ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» ³ THE SURVEYOR ³ ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ A science fiction short story PART I It takes perseverence to read this story. But the perserver will be well rewarded if they make it to the end. CHAPTER 1 Those surprised bumblebees the Surveyor has humbled upon moving the platform over some patches of clover dividing a few cracks in the sidewalk, are still keeping their distances between the Surveyor's knees. And dandelions are interesting to the ants, knats, and helicopter flies. Hey, wait a minute. Let's look at that one last step again. A sneaking suspicion has begun to dawn on the Surveyor. Now that the rush hour has started. But, back to business. The most trivial parts of the survey work are fortunately over. However a peculiarity that was intuitively glimpsed in a long distance measure that was made only a moment ago using the fantastic platform has caught the Surveyor's attention. So - turning once again to the model of a transparent Moon parked on the end of the platform (with a transparent marker stick running straight up through the middle of the transparent Moon to sight a revolving restaurant at the long distant space needle) - the Surveyor now makes a bold decision. Hmmm, yeah, I think so. The Surveyor has a new idea and with no waste goes right ahead with it. Tapping a few buttons, the Surveyor moves the marker stick just a jump further out, on the platform, to the far outside of the transparent Moon. Gotta be careful, gotta be super duper this time. No fooling around. The Surveyor hums a little ditty while preparing some new things. The Surveyor double checks the platform's place against the curb in the busy intersection, this time making sure the platform is not even a bit of an iota off the mark, where it is supposed to be, tight at the curb. Again the Surveyor takes leg rigid stance at a datapoint position indicated as point (O) on the platform (the mark for an Observer). Very carefully the Surveyor peers through a pinpoint opening in a gizmo which stands upright on a solid brass mount in front of the Surveyor's keen eyeball. Through the gizmo, the marker stick (now just touching the surface on the far side of the transparent Moon), is seen to shimmer slightly, more than before, in the effects of the laser projector. In fact a bright and white wink of very pure intense white light is seen exactly where the transparent marker stick makes precise contact against the outer edge of the transparent Moon's surface. The pinpoint wink is at the Moon's maximum circumpherence, and is also lined up precisely in line with another point of light in the center of the transparent Moon, plus the peephole in the gizmo, and the pupil of the Surveyor's winking eyeball. A perfect straight line links all of the winks in a single, multiple, intense, hot, extremely interesting, very tiny point of scintillating light. In fact a tiny intense dot of pure white light has also winked in the very center of the Surveryor's eye, but no one else noticed. Hmm. Yes. Everything is lookin' good, muses the unusual Surveyor. Straight ahead from the Surveyor's eyeball out though the magnifying pinhole in the gizmo, the points of light are also lined up across a large void, to another wink of pinpoint light, which is at the very center of the tiny, er, large, revolving restaurant at the far distant space needle. But this is a far cry from a perfect world. Someone has pilfered the little manual astronomers use from its hang string on the platfrom, which is why the platform is not functioning like a normal astronomical telescope today. That isn't the worst of the problems. Along the way someone had earlier installed an oscillator crystal with prongs slightly bent in the mother module of the platform's computer, and every time the Sun came out from behind a cloud, the mother board had heated up just enough to spring the oscillator crystal loose in its socket, causing the whole platform to go awry. The Surveyor had had the casing apart and was getting ready to throw it together again and admit defeat by calling in to have the platform hauled away when 'oh ho' the Surveyor had seen the oscillator crystal jiggle. Well, okay, out came the pliers and the oscillator crystal, and with a couple of deft bends on a few thin prongs the Surveyor had had the platform's computer up and running again as if nothing had ever been wrong with it. Not quite true. The program routines written by previous users for observing the spherical restaurant, revolving on top of the distant space needle, are now inoperative. It had begun with a couple of parity errors causing irrationalities solved by re-booting via cold starts, i.e. up and running, then off again. Then the dumb computer's sucker punches had started in earnest. The whole saga through the first hour had begun with; 'bad or hissing missing interpreter'; 'error in landing meander'; and other miserables, prompts that were not user friendly. Not to mention watching all of the Astrophysical Ephemeris Menus get eaten away by increments, until things finally got stuck at 'abnormal program termination'. Some of this had been due to the badly installed oscillator continuing to pop its socket as the Sun warmed the platform, a condition, which, as already mentioned, the Surveyor had finally fixed by using moxie instead of technical expertise, using the clunky pair of plyers, since the Surveyor is in no way a trained expert in hardware lore and the like. And so the Surveyor had gotten back use of the platform's functions, but not its store of other people's programs. Anyway, enough of reverie, back to business. Carefully, the Surveyor adjusts the transparent Moon, minusculely inching it back and forth along the platform ve-ery ve-ery slowly, until suddenly things become lined up most precisely in a most interesting way. Hereupon, the Surveyor records the first of some brand new data facts in the little notebook surveyor's use. In fact the Surveyor is worried about wrong thoughts causing wrong reactions in the population at large and so is very concerned about keeping wrong thoughts at a minimum, as the Surveyor records the truth of what the Surveyor has just observed. Upon completing this first (in a new series of sightings), the Surveyor laboriously hauls the platform backward, to the middle of the intersection. This takes only about six minutes. The platform bumps and thumps over irregularities in the roadbed plus the center-strip curb, until the platform is brought up, nudging to a halt, alongside a giant monument sitting tall and proud in the middle of the city. This is a very patriotic place. The monument has stood here for centuries. One recent addition is that now the monument has huge loudspeakers which play the first eight bars of the national anthem every day the same hour at noontime, at a mind numbing volume which can be heard for miles. Almost as if some strange god is supervising the project, at this precise moment the anthem begins to blare from the loudspeakers, hours off schedule. So much noise! For pete's sake just what I need, thinks the Surveyor, wincing. One day, a Sunday, a janitor had accidentally pulled out a wallplug in the Historical Law Society's head office so as to more quickly clean the president's carpet and the gall darn anthem kept blaring out over the city for nearly a full hour until frantic technicians finally found the plug for the monument's automatic sidereal timer, unplugged in, sticking out like a trick from the twilight zone from under the drapes in the president's office, as the janitor vacuumed away, oblivious. It is because at this point in time the Historical Law Society has total and complete control of the giant monument. Abruptly! the blare of the anthem stops, as convincingly as it had started. Thank GOD, thinks the Surveyor. Having positioned the platform perfectly in place at the very middle of the intersection, nudged alongside the giant monument, a few flakes of rust dusting their way away on the breezes, from the nudge, brushing a few dust motes away from nose and lips, the Surveyor carefully re-adjusts the transparent Moon, with the marker stick still on the far outside - touched to be just intimately in contact with the outer far side of the Moon - to make a second meticulous sighting to the center of the revolving restaurant. Off in the far distance, the ball shaped restaurant (colored bright orange) is slowly descending down the tall thin shaft of the space needle. And finally, the Surveyor hauls everything back one more time, the rest of the way, all the way over to the farthest curb on the farthest side of the boulevard, to make a third sighting to the distant space needle. The Surveyor is keenly aware that moving the platform from curb to curb across the eight lane expanse of the boulevard is proportionately equivalent to moving the Earth exactly to its three key data positions in elliptical orbit; ie. the Perihelion, Mean, and Aphelion of Earth's planetary orbit, in keeping with distances from the boulevard to the distant space needle. An amazing co-incidence! The width of the boulevard the Surveyor has just backed across is about 3% of the distance to the space needle. On the platform the transparent Moon is a new touch, added on the spur of the moment by the Surveyor in a most fortunate intuitional guess. Adjusting the position of the Moon's point of center (and not its nearer face) has also been taken for granted by the Surveryor, when moving the marker stick through three new descrete locations, in accordance to where the Moon moves on the platform, to perfectly superimpose over the space needle (as the platform was laborously backed to different stops across the intersection). The three positions of the Moon on the platform, as precisely noted by the Surveyor in the little book surveryors use, are (LP), (L0), and (LA). The notations are pure common sense: LP for Location of the Moon with the platform at Earth's Perihelion, L0 for Location of the Moon with the platform at Earth's orbital Mean, LA for Location of the Moon with the platform at Earth's Aphelion. What the Surveyor has done, is superimpose the transparent Moon's full cross sectional diameter (as if the Moon were cut cleanly in half like a golf ball) over the full cross sectional diameter of the revolving restaurant (as if the bright orange colored restaurant was cut cleanly in half like an orange), with the Surveyor's platform positioned at the three different curbs that happened to cross this intersection. And so, this just about entirely completes the setup phase, according to the Surveyor's new idea. It is quite a setup. CHAPTER 2 In the beginning, the transparent Moon had been merely parked at a location on the platform pre-marked (M0), for Moon Mean of orbit; an astronomy position which really had had little meaning in all of the previous surveys completed by many hundreds of thousands of professional observers over the centuries and eons. But this time the Surveyor has decided to measure EVERYTHING relative to the Moon's mean of orbit (M0). Hence the other measures (LA), (L0), and (LP) which the Surveyor has recorded for the Moon's closest, averaged, and farthest distance offset from the Surveyor, and relative to (M0), when then looking beyond through the lined up pinpoints to the distant space needle. So, (now noted by the Surveyor), in each of the three new sightings the transparent Moon (technically the marker stick) has moved (jumped) by a perfectly seen length, departed inward from (M0) and the far end of the platform toward the Surveyor, by precise amounts which the suveyor is now calling the (X) values. This gives three new datas: XA, X0, and XP. This is thick, thinks the Surveyor, but will be of intense interest to anyone who is monitoring the leaking private thoughts. Each (X) measurement has been read on a very accurate illuminated scale on the floor of the platform. There is one thing that has no question, this platform has been made for utter precision. The Surveyor is able to trust the platform's accuracy implicitly. Now, inspecting the (X) datas the Surveyor has recorded in the little book surveyor's use, a surprise! The Surveyor finds that (X0) has increased over (XA) by exactly ONE Earth radius in value. A surprise again! (XP) has increased over (X0), again by ONE Earth radius, exactly ! (?) In other words, the incremental shifts of the Moon's orbit with the platform in the three obvious positions at each of the curbs that cross the boulivard (which co-incidentally match the distances of the Earth from the Sun in Earth's orbital eccentricity distances from the Sun), turn out to be very equal to the very size of the EARTH itself! Or so it seems. It means that intuition has just been vindicated, by abrupt facts that are tantilizingly at hand. Or so it seems. But wait just one minute here. The Surveyor has modified the original intention of the platform. Originally, the marker stick was located precisely in the middle of the transparent Moon. But now it is outside it, placed against the outer skin of the transparent Moon, on the far side, extending away from the Surveyor. Furthermore, when the platform was first switched on, the transparent Moon's position had appeared in the illuminated little view window in such a way that the crosshairs were right in the middle. This is what the makers of the platform had pre-marked as (M0) (the Moon's mean of orbit) at the front end of the platform. This is the device's established referencing constant for Moon orbits, a convenience hardly anyone in the industry uses these days. A few seconds of calculations of the kind that surveyors do, reveals that (relative to the marker stick's home position at M0) the marker stick here touching the far outside surface of the Moon, has actually moved by: XA = (M0 - LA) = (+1 ER - 1 MR) X0 = (M0 - L0) = (+2 ER - 1 MR) XP = (M0 - LP) = (+3 