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Science the eye Can't See

In a small town in New Jersey, a small barn with the worst lands, homes a family of misfits who create things no one could ever imagine. Secrets live in the soils, surprises hide bunker deep; so why bother repairing the surface? Looks are indeed deceptive.

By Crystal AyersPublished 3 years ago 10 min read
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In the depths of a forest in New Jersey there was a strange old barn, it had no doors; yet it was full of well kept tools. The machines were old, but well maintained, and used often to haul in harvest after harvest. A small farm, surrounded by a creek, endless woods, bountiful fields and cliffs. It was a poor area to cultivate crops, and seemed to have been abandoned long ago. Even so, one family ran a grainery; they dabbled in bakery commerce with a simple name: Feldspar Bakery & Grain. Despite how much product they pushed out, there were no outside farm hands, and no visitors to their fields.

A small family lived in the decrepit barnhouse, the only one who visited town was the granary owner, Mister Jasper Stone. No one in their small town knew when they moved in, where they came from or how long they would stay, but they were essential in the town. The granary paid high taxes and helped with repairs throughout the county. Yet Jasper was like smoke, he was there, yet you could not catch him. As if he vanished into the fields time and time again with his tawny looks it was as if the fields or forests absorbed his entire being.

The Stone family had a reason they didn’t allow outsiders to visit, at the base of some steep cliffs a tunnel was found by the matriarch of their family, Ayano, the youngest genius of her age. They explored the tunnel while working on her main project, an underground laboratory. Some would call it foolhardy, a multi-billion dollar laboratory with equipment that world-renowned scientists would relish, buried hundreds of kilometers below a barn that looked ready to collapse at the sign of a windstorm. Yet, that was the genius that they were planning. Ayano was unrealistically advanced in her creations, she had conceptualized teleportation travel and the physics required to realize it before she hit puberty. Managing to realize the theory and put it into practice before she finished her sophomore year of school.

While carrying around a small accessory she built, whether it be a keychain, necklace, or even earrings; So long as they had the correct mechanism, and were placed in an adequate empty space, she could call her laboratory base from location to location. She could transport something as large as a yacht, or as small as a mouse; including living creatures. Although living creatures would experience varying degrees of side effects from the speed of travel and the molecular alteration they experienced.

When she purchased this farmland, she had merely planned to make a base, yet when she found the cavern in the tunnel her goals realigned.

Ayano allowed Jasper to search the surroundings while she built her laboratory, she had five helpers: Onyx a pale boy with black hair and eyes who had the strength and perseverance to complete any task; Diamond, a tanned girl with platinum hair and translucent blue eyes who was on par with Ayano’s precision planning and wit, she dealt with the metal welding and the infrastructure assembly; Garnet, a deep tanned rebellious looking boy with red brunette hair and gorgeous chocolate eyes with red flecks, he was resilient and detail-oriented, he was in charge of the heavy lifting detail work. Sapphire was in charge of the technical aspects; she had to fill the farmland with technology that would detect anyone, yet no one would detect to help security and prosperity. Then Jasper who was on reckon to explore every possible place in the surroundings; from the tunnels to the woods.

Ore City, was the name of the lab they erected in a barn in the middle of nowhere New Jersey. Aya Cry, a fitting pseudonym for a simple student scientist with bigger ideas than language, the name would be known throughout the science community before the year was out. Far away in the hub of Boston and further in District Columbia to the east, and to the west in San Diego and Seattle were home to the husks of her labs; designed intricately to deceive the masses. A small lab crew made of Ayano and her children. Advanced cyborg-like existences, artificial intelligence that went beyond the young scope of creation. Clones of youthful minds, grown and groomed into unique intelligence. They could grow like children or be aged scientifically, and then grow and age through computers. She had a series of gems other than the five with her in Jersey, a youthful Amythyst who could alter her body to reflect her mood of the day, a lively five to eight year old or a sassy seventeen year old with purple hair and pewter eyes she was the first. Topaz the third was a child who carried both genders biologically and could alter his composition as he saw fit. Their bodies were built with trace amounts of metals twined into bones in a way that could facilitate growth, their veins created as tubes that pushed fluids through them every aspect imitated a human body, they could if needed pass through an x-ray through a metal detector would have to be tampered with; which Ayano made as a matter of course.

In the old barn under what seemed like a bunker, lay the most advanced laboratory that held part in the largest hacking of the government computers since the mid-2000s, their computers processed information internationally and concealed themselves from all sides, there were no voices that could escape if there was electricity nearby. Ore City sponsored several orphanages, several critically ill patients received treatments through their labs and one in four would be free to live outside of hospitals for the first time in their lives, while one in three would find their conditions improve. Ayano advocated for hospitals to stop treating humans as a singularity, each body required different chemistry set to be treated. Everyone has a unique genetic code, and that individual nature is what makes creating cures for destructive and debilitating diseases even more troubling.

