now? I'd started to think what it might be like. [Pause] An endless court, an endless tournament, a hunt. Maybe war, off in the wildwoods. Their war a living metaphor, defeating the improbabilities pushing in from outside.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: No. That was not what I perceived. Burgundy has no duration. They are frozen, in an eternal moment of an act. The act of making real a coherent world.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Ash? Florian? The rest of them?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Odd that you should concentrate upon the people. It comes of being a pure historian, one would suppose, and having no grasp of science. My perception of the wavefront of probability was far more significant. However, it is true that I perceived minds, in that state of existence.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Could you recognise them?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: I believe that I could. I believe they were the people mentioned in the Sible Hedingham ma.n.u.script. You cannot understand. There is no duration, no action: only being. Burgundy does not guide the Real by what it does. It does not have to do anything. It functions by being; by what it is.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: A kind of h.e.l.l. For the minds, I mean.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: I am here to tell you, Doctor Ratcliff, that you are perfectly correct in that. What I experienced was an infinite duration of h.e.l.l. Or heaven.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Or heaven?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: In the sense that I have directly perceived the Real.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: An ideal Burgundy, is that what you're saying?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Burgundy exists among, and governs the shape of, the Real. It is - or has been - the one true reality, of which we are the imperfect shadows. Good lord, man, does n.o.body read Plato any more?

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Plato wasn't a theoretical physicist!

VAUGHAN DAVIES: These things have a way of soaking into the species-mind. They are in our blood, at a deeper level than Freud's unconscious. Jung's racial unconscious, perhaps. A level as deep and involuntary as the trans.m.u.tation of cells in our body. It is unsurprising if our mythic mind produces ghosts and shadow images of the Real. After all, we do remember Burgundy.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: We remember it now. A little bit in the eighteenth century, then Mallory Maximillian's first edition; then you; then me, and Carthage, and- VAUGHAN DAVIES [indistinguishable: weak]

PIERCE RATCLIFF: [-inaudible-] gradually failing in what it does. Are you sure that that's what you saw? Five hundred years after what she did, Burgundy is starting to weaken, to fail? Is that it?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Yes. I am certain of it.

[Long pause. Tape hiss. Footsteps. Door opens and closes]

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Sorry. Had to go out and walk.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: The chaotic fabric of the universe is strong. Perhaps, eventually, it rea.s.serts itself whatever one can do.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: She did it all for nothing, then.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Five hundred years, Doctor Ratcliff. It has all been over for five hundred years.

PIERCE RATCLIFF [agitated]: But it hasn't. Not if your perceptions were correct. It's been an eternal, infinite moment. And now it's failing. Now, it's failing. Now!

VAUGHAN DAVIES: In that sense, yes. Your archaeological reappearances, at Carthage. This ma.n.u.script. Even myself, I believe. My re-entrance into the Real is a function of the weakening of Lost Burgundy. It must be. There can be no other explanation.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: There are experiments being done in probability. Only on an infinitely small level, but - is that why? Do you think? Are we destabilising them? I need - no, Isobel's people won't talk to me about this, not with the security clamp-down.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: An arc of five hundred years for us, a moment for Lost Burgundy. A moment which is ending, now. The universe is vast, powerful, chaotically imperative, Doctor Ratcliff. It was bound to rea.s.sert itself.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: What happens when Burgundy fails, finally? The end of causality? An increase in entropy, in chaos, in miracles?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: They subject one to an interesting variety of tests on this ward. Between tests, one is left with considerable time. I have devoted much of it - despite William's a.s.sertion that I watch that televisual box - to a.n.a.lysing what the loss of Burgundy might mean. I believe you have reached the same conclusion as I.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: The species-mind will continue to collapse the probable into a predictable real. But eventually, without Burgundy, enough random chaos will filter through, we'll become able to manipulate the Real again consciously - or technologically. There will be wars. Wars in which the Real is the casualty.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Someone's reality is always a casualty in wartime, Doctor Ratcliff. But yes. It is what the Ferae Natura Machinae foresaw. The infinitely unreal universe. If you like, the miracle wars.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: I have to publish.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: You intend to include this in your edition of the Ash papers?

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Once it's made public, it can't be ignored. There has to be an investigation! Do we need to stop performing experiments on the sub-atomic level? Do we need more experiments? Can we reinforce Burgundy?

VAUGHAN DAVIES: You will sound, if you forgive me, like a blithering lunatic to them, Doctor Ratcliff.

PIERCE RATCLIFFE: I don't care, anything's better than 'miracle' wars-!

[Door opens. Footsteps; an indistinguishable number of people entering]

WILLIAM DAVIES: I think that's enough for today.

VAUGHAN DAVIES: Really, William. I believe I may be allowed to know my own state of health.