ER - 1 MR) In other words the Moon actually did move in leaps of exact multiples of the Earth's RADIUS, with each jump reduced by the one small single increment equal to the Moon's radius. This is real. No fooling around with the facts. The shifts the Moon has to make are increments that can only be the size of the Earth's radius. In and out by Earth radii, in precise amounts, as the Moon moves in and out, focusing upon the distant revolving restaurant, this is exactly the mechanism the Surveyor has just discovered. The Earth's very own image fits right in there in the middle of the whole fiddle like a fundamental ball bearing, of all things. What a system this must be! And it hasn't even been discovered yet! Now this, ah, must be a system, and, ah, it is not really difficult to imagine, or to discover it, the Surveyor is thinking. For instance: (M0 + 1 MR - 1 ER) = LA, where (MR) is the Moon radius, and (ER) is the Earth's radius. And the + 1 (MR) Moon radius comes from having moved the marker stick from its position at the center of the Moon to the outer skin of the Moon, er, moved to the far outer surface of the transparent Moon. A bit of sludge is gathering between the two brain hemispheres. Otherwise, the Surveyor is definately on a new roll. Thinks the Surveyor. That was not a bad idea, thinks the Surveyor, to move the marker stick from the center to the outside of the transparent Moon. It means the worst is over. My observations are now logically correct. Sort of. The Surveyor isn't going to argue with the above facts; that the Moon has shifted in orbit in whole increments precisely equalling the Earth's radius (corresponding to the three sightings made with the platform being backed to those three positions at the curbs crossing the intersection); since this is the nature of a surveyor's job, to find the facts. Oh hey yes, what interesting facts. Secrets long intuited are finally beginning to spool themselves into the Surveyor's outer mind for the first time, much to the Surveyor's delight. Well, well, well, says the Surveyor. Everyone ignores the voice. Actually, at this moment everyone is ignoring the Surveyor, even though the Survery had spoken openly aloud at this moment. Obvious to the Surveyor is that somewhere along the way, some architect did a most remarkable job when laying out this remarkable city, despite its old and gummy look through most of its terrain surrounding the giant monument. Rather than folding up the platform and calling it a day, the Surveyor has been challenged by these new and very unusual datafinds in the city's inner/outer limits. The intrinsic layout is becoming spectacular, behind the scenes. For sure. Civic officials, who'd hired the Surveyor on behalf of the Historical Law Society's make work project, were not expecting new datas, beyond re-affirming a few known physical measures between the intersection's old curbs to the new distant space needle. Specifically, the astronomical unit, measured between the giant monument in the middle of the intersection to the space needle, is to be reconfirmed in light of a new monorail track now being built all the way out to this intersection from the space needle, literally the track is going to pass under the Surveyor's feet where the Surveyor has been standing at the intersection, so to speak, when the new monorail track is finished. The transparent Moon in front of the Surveyor simply wasn't needed to fullfill the observational mandate. Selecting the hologram for erecting a tabletop Moon, and peering through its point of center to the revolving restaurant, was the Surveyor's own idea. In fact, even the peering by the Surveyor to the very center of the revolving restaurant was the Surveyor's own original idea which had started the hole ball rolling, so to speak. The job is being made easier by the new monorail. Its nearby right of way ends less than half a block away, but extends in the air in a spectacular feat of engineering in a perfect straight line out across the valley to the space needle. The nearby clatter of a jackhammer momentarily ripping bedrock here at the new end of the monorail is disturbing but not distracting. The hammer has just removed a boulder that was in the Surveyor's clear cut view to where the escarpment drops off beyond old buildings to the newly opened panorama beyond. Out there about 1/3 of the way across to the space needle is where the finished portion of the monorail ends, in the middle of a very modern transportation station. This is built inside a giant transparent clock. This clock is so big it's face can be read from the sky by aircraft. In the distance can be heard a smooth running train on its way from the station to rendezvous with the descending revolving restaurant. CHAPTER 3 Despite the heat - the traffic in the rush hour - the stink of exhaust, the nearby bang and shudder of extended express buses hitting big potholes, the platform getting in the way of the traffic cops trying to keep things from going akimbo in the eight lane boulevard - the fabulous platform itself now starting to attract a few kiddy bystanders - bumblebees hustling their cargos around the kids at knee level - the concise message on the pocket pager from the Historical Law Society demanding to know why the Surveyor isn't on the way back to the office with the A.U. (Astronomical Unit) measurements; all this is totally ignored by the Surveyor. The Surveyor decides to take another run at making the measures called (X) again. Even though today's work schedule has run its course and there is no extra money in any budget anywhere for brand new ideas, the Surveyor realizes that it would be foolish to quit now. From here on the Surveyor will have to do the work solely according to curiosity, rather than to job resume or other people's career urges, or misleading ideas, or to theoretical portfolios that take time but lack real content. The Surveyor is on a roll. Fast working because it is a time urgent situation, the Surveyor leaves the platform where it is, here at the rear curb, (the (EA) location), and thinking for a minute, peering straight ahead with a finger poised in the hair, suddenly decides to try an alternative proportion. It is to duplicate things doing the previous equations in reverse, using the (X) values found corresponding to the (LA), (L0), and (LP) lengths for the Moon orbits as have just been found in the immediate prior sightings. The purpose this time is to see just how precise at the nitty gritty level the newly observed Gravitic alignments in the sightings really are. This time the Surveyor gets intelligent, and takes a moment to erect a second marker stick, this time rising up through the center of the transparent Moon to the Moon's top. This second stick will measure any changes in the size of the Moon itself, as it shifts back and forth along the platform. Whereas the first stick (against the outer surface) will still measure precisely the Moon's real distance from the Surveyor, relative to the Moon's mean of orbit (M0). Selecting the averaged value for the radius of the Moon, the Surveyor takes the ratio of the (EA) distance from the rear curb to the space needle, and divides this by the radius of the revolving restaurant at the space needle. And multiplying this ratio by the average radius of the Moon, finds that the shift of the transparent Moon by (X) from (M0) on the platform, is slightly greater than the Earth's equatorial radius, minus precisely one Moon radius in value. Ergo. Oh ho. Yes. The Surveyor tries a different route in calculating the proportion. This time the Surveyor adds the Moon's equatorial radius to the (M0) mark on the platform, subtracts the Earth's equatorial radius, and divides all this by the ratio of the (EA) distance to the space needle, over the revolving restaurant's radius. And finds, oops, the result is the Moon's average radius, not the Moon's equatorial radius. Hmmm. Well, the third try is no luckier. In the third try the Surveyor uses the Moon's averaged radius instead of the equatorial, and finds that the Moon's average radius is still the resulting size of the transparent Moon on the platform. Except this time the result is one more digit, accurately equal to the real Moon's actual averaged radius. Fortunately surveying a system is not like looking for numbers in the great pyramid. The Surveyor is not interested in taking a chisel to some of the apparatus on the platform to make things fit a futile idea. And the Surveyor knows this platform was built for precision, so there can't be any fault in its utterly precise measuring. In conscience this Surveyor isn't the type to fudge a measure to make it fit a theory. The Surveyor doesn't have a theory so there is nothing to fudge. Honest to the core, in conscience the Surveyor can not hold out false datas, nor submit a fake claim for overtime. In pure honesty the Surveyor does the obvious next thing. The Surveyor laboriously shoves the platform forward again to the middle of the intersection; the (E0) location by the giant monument; and after pausing till the winded grunts subside, does a sighting as before. This time it is again equivalent to observing from the Earth's mean of orbit. Only this time the Surveyor adds one average Moon radius to (M0) and subtracts two of Earth's average radius and, dividing this by the ratio of the (E0) distance to the space needle divided by the radius of the revolving restaurant, comes up with, hmmmm. It is the Moon's polar radius. Very well, since C must follow B which follows A if a structure is at work in a system being surveyed, sure enough, after huffing and puffing to haul the platform forward again to the first curb nearest the cut in bedrock (i.e. to the (EP) distance equivalent to the Earth's Perihelion of orbit), and jiggling the deck to get the platform centered the last heck into place on its bounce mounts, and changing the terms in the computer's magnifyer to (M0) plus one Moon polar radius minus three Earth polar radii, whew the Surveyor finds that sweat is the result. Actually, the Surveyor finds that a Moon radius that is slightly less than the Moon's polar radius results as the size of the transparent Moon on the platform when now looking in the eyepiece gizmo through the Moon to the revolving restaurant at the distant space needle. The lessness is fortunately not great. It is less enough that the Surveyor can see that a structure in the system is now obvious. The ratio between the Moon's actual real equatorial radius over polar radius, is the same as the ratio between the Moon's average radius as just calculated, and the new low radius as just calculated. Gee, let's think about this. Average to the Surveyor means one half of the equatorial plus polar radii. And precise to the Surveyor means right to it, no percentage of error whatsoever. But the real nice thing is that using increments of 1 Earth equatorial radius for the (LA) Moon position for observer position (EA), and 2 Earth averaged radii for the increments for the (L0) Moon position for observer position (E0), and 3 Earth polar radii increments for the (LP) Moon position for observer position (EP), tightens up all of the observations to a hyperfine status, where the polor vrs equatorial radii of the Earth itself, appear in finite incremental shifts of the transparent Moon in its two descrete jumps along the deck of the platform. And similar for the 3 radii sizes of the Moon itself in its three different locations. These all are the ultimate result of using ultimate accuracy in the observations. Three different radii size for the moon are (as of this moment, for the first time), easily calculated, directly. Which leaves the question of the chisel. Instead of sharpening a few tools to carve a few mental chips off (say) the revolving restaurant, the Surveyor uses wits instead. In the little book surveyors use the Surveyor studies the handwritten facts. Looking closely at the three downshifted Moon radii resulting from the proportions, the surveyor sees something very interesting. The transparent Moon's averaged and polar radius as just calculated are just slightly larger than the Moon's actual average and polar radii. And there is that other low value calculated from the (EP) distance. There is a series of FOUR Moon radii involved. Either that, or something is awry in the proportions, so that the structure is not ideally perfect. Despite the glands changing the looks of the traffic cops' faces - glaring while staring at the Surveyor, wondering what could be so important a project as to tie up so much of the routine through this city's established and busy historical district during the rush hour - the Surveyor ignores the fact that the cop's pay comes from the Historical Law Society's ratepayer's association who manage this well known site in the big city. Oblivious to others in the work force who are waving their arms like windmills, the Surveyor thinks on. A bit of street theater is beginning to unfold. A young priest, or is it a layperson practicing a personal ministry, comes along and says; why bother, OUR lord has done it ALL. It says so right HERE in the bible, the bible says EVERYTHING you need to know. And proceeds to whap a cop in the face with a well thumbed black book. Blink blink blink blink. A major ego condition in the form of a cross with a grotesque corpse made of metal swings in miniature in a dangle from a jewelry chain around the person's neck. A passerby noticing the condition comments: imagine if it had happened today and people walk around wearing miniature electric chairs. The layperson starts to quote religious epithets at a speed faster than anything. The Surveyor ducks so that a cold wet hand can't be clamped on the Surveyor's forehead. It IS getting busy here at the intersection. Talk about interference. Holy smoke a moslem steps forward and says; no no THIS is all you need to know; whipping out a copy of