However although Ayano allowed her children to do as they wished, outside of when they worked with her, she herself had no interest in curing humanity. After all, to her they were just interesting subjects to watch, perhaps to interact with; Science was her biggest joy; figuring out new ways to create something or creating things like the floating car magnetized to fly without being tethered to wires or wheels, finding limitless possibilities drew her like Icarus to the sun. While she worked tirelessly on the building of her lab, she paid no mind to the others who were not directly involved with the foundation.

It was not until Jasper came to her in haste that she acknowledged him after three days of endless working. With merely a pack on her back that injected her regularly with fluids and nourishment, she didn’t pause her work, not wanting to waste any time. Jasper brought an old parchment scroll that he found and a stone with writings on them, seeing them originally Ayano was ready to disregard them until Sapphire looked over briefly “You should call Ruby over… Those are very old languages.” Jasper saw the interest grow on the face of his creator and chuckled “I’ll get in touch with Ruby, she’ll fly in tonight.” He headed above ground while Ayano started pushing herself harder, installing the technologies before the others worked on the walls. The scientific codes, the structures, and very minute sizes of each nook and cranny were important to the smallest millimeter, each micro detail had to be fine-tuned before it was set or the transport could be impeded and someone could get hurt. Or countless hours of research lost, which would require an annoying amount of recreation.

Above the ground Jasper drove the wheat harvesting tractor across the lands, it was more fuel-efficient than any vehicle on the market; not that it mattered, since the government controlled roughly 40 percent of farmlands by now, and those who owned the high tech machines, would be unable to afford a machine built in these labs right away; considering the rich ores used to produce each one. While monitoring the self-steering vehicle he contacted Ruby through their internal communication chip telling her to call him when she was free. During normal business hours, Ruby worked in IT for government agencies as a white-hat hacker, strengthening them from the inside, once she finished her hours she went to one of their storage buildings to utilize a smaller scale teleportation device to arrive at the farmland within moments. Ruby could translate almost any known language and with time she could decipher most codes, generally in a matter of days. Jasper attended to the farm, Ruby attended to the writings, Garnet left the underground to work on transporting new materials while the darkness was overhead, bringing crops to town and hauling back more metals from the grain warehouse.

Instantaneous movement required an equal exchange of energy from both sources, so Garnet didn’t bother using the system for the materials where Ruby had just moved in; short-circuiting the build site would just prove to be annoying. Garnet was licensed to pilot most commercial and private vehicles from submarines and jets to trains and eighteen-wheelers. Each sibling had a different skill set and each could borrow the knowledge through a chip in their minds, Ayano enjoyed the theory of collective unconsciousness and was studying it to see if anything could be proven scientifically so she made a digital version, of course she said that as the siblings were mostly artificial it didn’t count as unconsciousness persay.

While the construction was wrapping up on its seventh day, the fields had been turned and were being tendered to grow corn for the next season. Finally, the scroll was deciphered; it was easier than the stone tablet. The scroll was old and likely would have found its home in the library of Alexandria given its lifespan, it was written in ancient Afro-Asian language, meanwhile, the stone tablet proved much more vexing; few pieces of this script were kept on the grounds and fewer still were accessible through legal means. Osirian Civilization known for myths such as Atlantis had actually turned up extraordinarily advanced scientific and mathematical engineering millennia ahead of their time, yet many things were lost. Yet this small paper-sized stone was a portion of such written genius. The stone described part of a medical advancement that could improve human lifetimes immensely. Ruby thought in the hands of Ayano, humanity may just realize the leaps they were unable to make before; however, coercing them into following the new path rather than being safe little sheep waiting to be preyed upon was something she would never bother with.

When the sun broke the eastern clouds on the eighth morning Ruby approached Ayano with the findings in the heart of the old barn, at a simple table in a decently built kitchen. Having a light breakfast for the first time properly in eight days the two spoke and dissected the pieces of history that fell into their hands, Ayano’s eyes were like a sunny sky filled with stars, the light celeste of her eyes appeared to be glittering and her tired expression which had turned her skin sickly pallor began to regain its luster merely from mental stimulation.

Although she had no one besides her creations to share her joy with, this barn would soon become the home to her happiness. Farmland creatures scurrying about, a laboratory she could move as she willed and research that could overturn common sense, if her heart had not waivered she would imagine she was heartless. The soft tremors of the ground underfoot proved the eighth day was done. For the next few weeks of school vacation, the student scientist would disappear from the world. Returning only with unimaginable changes in hand.

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Crystal Ayers

Merely an aspiring author drifting by on the tides. Spinning phrases to build worlds to paint portraits to fill space; allowing symphonies of lyrical colloquy to fill the time as it flows.

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