WILLIAM DAVIES: Not as well as your doctors. I may be retired; I know exhaustion when I see it. Doctor Ratcliff will come back tomorrow.

VAUGHAN DAVIES [indistinguishable] PIERCE RATCLIFF [indistinguishable] ANNA LONGMAN: We need to talk, Pierce. I've been through to the office. We need to make some hard decisions about publication, before the weekend.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: Professor Davies. [pause] It's an honour. I'll call again tomorrow.

[Indistinguishable door noises, noises of chairs being moved]

VAUGHAN DAVIES: [-inaudible-] publish as soon as possible. We need the help of the scientific community. [Tape garbled] [-inaudible-] further investigation on a world-wide scale.

PIERCE RATCLIFF: [-inaudible-] we have no idea, do we? How long we've got? Before it fails completely?

[Tape terminates]

SUBJECT "VAUGHAN DAVIES" REMOVED 02/02/01 TO HHHHHH HOSPITAL FOR FURTHER TESTS AND INTERROGATION.

Afterword.

With the abrupt termination of the Sible Hedingham ma.n.u.script, the doc.u.mentation of these events comes to a close.

It is now evident that a significant change in the nature of our universe occurred on 5 January 1477.

To summarise: at that point, the events of human history up to that date were altered, and a subsequent different history was thereafter perceived to have occurred. It was neither the prior history of the human race, nor the desired future of the 'Wild Machine' silicon intelligences. Whether our history from 1477 onwards is a random result of the 'miracle', or a desired one, it is difficult to say.

Whichever is the truth, what is undeniable is that the ability of human minds to consciously alter the wavefront of probability at the point where it is collapsed into one reality was eradicated. Human existence continued: the consistent and rational universe supported by the human species-mind, and protected and preserved by the altered previous history - the 'lost Burgundy' that remains with us as the memory of a myth.

If not an ideal universe, it is at least a consistent universe. Human good and human evil are still in our own power to choose.

I realise that these conclusions, drawn from these texts and from the available archaeological evidence, will give rise to some controversy. I believe, however, that it is essential that they become widely known, and are acted upon.

The laws of cause and effect operate consistently within the human sphere of influence. What the universe is like otherwise, in other places, we do not know. We are one world among millions, in one galaxy among billions, in a universe so vast that neither light nor our understanding can cross it. What local laws we have here, and can observe, are rational, consistent, and predictable. Even where, as on the sub-atomic level, causality becomes 'fuzzy', it becomes fuzzy in accordance with scientific reality, and not in accordance with random chaos. What is an uncertain particle today will be an uncertain particle tomorrow, and not a dragon. Or a Lion, or a Hart.

If this were all, then while 'lost Burgundy' would be a deeply significant discovery about how our universe is constructed, it would nonetheless be a closed discovery. Ash's decision was made, Burgundy 'shifted', the nature of Burgundy anchors us in causality, and that is where we are.

Except that, as recent events have proved, 'Burgundy' is failing. It is an unavoidable fact that some things that are improbable (in the technical sense of the word) have, in the last sixty years, again become collapsed into a state of objective reality. The archaeological site at Carthage, although current investigations have been suspended, is eye-opening in this respect.

For whatever reason, the nature of Burgundy has changed again; it is perhaps failing, or has ceased to exist. I believe the evidence suggests that this is indeed the case.

I suspect that what Vaughan Davies (in conversation with the author) has reported perceiving is the moment of the change itself. According to his observations, the change no longer 'still continues' - or, for those in it, 'has not ended'. What we are seeing now is the end of that moment. The time between 1477 and now was the period of linear time needed for that one out-of-time moment to end.

What has been necessary has been done. Burgundy, shifted out as a kind of 'spur' of advancing reality into the probability wave, has made this human universe causal.

It may not now keep it that way. The spontaneous mutation of the 'miracle gene' may arise again. A means to technologically alter the collapse of the wavefront may be discovered.

What does this mean for us, now?

Without Lost Burgundy, the species-mind of the human race will continue to do what it has done since we became conscious organic life. It will manipulate reality to be constant, coherent, consistent. Tomorrow will follow today; yesterday will not return. This is what we do - what all organic life does, on no matter how low a level - we preserve a constant reality.

What Burgundy did, however, was to protect our reality from the return of the ability to consciously collapse the wavefront of probability into a different, formerly improbable, reality.

With Burgundy failing, with the complex chaos of the universe merging Burgundy back into the reality from which - for an eternal moment - it was the 'forward edge', then what is to prevent us becoming, as our ancestors were, priests and prophets, miracle-workers and recipients of grace? What is to prevent us developing this in our organic consciousness, or our machines?

Nothing.

Unless the fabric of the material universe is to be put in danger of unravelling, fraying out into entropic chaos, mere quantum soup, then we must do something now.