the koran. Right on cue in the form of an amazing co-incidence, along comes an amateur astronomer with a whoopie university degree, and whipping out a copy of a torn ephemeris promptly gets into an argument with the moslem and the lay preacher. What a co-incidence. In the beginning there was light. In the beginning there was a big bang. In the beginning there was a whale on a turtle's back, says someone else walking by and tossing in their two cents worth. A member of an eastern sect gone western eases up and stands witness to the debate, saying again and again softly its all in some guru's mind. Meanwhile the kiddies are having a good time, trying to stick their fingers in the transparent Moon and finding that they can. Ah ha, the Surveyor has just found something in the figures. What the Surveyor has just found is that the Moon's radii can be made into two sets: those that are real from the oblative Moon comprising MR(EQ), MR(AVE), and MR(POLAR). And those that have just been factored from the gravitic proportions using the platform, comprising MR(AVE+), MR(POLAR+), and MR(LOW-). In mingling the sets, two sequences are found in excellent approximation though not perfect agreement: 1. MR(AVE+) - MR(POLAR+) = O1 ; MR (AVE+) + 01 = MR(EQ) 2. MR(POLAR+) - MR(LOW-) = O2 ; MR(POLAR+) + 02 = MR(AVE) Maybe the current size measured for the Moon is a few hundred meters too large, thinks the Surveyor, briefly. At least here is wisdom in the Moon's four proportionate radii, the Surveyor says smiling to the arguing scientific and religious me-firsters who are quarrelling around the platform, oddly enough pulled in by the Surveyor's own higher frequencies. Huh? someone says in a pure act of intuitive spontenaity, then turns back to the disputes. Say, another idea occurs to the Surveyor. It is that, the material perspective of this whole project might be subtly misleading. I am standing on a surface and looking past a marker stick sticking up to the heights of the Moon's diameter, to sight along a cleared right of way along the monorail track to the far distant revolving restaurant which is currently riding part way up the distant space needle. To begin, no matter how I arrange my apparatus on the platform, I can't get a total covering of the restaurant by the Moon, unless I raise the marker sticks' measure portion slightly, in order to make a direct line of sight to the restaurant. Or better yet, tilt the platform slightly. And even then I can't see clearly all the way inside to the restaurant's point of center without introducing accommodating circumstances. Gotta keep the ascent and decent rate for the restaurant accurate too. Otherwise I get an annular sighting. A devastating problem. So I've got to compensate for the slight tilt of the restaurant's spin axis pursuant to looking up from the horizontal, while synchronizing to cross sectional diameters that stay vertical. So if my marker stick was suspended horizontally way up in the air I would get minusculely more accurate readings. If I wait till the revolving restaurant drops to ground level for a new load of patrons, I can dismiss fiddling with both the horizontal and annular heights of the marker stick and bring the stick vertically down to base level with the platform. Also I could then see direct right into the center of the restaurant, I could actually see its point of center to the last decimal point. Okay, this solves the devastating problem, I'll simply dismiss the TILTS. Fortunately, that also dismisses the motion. Actually I'm standing on a surface which cuts a geometry plane in half; the pavement and cluttered turfs behind me slicing through the city, the sky above, the earth below. But actually the slice of the plane has an inexorable curve to it but ... oh nuts what is THAT thinking going to lead to, it is so minuscule here in these sightings as to be meaningless. The Surveyor abandons the idea. Curvatures don't count either. Bumblebees, the engineer's impossibility and youngsters delight, go about in lazy circles through the weeds and pits where the street pavement meets the curbs where the sidewalks end. The weeds and pits are a nuisance, like old ideas which cling like hell and have to be ignored. It is not easy hauling the platform over the potholes and across the dusty weed clumps. Not to mention the bedlam that comes with the name of the intersection, which happens to have the names of 'Peace and Bedlam'. CHAPTER 4 Suddenly, a different idea occurs to the Surveyor. It is one with a strange way of working its way into inner daylight. It comes in a kind of funny jerk felt in the Surveyor's midrift made by muscles that ordinarily don't move except for hiccups. What if all of this is replaced by something as ordinary as solid marbles? The trigger had been kids standing in a cluster swapping marbles. I'll trade you these small ones for this big one, says one. I'll trade you this big one for those small ones, says another. And so on. The Surveyor has been too busy otherwise and not paying attention, but saw marbles change hands. And suddenly the Surveyor realizes that marbles are no longer the name of the game. If solid marbles are lined up on the floor of the platform they cannot duplicate the kind of observations the Surveyor has just been making using the transparent Moon. The problem is PARALLAX. If a small and big marble are lined up so that one perfectly superimposes the other if down there on the platform floor, one eye closed, bum in the air, sighting, the superimposures empirically cannot occur through the points of center of the two marbles. Any idiot can figure out why. And yet physically it is not impossible. For instance, what if the marbles are made of clear glass. Then they CAN most certainly superimpose perfectly from center point to center point through their full cross sectional diameters. Now isn't THAT wild! Yes yes the Surveyor is wailing away on this idea, and then just as suddenly, gets a grip on a little finger. Holy smoke I've just calculated the equatorial and polar radius of the EARTH! As well as the small to large radii of the Moon! Using nothing else but trigonometry proportions in pure plane geometry, in a universal frame of reference. Don't forget, the Earth and Moon radii are 'articulated' sums in the descrete differences between both the heights, and locations, of the two marker sticks, when each is making contact with the top of, and the circumference of, the transparent Moon, when the Moon is at its three different positions on the platform. ARTICULATED? Bad word choice. And dumb too. My how the intelligence gets slowed down just trying to define concepts. Let's leave the definitions for later and concentrate on the questions. It comes down to a short stack of mathematical equations. The Surveyor makes notes rapidly. Fortunately, no one else will have to read the handwriting. And then a pause for more thinking. Such structures within the big city between the revolving restaurant and here at the intersection are facts that are very thought provoking. It tells me a higher intelligence has been very busy making an imprint of a much larger system for this city. Mmmm, here is definitely a metaphysical structure. It certainly has information I know I can use, but cannot EMPIRICALLY ever see in outer space, if solid bodies are involved. I can never physically see the points of centers line up by binocculars nor other measuring equipment, no matter how hard I twist or fiddle. No facts to empirically see. But definitely something is here to see, in the mathematics of the proportions. Ergo metaphysical. The empirical problem is there is not a transparent object out there in the orbit of the Moon. Otherwise, the mathematics are perfect. But wait, this is no problem. The Moon is only solid in visible light. It is transparent in radio waves and so on. So apparent solidness is not the real problem. The real problem is, to whom on Earth can I go to to show such brand new metaphysical information to? Metaphysical to the Surveyor has suddenly taken on a new meaning; it can now mean: Here in the fabrics of the creation, but not here in the empirical manifestations of observed solids, which now, obviously, suddenly turns out to be a very limited, local, not global point of view. That which appears solid to photon light is by no means the limits of the universe. Forming new thoughts for a planet's language is not like forming new language for the planet's thoughts, thinks the Surveyor in a moment of philosophical speculation that runs sideways a few steps then screeches to a stop in short circuits. Oh what the heck. The problem realized by the Surveyor is that this world is, ho hum, inclined to be well, lazy, not much interested in anything new that can't be smelled, touched, tasted, heard, or seen by the five physical senses, regarding anything the size of a Moon or planet, or larger, like a Sun. Except for religions. Religions can be big enough that anything goes. Including make believe logic. Which is just as foolish. Witness the meely between the religious and astronomical philosophies. The Surveyor knows that religion can't be wholly known until a true astronomical Reality is known. And astronomy can't be wholly known until the true meaning of life in Creation has been revealed in the first place. The problem goes back a very long way to when everything was built according to this central intersection - the home of the first parochial worshipping station - and all of the traffic was seen to be circling around the joke at different speeds like mistakes around a concept called god. All that of course has changed in basic point of view over the centuries since the first giant monument was made at this intersection, with humans carving themselves as intrinsic at the center of existence and the universe, with god circling the joke like a merry go round. But a motherload of incredible new information hidden within the foundations! CHAPTER 5 At this point a whole new idea suddenly hits the Surveyor with a whop. Holy smoke, what might I find if I check the oppositive perspective? I never even thought to check for intrinsic symmetry! Enlisting the help of the kids, the Surveyor lugs the platform back to the middle of the intersection, alongside the giant monument. This takes a moment. And soon, everything is ready for the hard part. First, the transparent Moon is made to suddenly disappear from the front end of the platform. One button on the platform did this. Now to swing the platform around. The Surveyor waves to the kids to come and lend a hand. It takes a few grunts and wheezes to get the platform to start pivoting on the spot, until the kids get the message that the best place to push is at the thing's corners. In its swing-around the platform just barely grazes the giant monument, just enough to knock loose a bit of dust in the grime, leaving a small scrape in the monument's lifelong corrosion. A couple of deep clacking cracking sounds are heard in the grazing, reverberating in the roiling air of the murky ether's of the city's thought structures. This giant monument known world wide as the famous 'astronomical unit', was the first milestone monument of the modern age. But these days, hardly anyone notices the name plate carved in brass by ancestral hands at its base, so much is it given importance, while being taken so much for granted. As for the Surveyor's platform, the end with the attached holo-projector apparatus and control box is now at the farther end. Actually this is now the closer end to the distant space needle. In symmetry, the Earth and Moon have simply switched places in Earth's orbit, with the Moon's (M0) mark at the moment now at the Earth's orbital mean datapoint in the middle of the intersection. And the Earth (not yet visible as a holo image) is now at arm's length so to speak, in the orbit of the Moon. Empirically, the locations marked (M0) and (O) have exchanged places. The Surveyor now takes stance at what is, or is it was, (M0), to peer through the eyeball gizmo to what was (O), or is it now (M0). Who really cares? The problem is that the swing-around simply won't work because of the human made platform. Can't get a sphere to form at the other end of the platform. With more grunts and wheezes and gleeful shouting of orders amongst the kids, they get the platform turned around again and this time the Surveyor uses technology instead of a ridiculous whim to set the new stage, to establish new parameters for a new round of experiments, to check to see if there are greater symmetry principles involved in the solar system. Upon re-adjusting the controls of the laser projector by a few kinks, using a screwdriver and a patch cable taken from the tote bag to make it happen, the Surveyor now taps a few keys. And suddenly an actual transparent Earth suddenly forms into place, a little sluggishly, on the forward end of the platform where the Moon used to be. The transparent Earth being larger partly hangs out in space beyond the fore end of the platform, to the glee of the kids who try to stick their fingers in the transparent Earth and find that they can. Oops. Wrong place. The image of the transparent Earth generated by the laser has popped up at the Moon's apogee of orbit, the farthest out from the Earth the Moon can go in yearly orbit. And this position has no use whatsoever to the Surveyor. It only takes a few seconds, jiggling a toggle joy stick, to ease the shifting transparent Earth more inward, to bring the shifting jiggling image to a stop at the (M0) mark at the Moon's mean of orbit. Whoopie shout the kids, do that again. Uh uh not now, mumbles the Surveyor, sweating some from the last few exertions in the heat blasts of today's bright hot daylight. The Surveyor now looks up to study the situation. All this time there has been sitting out there, (between the platform and the distant space needle), the glass clock. This is some clock. It sits on a thin pedestal, high above the plain instead of on top of a solid tower in the usual sense. It is of such state of the art that its clockface is a huge transparent disk big enough to be seen by aircraft. Its face faces the Surveyor right on. It is a huge circular clear window. Through it, beyond its far side, can be clearly seen the distant space needle and its revolving restaurant. Front to back the glass clock is hardly any deeper than it is wide, formed as a glass cylinder of such clearness that anyone can see right through it. Actually, you can see right through the glass clock almost like it wasn't there, except for the people inside. The people inside are waiting for the monorail train from the distant space needle. This is because the glass clock is (as already mentioned) a fabulous monorail station. And now it is time to emphasize something else. It happens that the glass clock is aligned directly between the Surveyor and the space station. So much so that all of the previous sightings have been made right through the very center of the glass clock as if the glass clock wasn't there. Straight ahead, through the cut in bedrock, the Surveyor's line of sight runs right through the central axis of the glass clock plus further across the panorama into the very center of the distant revolving restaurant, which is now slowly settling to the base of the distant space needle. Like sighting along a long narrow perfectly straight arrow. The finished part of the monorail ends at the closer end of the glass clock, a small lick of new track like a tongue sticking out, sticks out in space aiming straight toward the Surveyor. The unfinished monorail proceeds in a cleared path straight on in toward the Surveyor, ending just short of the platform in the cut in bedrock conveniently rended between old buildings in such a way that there is a bird's eye view from the Surveyor's keen eyeball, through the pinhole in the eyepiece of the gizmo, on past the wink of pure purple white light in the center of the transparent Earth now sitting near the far end of the platform. And on across the panorama to the end of the monorail track which juts from a tiny round hole in the very center of the clockface. The surveyor has had to raise the eyepiece gizmo by a tiny amount to re-align the sightings with the slightly larger Earth. But now, all is ready. Oops, forgot to erect the transparent marker stick inside the transparent Earth. The wink of white purple light is the headlight of the monorail train, now coming straight this way from the space needle toward the glass clock, a journey of about six minutes. The Surveyor fiddles with the platform's controls. Fiddles some more. Sure enough a vertical line slowly starts to climb eerily from the platform floor up through the transparent Earth, through the centerpoint wink of light, coming to a stop at the very top at the north pole of the transparent Earth parked vertically upright in the Moon's orbit. The vertical line's passing through the center wink in the transparent Earth happens to be so precise, that a new spot of pure clear white light forms within it, where the marker stick makes contact with the Earth's geometrical point of center. The Surveyor knows this new point of light is not machine made by the platform. It is image made. For instance in a cube and sphere (six sided figure) crisscrossed by three symmetrical diameters, if the three diameters perfectly intersect at the cube centerpoint, the point of intersection will utterly disappear, replaced by a wink of pure white light marking the point of center perfectly. But this only happens when the width of the lines are crisscrossed in perfect symmetry. Any line even slightly out of place and there is no hot wink of pure pinpoint light in such a hand drawn image. This the Surveyor knows. Now that the marker stick is in place, the Surveyor pauses to get things ready for the next stage of the setup. Pecking for a moment on the control consol, the Surveyor now asks that the platform create a projection of the Sun, to satify a question that has been burning in consciousness since the Surveyor first thought to check for oppositive symmetries. To wit: where must the Sun be, so as to be superimposed by that new Earth in the orbit of the Moon, when the Earth is seen out ahead, as if the observer is standing on the surface of a full Moon moved to be at the center of the Earth's orbit. There is a bit of a pause as internal circuits loop and link through mathematics in the platform. And suddenly a beep. Ah hah there it is, the Surveyor mutters. Looking through the eyepiece of the gizmo, the Surveyor can see a big new Sun projected out there in nearby space, and something ELSE. A big surprise ! The head of the Surveyor tilts up from a stooped stance for a long look ahead. Looking down again, then up again, the Surveyor suddenly laughs. In looking through the eyepiece gizmo to the projected Sun, and looking up to see where the Sun has located, the Surveyor sees the same thing. The glass clock. A new mirage of the Sun is sitting right smack in the middle of the glass clock! It turns out that over long distance the relative size of the clockface reveals itself to be proportionately no different whatever than the size of the transparent Earth on the end of the platform. In perspective it is the same as a person on the Moon looking past the Earth to where the solar Sun must be located, to be superimposed by an Earth in the same orbit as the Moon in its astronomic phase as a new moon. This is not true for the actual situation here on ground Earth in the city. The objects here are relatively larger (being closer together) even though proportionate sizes between parts are the same as between key physical states in the solar system. Innuendos of the incredible word VENUS are beginning to make their rounds, very rapidly indeed, in the background of the Surveyor's private thoughts. Hmm and hmm again. Double checking doesn't change things a bit. It is plain to see that a new giant Sun is looming in space right on cue up front right in the face of the Surveyor, well, almost, in the middle of the glass clock, as seen through the eyepiece gizmo of the fabulous surveying platform. Inside the glass clock along the arcades on either side of the monorail track are people milling around. They are small mind you, too dinky to be seen by naked eye, but are much larger when seen through the gizmo's magnifying eyepiece. Out beyond the Surveyor, it now has become obvious that the glass clock has the same cross sectional diameter as does the distant revolving restaurant, but appears something larger being roughly 2/3 closer to this historical part of the city, an optical illusion brought on by expectation and not fact, in fact, the diameter of the clockface has just turned out to be identical in all ways to the diameter of the distant reveloving restaurant. But THIS is extremely interesting! Because the Surveyor had not made any alterations in size in calling up the transparent Earth. And also, the glass clock has already been well surveyed for the monorail project, and independently in the Historical Law Society's many previous projects, to many to count in one day. And it is a well known fact that from the middle of this intersection, the distance to the glass clock happens to be totally equivalent to the distance from Earth to the orbit of Venus. Furthermore, the distance to the front of the clockface is the same as to the Aphelion of Venus' orbit. And to the back of the clock facing the space needle, the distance is equivalent to the Perihelion of Venus' orbit. In other words, the depth of the glass clock matches Venus' eccentricity exactly. And of course, as has just been noted by the Surveyor, the glass clock's diameter is exactly the same as the diameter of the revolving restaurant, to six significant figures in accuracy in fact. No missing the significance of THIS observation!. Even though it is a fact which is arbitrary and co-incidental to the building of the clock itself as an artifact, since nothing in the orbit of Venus itself has that same diameter. A big question has just been answered. If looking past the Earth positioned in the orbit of the Moon, where does the Sun have to be located to be superimposed by the Earth when the Moon is sitting at the Earth's mean of orbit? The answer is now abundantly clear to the Surveyor. The large booming Sun has to be looming right in everyone's faces, right up close nearby, in the orbit of Venus, singeing everyone's nose hairs with crisps of slow motion smoke. A bit of a smirky laugh escapes the lips of the Surveyor. But what does all of this mean. (?) This means everything. Because as already pointed out, in today's survey the Surveyor has affirmed that the size of the distant revolving restaurant is exactly the same as the diameter of the Sun, to six significant figures in accuracy. These are cross sectional sizes; cut the restaurant in half like an apple equals cutting the Sun in half like an orange. And now the cross sectional facade of the glass clock is found to be precisely the same size. Hmmm, how convenient. So, an image of the Sun projects into the orbit of Venus, thinks the Surveyor. Replace the glass clock with our Sun and things would be otherwise exactly the same, except for the miracle of a massless Sun booming like a looming fireball flaming in the orbit of Venus. CHAPTER 6 An odd thought occurs to the Surveyor. It comes from something the kiddies have been saying; look I can stick my finger in the Earth. That's not Earth it's Venus. No, its Earth. What if it WAS Venus, thinks the Surveyor. Fiddling with the laser controls again, in a few adjustments the Surveyor is able to dissolve the Earth and ping into place a transparent Venus on the forward end of the platform. Oh wow gee whizz and real neat, awesome! the kiddies exclaim as the Earth dissolves from around their fingers, and a new marginally smaller transparent spheroidal Venus springs into place. After the Surveyor minutely shifts Venus on the platform in toward the Surveyor, the transparent Venus now also synchronizes in apparent size to the facade of the glass clock. Mind you there is a bit of border blur around the diameters. Unfortunately being so cloud covered, the physical size of Venus can't be measured to the iotas. The only data the Surveyor has to work with in the little reference manual compiled for standard projects, is Venus's approximate size. This measure has been made with radar reflections from satelites orbiting the real Venus. Nevertheless, the Surveyor hot on the pursuit of an idea, presses on. The platform is still positioned alongside the giant monument in the middle of the intersection. The position marked (O) for Observer is between the Surveyor's feet on the platform, with the eyepiece gizmo swung in position right over it, the (O) marking the Mean of Earth's orbit from the Sun, er, that is, from the revolving restaurant. But now must come some heavy headwork and the Surveyor doesn't waste time getting started. The thing is that there are several intuitional ideas pushing and popping around in the Surveyor's thoughts, and the thing about such intuition is that insights can get lost if not acted upon immediately. How much accuracy might be found if exact superimosures are made between the closeup looming Sun, and the tranparent moon named Venus. First, installing the transparent marker stick straight up the inside of the transparent Venus, the Surveyor divides the distance from the middle of the intersection to the middle of the glass clock by the clockface radius, and multiplies this ratio by the radius of the close up transparent Venus sitting in a state of high tech vibrato at the forward end of the platform. The result approximates the Moon orbit, but falls a little short on the inside of the Moon's orbital mean datapoint (M0), toward the Surveyor. Having no time to waste the Surveyor subtracts this calculated distance from the mean orbit of the Moon, and finds that the difference is, hmmm, not this, hmmm, not that, hmmm, ahah! it is four times the radius of Venus! Whoah! Motivated by luck, the Surveyor next uses the distance to the front of the glass clock, and dividing this by the clockface radius, multiplies this ratio by the (radar estimated) radius of Venus. And comes up with a second length to the transparent Venus, sitting up front there, nicely stable with a hint of a laser effect, on the platform. The transparent Venus shifts accordingly toward the Surveyor, shifting by an amount roughly equal to the size of Venus itself, its spherical size pinging upward accordingly by a notch, leaving a ghostly outline of the former slightly smaller image of Venus momentarily registering on the retina. In what could pass as a form of subliminal revelation, the Surveyor curiously recognizes that this is the opposite of what happened earlier. Earlier, when sighting through the transparent Moon to the distant space needle, the Moon of Earth moved closer to the Surveyor and grew SMALLER, leaving at the departed location a ghostly outline of a marginally larger image momentarily registered on the retina. Whereas, in the same move but different setup, done just now, the transparent Venus grew marginally LARGER. The significance of this switcheroo in properties between perspective per an Earth/Moon Sun, (empirical), and an Earth/Venus/Venus (metaphysical), sighting, is duly noted. Prompting a new question: just how much has the transparent Venus just now moved. The shifts of Venus in the Moon's orbit must include some precise incrementations, if a system is at work in a structure being surveyed. So double checking is in order. For this, the Surveyor once again keys in parameters for observing the transparent Venus, as superimposed over the face of the glass clock in the clock's very center (equivalent to observing a transparent Sun projected into the mean of Venus' orbit, in other words). Hmmm, but, sorry. The difference between the transparent Venus' location and the mean orbit of the Moon turns out to be four times a radius somewhat larger than Venus but smaller than the radius of the Earth. Does this mean it is time to start chiseling the shape of the great pyramid? Or merely time to fold the project? Or better yet, to try something else? The kids are really excited in watching how the transparent Venus has been leaping incrementally in and out along the platform, and are getting used to seeing the sphere change size slightly with a wipe through its image as each new calculation is made, leaving phantom former images temporarily on their retinas. The Surveyor tries a different calculation, this time subtracting five times the (radar estimated) Venus' radius from the Moon's mean of orbit, and dividing this by the earlier ratio of the distance to the nearest face of the glass clock, divides it by the clockface radius. This time a new radius for Venus results, one that could perhaps stand as a predicted EQUATORIAL radius for Venus. Using this new radius, the Surveyor multiplies it by the ratio of the distance to the middle of the glass clock divided by the clockface radius, and finds that the transparent Venus of equatorial size skips an inch to a new place on the platform. It is now displaced on the inside of the Moon's Mean of orbit by only FOUR times this EQUATORIAL prediction of Venus' radius. Oh ho I'll bet the third observation will yield an increment of three radii of Venus, is the Surveyor's reaction. Let us see. All things being equal all things should be equal if a structure is at work in a system being surveyed. The follow through to the next step is obvious. The Surveyor does the third calculation. The distance to the back of the glass clock - the equivalent distance to the Perihelion of Venus' orbit - is divided by the clockface radius, and the ratio is multiplied by the (official radar estimated) radius of Venus. The third increment as the transparent Venus shifts outward, turns out to be inward from the Moon Mean of orbit by three times a value that comes out more than the radius of Venus but less than the radius of Earth. So continuing the logic as before, the Surveyor again does an insert; this time subtracting three (radar estimated) Venus radii from the Mean orbit of the Moon, and when dividing this by the ratio of the distance to the back of the glass clock divided by the clockface radius, finds that the resulting radius is one that can verily stand as a predicted POLAR radius for Venus. Curiously, if this is correct, then the given empirical physical radius (the official radar radius) the Surveyor started with could be the approximation of Venus' polar radius (as just calculated). But now, quickly, in a few more double checks, a new set of definative observations get firmly established by guess who. The Surveyor stands back for a long deep breath. The Surveyor has just calculated (by these observations) a pristine polar, averaged, and equatorial radius for a transparent Venus spheroid shifting along the Moon's mean of orbit in increments of 3, 4, and 5 times the same polar to equatorial radius of Venus. The changes per incremental unit where Venus skips along the floor of the platform are equal to the same polar, averaged, and equatorial radii of Venus. Twice is enough. The Surveyor doesn't have to repeat this thought a third time. Didn't even have to dig a single fake step out of the footlocker to make the facts happen. They just popped out into full view, because they were already there in the first place. In the fabric of things. You can be sure the Surveyor is taking a slow careful minute, recording THIS information. THE SURVEYOR PART II CHAPTER 7 Some politicos have joined the dispute between the religious fervents and the amateur astronomer who is still vigorously boasting about a university degree as being the only knowledge that is valid. And regimes from communism to capitalism along with names ranging from Moses to Buddha to Mohammed even to Saint Einstein are being shouted out in the chaos of this busy intersection, with radio ads being heard shouted like the horks of dorks emoting at a full 110%. The Surveyor has long since concluded that performing at 110% means 10 percent above the maximum of average. All the while the Surveyor is getting on with the job at hand. A friendly small dog arrives on the scene and gives a nod to the friendly Surveyor. The grinning dog then tries to join the arguer's melee but is ignored. So instead, after cold nosing a naked kneecap, and sniffing a couple of hamburger fragments on the sidewalk near the cut in the bedrock, the dog lifts its nose and ears straight into an incoming whiff of wind and departs up the cut in the bedrock. The office martinet tries to get hold of the Surveyor on the portable cellular videophone. It is the size of a deck of playing cards clamped in a charger attached to the platform. The Surveyor shuts the videophone off. Then the pocket pager beeps within the minute. The Surveyor shuts it off too. Now there are no superfluous bells or whistles to disrupt the project. As a matter of fact the traffic police have decided that the Surveyor must be doing something important enough after all, that they have decided to back off. While routinely directing dense traffic they leave the Surveyor alone. This is good because the Surveyor has something else to check out. The idea is simple enough; to check out what distances a transparent Earth will stand from the Moon's mean of orbit (the (M0) marker position on the platform), when the Sun is projected into the three key datapoints of Venus' planetary orbit, ie. Venus' perihelion, mean, and aphelion of orbit. Just as was done using the transparent Venus. Leaving the platform at the middle of the intersection and dissolving the transparent Venus, and restoring a transparent Earth this time of polar size at the farther end of the platform, (again with the marker stick rising straight up inside to the top through the centerpoint of the transparent Earth), the Surveyor carefully homing in on the wink of light that is the centerpoint of the transparent Earth, lines it up along the monorail right of way straight through to the rear portal of the glass clock. This is where the monorail exits the clock facade facing toward the space needle on the far backside of the glass clock. And projects an image of the naked er, transparent Sun, there, this being at the equivalent perihelion position of planet Venus' orbit. The Surveyor sees that it is good. The portal and crosshairs and body sizes superimpose perfectly. The transparent Earth at the Moon (M0) position on the platform, and the flat Sun projected to the rear of the glass clock, are as one. It is an Earth of POLAR size which fits the picture perfectly. The center of Earth is now extactly at the Moon's mean of orbit, and the Surveyor is at the mean of the Earth's planetary orbit. It is the POLAR radius of the Earth all right, its measure as seen on the marker stick upright through the transparent Earth's middle is not an ioto off the mark, not even one. And there, confirmed, the polar radius of the Earth has lit up on the support read out indicator near the Surveyor's elbow in bright lights, accurate to 7 significant digits. The measure is not an ioto off the mark, not even one. It is without question a successful predicted guess, based on extrapolating between the properties involving the different systems in perspectives. Thank god the Surveyor doesn't have to think in theories, the Surveyor thinks, thinking back over the last sentence. A transparent polar Earth has moved all the way out to the Moon's Mean of orbit, standing still upon mark (MO) on the platform. And there with no fiddling has become fully synchronized across the span of space, to the rear facade of the glass clock. And that, thinks the Surveyor with some pleasure, is a fact worth noting. Well, uh, not exactly at (M0). Upon peering at the registers on the platform floor more closely, the Surveyor sees that the transparent polar Earth is smudged outward more, just to the farther side of mark of (M0). But only by less than 2 parts per 1O,OOO extra on the platform. The Surveyor has to slide the extra ultrafine viewing magnifier (another one of the platform's delightful attachments) into place along the platform floor and crank it to maximum gain to see the little difference in (M0) at all; red on the scale. Leaving this position as a new marker, calculated as (M0+), the Surveyor lines up a transparent Earth (of averaged size) to the middle of the glass clock, and finds that the transparent Earth of averaged size shifts inward toward the Surveyor in a lunar orbit decreased from (M0+) by an increment equal to .... hey how about that! it is equal to the radius of Venus. Again an increment equal to a Venus radii !!! The Surveyor immediately does the third calculation, erecting a transparent Earth of equatorial size on the platform, and lines it up to superimpose over the front face of the glass clock. This is the shortest distance from the Surveyor. The transparent Earth shifts on the platform accordingly toward the Surveyor, its pinging hologram image phasing one of the kids inside till the kid leaps out, then leaps in again, getting off on the experience. Other than that the Surveyor sees that the incremental shift of the transparent Earth falls short of the (M0+) mean orbit of the Moon, by the equivalent of - ah HAHHH! just as predicted, exactly what the Surveyor was expecting - by TWO times a radius of Venus. However, this new Venus radius is slightly larger than the Venus radius of the measure just prior. In fact, these radii are so close, yet above, the known physical radius of Venus, that the Surveyor makes a substitution. Using the equatorial Venus radii as prior calculated (in the prior use of the radar estimated Venus radius to obtain a calculated Venus' Equatorial radius when the transparent Venus was projected on the platform and super- imposed in alignment to the glass clock's nearest clockface), the Surveyor subtracts two of these calculated Venus Equator radii from the Moon orbit (M0+). And divides this by the ratio of the distance to the front (nearest face) of the glass clock. In the Surveyor's mechanical endeavors this is obviously the same as sighting to a booming, er, looming Sun projected into the aphelion of Venus' planetary orbit. The Surveyor finds that the result is as anticipated. PERFECT fits everywhere. In fact the size of the transparent Earth on the platform has increased as expected. It is now a transparent Earth of EQUATORIAL size sitting on the platform in hologram from the platforms lasers. But hey it is a minuscule larger, by only 5 parts per 1O,OOO more in deviation. Only 2/100ths in scientific deviation. No problem. Chiseling isn't necessary. Similarly; substituting the previously calculated averaged radius of Venus (when Venus was on the platform and superimposed in alignment to the central facade in the middle of the glass clock); the Surveyor subtracts one of these (calculated) averaged Venus radius from the Moon Mean of orbit (M0+). And dividing the result by the ratio of the distance to the middle of the glass clock divided by the radius of the clockface, the result is just as anticipated; it is the average radius of the Earth. But just a minuscule larger, by only 2 parts per lO,OOO more. A good surveyor does not take things for granted. A good surveyor always double checks. The Surveyor double checks by re-establishing (M0), i.e. the Moon's real mean of orbit, at the front end of the platform. And re-executes the surveys just completed. And finds that the incremental shifts of the transparent Earth when synchronized with the clockface radius at the front, middle, and back of the glass clock, come out as 0 1 and 2 times radii measured about 1% less than the officially published radius of Venus. Certainly these are a ballpark for scientific hypothesis, but not for absolute certainties, not obvious in self evident truth. They are not pristine, like the prior calculations just made using the (M0+) mark. Whereas the pristine versions specifically link oblate sizes of the Earth with specific oblate sizes of Venus, equivalent to equatorial, averaged, and polar radii for Earth, and similar for Venus, in incremental shortenings of the Moon's orbit. Factual polar through averaged to equatorial radii for the Earth, plus the three radii for Venus are involved. And what's more, the identical same set of radii for Venus have just been calculated by TWO independent methods, definately a fact not overlooked by the Surveyor. Notwithstanding, without doubt this is an accuracy completely unheard of in astronomy. Typically heard are astronomical theoretical debates about random accretion disks raged as a self esteeming social function by the Historical Law Society's coterie of insiders. Not to mention their connections to organized religions and its connections to the practices of politics. About the debates, everyone in the field denies being a participator then goes right on participating. It is called intelligence; a misnomer at best. The bottom line is money. But that's the stuff that doesn't matter. It is part of the planetary thought pit. And most of it will be dissolved before the changes in planetary frequency are finalized. Say wait a minute the Surveyor is getting distracted by private thoughts it looks like. Oh how they want to start crowding in. Out they go. Clear and single minded once more, the Surveyor again turns to the tasks at hand. Out in front of the Surveyor on the platform is a transparent Earth; which is now slowly spinning for added special effect for the benefit of the kids. North America, then India, Africa, the mid Atlantic riff, then North America again, rotate past the face of the kids. This is the very Earth which has just been synchronized in three precise cross sectional areas to the cross sectional facades of the glass clock. Take note that the polar, averaged, and equatorial size of the Earth itself turned up, pristine and pure, in the incremental shifts. The synchronization has been sustained through incremental shifts exactly the radii size of Venus, in the transparent Earth's shifts along the Moon's orbit on the platform, in direct line of sight continued from the front, to the middle of, and to the rear of the glass clock sitting out there in space, with the Surveyor's platform stationed in the middle of the intersection. Take note there are six states of superimposure here, the Surveyor says to no one in particular. These superimposures (to the three locations at the glass clock) are equivalent to superimposures made from the Earth's mean of orbit (position (O) on the surveyor's platform), to the aphelion, mean, and perihelion of Venus' planetary orbit (the three facades of the glass clock), thinks the Surveyor again. More significantly is that the Venus radii increments along the floor of the surveyor's platform (involving positions of the transparent Earth) were independently calculated previously by entirely independant means, using a transparent VENUS ! Indeed this is symmetry of a major kind. That an oppositive view of the Moon cum Earth cum Venus is right on the button when the image of the Sun is brought forward to boom as if heaven was making a music chord, in the orbit of Venus. As already noticed in the case of the transparent Earth, a shorter distance to the clockface associates with a larger radius of the transparent Earth as well as increasing numbers of multiples of larger Venus radii upon the Moon orbit, and visa versa for longer distances to the glass clock. Large radius here means equatorial, not like a hot air balloon in comparison. Larger specifically means equatorial, not an iota larger, not even one. This complies with the proportionate matchups involving the transparent Venus (instead of the original Moon) and the glass clock, but is converse to the original investigation involving the transparent Lunar Moon to the distant space needle's revolving restaurant. In the first case, of the Lunar Moon, longer distances and larger Lunar Moon radii in fewer Moon orbital incremental multiples of larger real Earth radii, link up, and visa versa for shorter distances. It is as if some qualifying statements about mechanical principles in this, hint of another far greater Reality, perhaps one fundamentally engineered from stupendously powerful sound patterns and sonic images. CHAPTER 8 The surrounding din in the intersection is on the verge of getting out of hand. The amateur astronomer has left in a lofty frustration which functions at many levels. The politicos are giving the religious fervents mental attacks who are in turn being shoved by the traffic cops trying to maintain law and order, given the ridiculous nature of this historical part of the city laid out entirely to accommodate slow moving traffic and the flow of physical observers, with everything being stopped and started by stop and go traffic lights. Memorize the rules, and don't think twice, and everything will be okay. So goes the theory. Some of the pedestrians are jaywalking including a few taking shortcuts around the platform. One police officer has taken on the messianic mission of cleaning up crime on the planet by nabbing every jaywalker within reach while frantically writing out a ticket per another. This officer is cleaning up, due to being in a strategic location between the platform and the base of the giant monument. The officer is writing tickets so fast that instead of handing them out the officer is merely slapping them on the back of each person squeeking between the platform and the monument. The tickets stand out like tags identifying those who must be punished. The tickets these days come as peel offs with a strip of sticky across the top. The gist here is that anyone doing anything out of the ordinary is getting a must due. Except for the Surveyor, who is busy keeping very quiet, so no one knows the Surveyor is doing anything out of the ordinary. Hidden, in other words, right out in the open. Some of those being festooned with tickets may end up spending a night in the bucket over unpaid jaywalking tickets worth only a few bucks. It is the time and hassle of getting there or remembering to pay the fines that gets these people in, on the numbing ersatz of being hauled away on a warrant for their arrest. The Surveyor knows, having gone through it more than once for the crummy crime of jaywalking, over the last couple of years. What a heartache for everybody over a couple of bucks, to satisfy a law created to satisfy a totally arbitrary means of thought; human motor vehicle traffic and the ideas that go along with having such junk in the consciousness. Actually it is a small problem. There is abundant joy and well being in the basic realms of knowledge being unfolded in the Surveyor's facts at the intersection. The kids have found a new pastime. The kids are leaping back and forth through the transparent Earth on the surveyor's platform as if teleporting through a planet. Only in this case instead of transparent kids passing through a solid planet it is solid kids passing through a transparent planet. Or so the Surveyor notices. In a similar thought the Surveyor gets the strong impression that in fabrics of gravity, objects of finite size can teleport or project or otherwise recurr in other ready made locations, and still be perfectly proportionate to one another even if transparent in their new locations. Sort of like virtual images. And something perhaps like how sound images can be projected to recur apart from their sound generating sources, for instance in an ordinary stereo set, or more in particular, a sterephonic image projected from a Mono generating single sound source. The numbers of the objects and orbits, not their solidness, is where these multiple solar structures and their activities in gravity are factually formulated. For instance, in a mirror, objects are seen which are definitely not solid in that they have no weight and certainly no inertia. Only parameters of space itself are involved in images in a mirror, the Surveyor is thinking quietly. A new definition for the word metaphysical may now be found, here in the fabrics, but not here in the solidness, of the third dimension. Another dimension. A fifth or even seventh dimension. Not merely a fabled fantasy, but metaphysical facts in the Reality. This would mean here in the potential, but not here in the mass, unless reconstruction occurs in the empirical universe. Perhaps the greater structure of a universe is made in the potentials, rather than in the material empiricals, as facts of Reality. Perhaps it is activity in the potentials that we've been calling spiritual. Perhaps the 6th dimension is more real than the 3rd. The thing about the 3rd is that when you push something it resists. If you pushed something in the 6th dimension the whole of it must resist against going out of focus, including the 3rd. There is no question that the solar system structures as just surveyed exist, but exist in another level of Reality. There might now be a deep-state in logic to conclude that another stable dimension is now PROVEN to exist, one that can't be seen by the outer senses as only manifested in the 3rd dimension in the hardcuffs of empirical artifacts and their co-called reality. Another stray thought occurs to the Surveyor. If mass objects are substituted for the transparent objects, in re-arrayed structures based upon the proportions now being revealed this very moment to the Surveyor for this solar system, can such solid new solar structures remain stable? Or even partially stable for a long enough time to be considered a state with a meaningful lifetime before decaying? Computer modelling might help. For instance, looking across the panorama to where new sections of the city are taking shape by the space needle, something has caught the Surveyor's eye. This newer part of the city near the space needle hasn't yet been laid out in a total gridlock with historical notions. In fact there is more than enough room to move the surveyor's platform right over there and confirm the Earth to Venus long distance proportions in yet another way. Realizing of course that some things are easily done by mathematics, without actually sliding the platform out there along the monorail gap to do it, the Surveyor can see how the platform can be moved in very close to the distant space needle, actually the same distance back along the monorail track from the center of the revolving restaurant, as is the platform at the intersection currently back from the glass clock. In other words, simulating the surveyor's platform out from the revolving restaurant (the Sun) at a distance equivalent to the gap between the planet orbits of Earth and Venus. And up front there along the monorail track, by moving the entire platform in and out through the same distances as occurring between the middle of the intersection by the monument to the front, middle, and back of the glass clock, the same proportions can be made with transparent planets shifting incrementally along the surveyor's platform, with their synonymous Moon orbits directly synchronized, now, to the radius of the revolving restaurant at the space needle itself. Ie., now making equivalent perfect matchups to the size of the physical Sun at the center of the solar system. New constructions of a different mechanical kind - because now the platform itself (i.e. the observer) moves in and out (instead of a Sun at Venus) - are constructable on the inside of the orbit of Mercury. In these re-erections (thinks the Surveyor) the observer would be moving in and out like a MICROSCOPE'S eyepiece. While back here by the astronomical unit monument at the intersection, the surrogate Sun targeted in Venus' orbit is moving in and out while I stand here stationary, like the eyepiece of a TELESCOPE, the Surveyor is thinking quietly. Otherwise, the proportions in both the telescope and microscope perspectives are calculated by identical mathematical proportions. So identical in fact that either perspective (telescope of microscope) would not be known, unless otherwise stated, or the whole assembly was viewed independantly by a second party observer entirely outside of the system. Verry interesting. Here at Earth, the Sun moves in and out at Venus, while I the observer remain stationary in the mechanics of a telescope. But move the same assemblies - the distances between Earth mean to Venus' eccentricic orbits - intact to the center of the solar system (inside the orbit of Mercury facing the sun), and the same things are not the same. Now I the observer dynamically move in an out while focusing upon a Sun that is stationary at the center of the solar system in the mechanics of a microscope. Verrry interesting. Two very different mechanical assemblies, which have identical proportionate parts. But that's not mysterious. All that this is are that the points of view are altered. The mechanics of a telescope and microscope are otherwise the same. All right, it is still remarkable to see such ideas in the big city. What it means is that for assemblies formed in multi-array groups, at least TWO if not THREE independent events of a point of view have to be seen at once (together) in order to tell if the mechanics of the array are microscope, or telescope, in principle. A laboratory frame and an observer frame can be interchanged, but the mathematical proportions remain unchanged. No weird twists in conserved symmetry in this regard. The only real difference is that there is a rotation of the whole assembly by 180 degrees for the observer's position at Earth orbit, to now be at the Sun in the center of the solar system. Unless the whole assembly which includes Earth as a stationary point of center, and the cluster of Venus eccentricic data points, to the other side of the Sun. In this case absolutely nothing changes regards orientation except a slide along a lineal axis that continues through the Sun to have Venus in orbit beyond it, still on the inside of the orbit of Mercury. The Surveyor briefly wonders if different mechanical events might occur subatomically amongst particles, the differences being masked by indistinguishable mathematics, but, can't get any clear idea on just what kind of events might be involved. It was just a quick quiet passing thought. But in fact intrinsically there are three parts: an observer, focal lens, and object being focused upon. An interesting feature of the solar assemblies is that the focal lens per se' (planet sized objects in the orbit of the Moon) also uniquely and discretely change size in focal cross sectional area just as if made of liquid lenses, as the position of the focal lens per se' shifts in increments in and out by tiny hops equal to the sizes of terran planets, hopping in itty bits along a very narrow range inside the orbit of the Moon. The bodies aren't swinging around like cosmic bolo balls, to make the superimposures, in other words. The cornea of a human eye is in fact just such a liquid lense. So the idea of a liquidly changing lense already exists in the physics of the empirical part of the Universe. So be it. The focal lens itself, its incrementally variable cross sectional area, is part of the fundamental structure of the solar assemblies. Interesting that the variability corresponds precisely to the polar, averaged, and equatorial radii size of each focal object. A verrry tight precision. In evidence are very hard core geometry principles sculpting these artifacts into such precise shapes. Absolutely fundamental in their activity, that's for sure. So much for the random accretion disk theory. Accretion, yes, but accreting at precise points that are like ripples in a flowing pond from rocks in place, rather than by idle bits and chances of whimsical stray destinies in the currents amove around the center of the pond. Hmmm. This is some of what the Surveyor is thinking in a rapid tour of private thoughts, all of them too much in the range of hard though to be resonantly comfortable in the mind. CHAPTER 9 With a distant faint whine the monorail pulls into the glass clock. Passengers move off, then on the train, while the engineer exits the cab at the front of the glass clock facing the Surveyor, and walks to the rear of the glass clock to enter the cab of the engine at the other end of the train, facing the space needle. A whistle blows. The train pulls out of the station and heads toward the space needle. The Surveyor stops to think about what the Surveyor has just observed through the eyepiece gizmo. Oh what the heck. Being on a hot roll the Surveyor investing a few more minutes decides to try an idea that has been working its way up through the inkiness of short circuits from other people's disbeliefs, into the Surveyor's consciousness. The idea is so non-scientific as to seem at first ludicrous. But what the hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. The idea this time is to re-locate the platform intact inside the monorail terminal at the glass clock. And, facing the space needle, move the platform along the monorail track to the distances from the front, middle, to the rear of the glass clock. This time again with the marker stick at the front of the platform at (M0), the Moon's mean of orbit. And sight straight ahead along the monorail track to the revolving restaurant. What transparent object must be found in the region of (M0), when the platform is sliding back and forth along the monorail track in the glass clock, (as if in the orbit of Venus), to effect a synchronized sighting with the size of the revolving restaurant at the space needle? In other words looking at the Sun, directly from the orbit of Venus? Well, let's be reasonable, looking at the revolving restaurant, as seen from inside the glass clock. With curiosity fast mounting the Surveyor thinks about how to do this, how to get things ready. Fortunately, the Surveyor does not have to actually move the platform to the glass clock to do the next round of observations, since they can be done just as assuredly on a sheet of paper, or modelled in the platform's consul, hence on the amazing platform itself. In stooping to line things up for the new settings, the Surveyor notices magnified through the pinhole of the eyepiece gizmo that the monorail train is accelerating away very fast toward the space needle. A more insistent whine of fast inductions in its motors tells of its passing, from a long distance away. A gathering crowd of people are waiting in the middle of the interior of the revolving restaurant. Must be a glitch in schedules, thinks the Surveyor. The revolving restaurant has just started to rise slowly up the space needle. But where to start? How to start a problem which has many unknowns and no known answer? Staying put at the intersection, in math on a sheet of paper the Surveyor images a lucky guess. The Surveyor divides the distance from the middle of the glass clock to the center of the revolving restaurant by the radius of the revolving restaurant. And multiplies the reciprocal of this ratio by the Moon's mean of orbit (M0). Hmmm and hmmmmm. The Surveyor does an experiment, this time using the platform, for the sake of the experiment using the gizmo lens to arbitrarily shorten long distances to where sighting to the revolving restaurant is equivalent to actually being inside the glass clock, instead of at the intersection. Oh ho, Why didn't I think about this in the first place. This isn't hard to do at all not even physically, since the space needle and the revolving restaurant can be so clearly seen through the glass clock. All that is needed is to cancel the distance between the Surveyor and the glass clock, as seen through the eyepiece gizmo on the platform. After taking a moment to modify the scope the Surveyor is well pleased. The optics of the platform are good enough that side images of escalators and ticket windows inside the glass clock are now being curved into the perifery of the Surveyor's view through the eyepiece gizmo. So when looking through it, it seems as if the Surveyor is actually standing inside the glass clock and looking straight ahead right along the line of sight of the monorail track. Meanwhile the din in the intersection around the Surveyor is increasing. Oh ho, I should have thought about this in the first place. The Surveyor lines things up judiciously, asking the engram's algorithms in the platform for a transparent object to appear at (M0) on the end of the platform, synchronized to be of a size needed to superimpose the revolving restaurant, with the platform stationed in the exact middle of the glass clock. The result of the above calculation appears in a spang of sound. The spang occurred because the platform had never been pre-programmed for such a result, so had resorted to a recurrencing activity through its central processing units, rather than in forcing a new way through alternate routings in the conducting ganglions of the platform's famous ionnics. This time the Surveyor, taking the resultant reading from off the super-accurate readout scale on the vertical transparent marker stick, has to look up the reading in the observer's handbook provided for tourists by the Historical Law Society. And what do you think the Surveyor finds? The new transparent spheroid, sitting right out in the open on the front of the platform, and still vibrating slightly from the spang, is none other than MERCURY. Relative to scale of course. What a fantastic surprise - not altogether unexpected - but nevertheless still fantastic - to see Mercury of all things sitting out there in the open on the end of the platform as real as life. The Surveyor immediately double checks, by multiplying the official (estimated) radius of Mercury by the ratio of the distance from the middle of the glass clock to the revolving restaurant, divided by the radius of the revolving restaurant. (M0) shortens to (L0). The amount of shortness is easily seen. It is (M0)-(L0) = (X0). It looks familiar. It is, yes how neat is tidy, (X0) is very close to, hmmm, yeah, that's it for sure, it's humm, humm, two times Mercury's radius. The Surveyor tries a next step that now becomes obvious; subtracting one of Mercury's (officially estimated) radius from (M0), and first dividing this by Mercury's radius, divides the ratio into the distance from the front clockface to the space needle, and comes up with the radius of the revolving restaurant, or at least very close to that radius. Oh boy the kids are making ten cent bets as to where Mercury is going to show up next. Here, there, no here; three different spots are marked by three different kids on the platform. One of the youngsters wants to push Mercury off the platform and roll it home but finds it can't be done. Nothing to push. Not really disappointed the youngster is a little perplexed at the science of how the massless object can be seen to be sitting there like a solid yet not be there. Going to give it another push, the kid nearly tumbles when Mercury shifts again on the platform. And changes size discretely. When the other kiddies laugh, the youngster realizes it wasn't really the push that made Mercury move and change size. It was more like another state in a vibration. The Surveyor hot on a roll is busy tapping more buttons. Oh boy the third step is even more obvious to the Surveyor. From (M0) the Surveyor subtracts four times Mercury's (estimated official) radius, then first dividing this by Mercury's (estimated official) radius, next divides the resulting ratio into the distance from the rear facade of the glass clock to the space needle (Venus Perihelion distance). And once again comes up with the radius of the revolving restaurant. But this is not good enough. There is intuitional discomfort. Quick thoughts are going in circles in the Surveyor's calculator. Actually, the Surveyor has to go to using (M0+) rather than (M0) to get things right on sync to Mercury's actual radius. And finds that ((M0+) + 1 MR) is the actual platform mark for determining the values of Mercury's perfect incremental shifts inward, where (M0+) is a value determined in the prior Earth to Venus sightings. And (MR) is again the radius of the Moon itself. Good old Luna is back in town. To confirm things, the Surveyor moves the vertical marker stick outward toward the surface of the transparent Mercury by the equivalent of 1 averaged radius of the Earth's Moon, and puts a wink of light on the stick and finds presto!, the mark on the stick touching the outer skin of Mercury, and the perfect point of center of the transparent Mercury, along with the pinhole in the eyepiece gizmo, connect through space in a perfect straight line with the pupil of the Surveyor's keen eyeball. In a moment of detached curiosity, the Surveyor finds just how little the head actually has to move in order for the points of light up front to disappear in the blind spot. It means, if observing in the blind spot, that without prior knowledge, no one would ever know that such synchronized quantum structures amongst the inter planetary space arrays are actually here in Reality. Until the observer shifts out of the blind spot. Such as the Surveyor does, just now. Interesting effect. Otherwise, things are so tightly synced that just the Surveyor's breathing is enough to cause the distant target; (the centerpoint of the revolving restaurant); to heave out of view. It means holding the breath. Which is why the Surveyor can be heard to puff, then puff again, then again, as the seconds progress into minutes. By this time the revolving restaurant has aborted its ascent and is back at ground level exchanging passengers with the monorail train, so that the Surveyor is also able to line up the winks of light through the gizmo's pinhole to the actual global hot spot in the very center of the revolving restaurant. This is done by the simple expediency of looking straight up the core of the train, through the coaches, and out the front window past the engineer's hand on the throttle, into the centerwink hot spot inside the globe. Well, let's not create false images here. The globe is found in an ornate chandelier in the very center of the revolving restaurant and is a light about the size of a ping pong ball in comparison to the size of the revolving restaurant. A passenger stands up and is silhouetted in a doorway at the front of a monorail coach, and, at that moment the Surveyor sort of carelessly shouts in private thought: Hey, sit down will you. The passenger grabs the nearest seat and sits, looking guilty. Oh gotta be careful, thinks the Surveyor, sorry about that. Thoughts can definately leak. Just before the person sat down the person had actually tugged on the back hem of the jacket, as if feeling that someone was staring at their behind. Thoughts leak. Anyway, the view is now clear through the front of the train to the globe where the track terminates in the heart of the revolving restaurant. It should be mentioned that the restaurant was designed in the inspiration of a slow motion yo yo lying on its side; with the stationary track sticking out like the string of the yo yo, as the dome halves above and below continue to rotate slowly when the restaurant is at ground level. Being able to see straight into the center of the innermost globe gives maximum accuracy to the long distance parts of the equations, allowing for exactitudes with the maximum cross sectional diameter of the revolving restaurant. It is equivalent to looking into the very heart of the Sun. The cross section of the globe in the center of the restaurant (the Surveyor happens to note in a quick sidecheck), is proportionately about how much the Sun would collapse if contracted by the general relativistic effect of the Sun's own gravity. And a thin outer fringe of light around the globe is about what orbit an object would have when orbiting around the Sun's event horizon if the Sun was theoretically collapsed into a black hole. The diameter of the globe (in the proportions) represents one half plus less a few more centimeters the diameter of a real black hole regards the Sun. But these are facts for another story, the Surveyor thinks, returning in quick thought to the matters at hand, i.e. the transparent Mercury sitting out here in the bare open here on the end of the platform. Otherwise, actually, the Surveyor has to loop each calculation at least two more times before homing in on firm values for each size of Mercury's oblate radii. The concept of strange attractors, comes up and fades instantly, as the Surveyor does the equations over and over again. When done a certain way, the equations re-iterate (home in) to constant values that are unmistakable. When done another way, the equations quickly unravel into random junk. The thing about Mercury is that only its equatorial radius is officially known in the scientific cookbooks, since as of the moment no space telescope has been sent over the top of Mercury to measure its size from pole to pole. Nevertheless, as with the previous three systems; for transparent Venus, the Earth, and the Moon; the latest equations involving Mercury cinch up tight rather than unravelling like a loose thread in someone's daydreams. What is apparent, is that (XA) associated with Venus' Aphelion of orbit includes not 1 but 2 Mercury of polar radii size in incremental shifts of a polar sized Mercury in the Moon's orbit. And (X0) associated with Venus' Mean of orbit includes 3 Mercury of averaged radii size in incremental shifts of an average size Mercury in the Moon's orbit. And (XP) associated with Venus' Perihelion of orbit includes 4 Mercury of equatorial radii size in inward incremental shift, of an equatorial sized Mercury in the Moon's orbit, as the transparent Mercury skips back and forth along the platform to become superimposed over the Sun, er, revolving restaurant, as the Surveyor shifts in point of view observing back and forth from the front to the rear clockfaces of the glass clock. It is in the Surveyor's mind to be sure to mention later that the (X) values are amounts the transparent Mercury shifts in shortened orbits toward the Surveyor, relative to the marker stick's ((M0+) + 1 MR) position, rather than from (M0) which is the established referencing constant on the platform. Concluded is that smaller Mercury radii in fewer incrementals at greater arms length corresponds to greater distances from the glass clock to the space needle, and visa versa. This is again in reverse to the progressions found for the original (Earth Moon Sun) survey, in which larger Earth radii in larger incrementals and shorter arms lengths, correspond to shorter distances from the Surveyor in the intersection to the space needle. Also duly noted is that planet Earth has the largest distinction between equatorial and polar size, Venus has less, and Mercury has the smallest distinction in terms of overall planetary size, with the Moon the smallest of all. These differences are all clearly seen and recorded by the Surveyor, everything fits tight, according to a Divine Plan. Definately some form of HYPER FINE DISTINCTION at work here, writes the Surveyor steadily making notes as the experiments progress. Finally concluded, is that a 2 3 4 series of multiple increments in the Moon's orbit has just been located. The 2, 3, 4, incremental series is for Mercury, and includes focal object sizes for the radii of a transparent Mercury correspondent to the correct physical size of Mercury itself in the solar system. The calculations have been straightforward and swiftly revealing. And so are the credits. Mercury HAS to sit out there at arm's length when the orbit of the Moon is teleported to Venus, with the Surveyor in simulation sitting out there in Venus' orbit as the platform equivalently moves back and forth through the three key viewpoints of Venus' elliptical orbit, by moving from the front to the back of the glass clock. The three key viewpoints are Venus' perihelion, mean, and aphelion of orbit around the Sun. In balance in space the transparent Mercury in the orbit of the Moon at Venus thus changes shape accordingly, fitted to the size of the real Mercury orbiting the Sun (perhaps predicting oblative parameters - polar vrs equatorial radii - for the planet Mercury to a very high degree of accuracy) when the Venus orbit version of Mercury synchronizes across the long distances of space to the cross sectional size of the revolving restaurant. Ahem, er, the Sun. Ahem, er, it can get wordy. The Surveyor has begun to fantasize quick brief conversations with certain members of the Historical Law Society. Yes, certainly, these proportions are in fact installed in the firmament. First, you saw only the (Earth Moon Sun) system, and now there is the (Earth Venus Venus), the (Earth Earth Venus), and now the (Venus Mercury Sun) systems, all instated in perfect proportional harmonics to absolute accuracy in the architecture in the terran region of the firmament. Logically, you could expect at least one system to be synonymous with the (Earth Moon Sun) structure. But there are actually two symmetrically oppositive others; the (Venus Venus Sun) and (Earth Venus Sun) groups. And look at this thing involving Mercury at Venus, and the Sun, it is like the basic (Earth Moon Sun) system in its mechanics. Yet a fourth elegant series is thus woven in the architecture of the firmament. This we can call a bonus. It makes four distinct groups altogether so far. Not one, Four! Even the skeptics are caught short as far as sage-wise emotions are concerned. One of the most skeptical (in the Surveyor's private thought fantasies) asks if the Surveyor intends to reprogram the platform to include a model of the great pyramid. Or for making swirl patterns in corn fields. Or better yet, program how to spend money from the Nobel Prize. You act like a laugh, the Surveyor responds, as the fantasy begins to warm up in earnest. In fact we can see you hurrying with fears in your briefcases and hammers in your hands to protect your favorite theories ... The Surveyor leans back against the guard rail of the platform and takes a long breath. Heady stuff, these useless mind fantasies, the Surveyor realizes, knowing full well that certain of the Historical Law Society will surely make many jokes about winning the Nobel prize. But business is urgent and there is no time for idle thoughts. Out the idle thoughts go. The interesting new datafinds regarding Venus and Mercury go right into the Surveyor's little notebook. Now a real pattern is easily seen. How neat is tidy, because everything fits. Now surveyed are an: 0 1 2 incremental series for Earth-Earth-Venus 1 2 3 incremental series for Earth-Moon-Sun 2 3 4 incremental series for Venus-Mercury-Sun 3 4 5 incremental series for Earth-Venus-Venus involving shifts of perfect planet-sized spheres along a straight line axis extending in a tiny region of space comprising the Moon's orbital distance from Earth. The whole systematic array is based on the Moon's mean of orbit (M0) as the single, the only, referencing constant involving distance. Plus the full cross sectional diameter of the Sun as the single, the only, stand alone reference constant involving size. And planetary eccentricity is just as important, locked in the architecture. It is NOT, as everyone thinks, random. No fooling around. Not only is there a beautiful architectural elegance with conserved symmetry, but it is also impeccably logical, fundamentally here inbuilt like another map showing recurrances projecting in vibration (or resonant) facets of gravity overlaying the solid visible structures of the city. The Surveyor (in the fantasy) vigorously taps the little notebook surveyor's use in front of the faces in the auditorium of the Historical Law Society. Yes without doubt this is becoming a very hot fantasy. These systems have their own rules, which I had to find, rather than create, the Surveyor announces aloud in a moment of heated declaration, as the fantasy zooms into overdrive. You don't say. Are you crazy? says one of the individuals standing in the street nearby to the Surveyor, disrupting the lastest episode. It dissolves and the Surveyor is back on the street at the busy intersection of Peace and Bedlam, waving a hand to fan away some dust which has gusted forth from the nearby cut in bedrock where a dynamite explosion has just blasted away one of the derelict buildings in a poof of falling debre and a spreading fan of dust, quickly dissipating. But that is not important. The Surveyor remains preoccupied with the problems at hand. Firstly, how to define the qualifiers of the systems just surveyed. And secondly, how to stay free of the fantasies. CHAPTER 10 Here is where will causes the action. The thoughts now turn to another kind, the kind that are without a verbal vocabulary. Actually, it was known in the intuition all along that something very fundamental, very absolute, is here in the interplanetaries. The problem is to find it, and then to express the stuff in a language of the planet, which everyone is supposed to know is very different than languages of pure thought. Someone's parents have come along to round up one of the kids, and some of the other young people have wandered off seeking other things as kiddies do, now that the platform seems to have fallen idle. As far as the kids are concerned the exciting part is over. They see only the Surveyor leaning forward against the guard rail, elbows propped, gazing absently up the boulevard, the Sun beating down. They don't know yet that in the adult's world, the exciting part hasn't even started. What else, what else can I think of or check out, thinks the Surveyor, in thoughts which continue to be of a kind that function as ideas without words. These kind have no throat sensations or tickles from sub vocalization. It does not mean the Moon orbits have to be circular to be perfect. It could be that incrementations are how quantal rates of eccentricities would behave in quantal gravity structures. This could mean that every quantum orbit state of every different real or transparent Moon is the MA (aphelion) of that state. Then again probably not. Now is when the verbal thought stream resumes, with this time the Surveyor talking to no one in particular. Oh yes, the question about centerpoints. A gravitational point of center is not necessarily an object's real centerpoint. Mass anomalies in the object could effect where the gravity point locates. And in the case of the Sun, the Sun's gravitational point of center is not perfectly the solar center, in that gravity pulling by the planets, pulls the Sun's gravitational center off base around the solar centerpoint by amounts that can be calculated. It raises the question of whether the structures I have just surveyed are formed upon the action of gravity centerpoints, (thinks the Surveyor), or were the gravity centerpoints forcibly formed upon the actions of something totally more fundamental? Anybody think there's something stupid here? Adding and subtracting the radii of terran planets to terran planet orbits may seem ridiculous to cold nosed observers historically still staring at the slow big picture. Astronomers stationed on a snow peak know just what it feels like to make long slow observations knee deep in snow, calculating creeping slow motions minute after minute, as icicles slowly grow around the blow holes of their face masks. But size isn't any different than one of physics most established practices. In fact the ratio of relative size between the radii and orbits in this terran group of planets is right on par in magnitude with the ratio between the electron's mass energy equivalent, and the much smaller binding energy of the electron itself, in atoms. And goodness knows everyone keeps saying the best information about atoms and decays comes from adding and subtracting the tiny bits of binding energy, right to the last final decimal point's highest significant figure. Mind you, the binding energy proportions aren't necessarily duplicated out here in the solar system. How dumb can I get! I never even thought of MARS! The Surveyor slaps a hand against the guard rail and shouts to the remaining youngsters. Quick, quick, give me a hand, help me turn the platform around. The Surveyor wastes no time getting started. To make a long story short, the platform is quickly swivelled by a few grunts and wheezes and this time it is facing away from the space needle, toward outer space so to speak. For the Surveyor has remained in the same observational position, with bum swinging in a 180 degree arc as the platform is swung around by the kids, so that now, a Moon at the end of the platform would be in a FULL Moon view, backdropped by free space rather than the Sun. To look at another solar symmetry. But of what kind? At this moment there is nothing out there to even think about. Well, actually, there is. Can I? Should I? Well why not. The Surveyor plucks a few facts from the platform's backup data bank and before you know it, a transparent Sun exactly the size of the revolving restaurant has formed out over the apposing plain. Actually not that far out over the plain. Not quite double the distance back to the glass clock in the opposite direction behind the platform. Out here on the plain, the transparent Sun has been made to form precisely at a distance to be equal to the mean of the orbit of Mars. Why Mars? Who knows? The Surveyor has a hunch is all. It did not take long to key the strokes to make the Sun happen. The key-ins were vigorous and direct, with not a single slipup or pause for wrong action. This is because the Surveyor is hot on the call of another intuitional lunch. It is as if observers in a higher plain (perhaps even including a higher dimensional action of the Surveyor in fact), are inputting persistent urges which suddenly burst forth upon the Surveyor in ideas that can be readily acted upon. Let's see what is going to happen NOW, says the Surveyor, winking at the wide eyed youngsters. It is lucky that the slice for the monorail extension has been cleared through the towers of the old relics that clutter the latter part of the city, for the Surveyor has an unobstructed view out to the transparent Sun hovering like a flaming orange by itself some distance out on the plain. Interestingly, the Sun can only be seen when standing on the platform looking straight through the eyepiece of the gizmo. Again the amazing blind spot effect; instantly in focus, instantly gone, as the Surveyor shifts by moves no less than made by kneejerks on the platform. One, then another, then quickly all of the youngsters are allowed to take an eager look at the projection of the Sun sitting out there on the plane. Now with the curiosity and the keen harping of the little sharpies put to rest, the Surveyor is ready to settle down to some serious speculation. But the speculation phase doesn't last very long. For right away the Surveyor is lucky to find something of lasting value. To wit: The Surveyor has decided to begin with a simple idea. To wit: To find out what size of a moon needs to be in the Moon's mean of orbit, to perfectly superimpose the cross sectional diameter of the mirage of the new Sun hovering out there on the plain at Mar's mean of orbit. What the Surveyor intends to check is the SIZE of the new object, in full cross sectional diameter superimposed at perfect right angles to the full cross sectional diameter of the Sun, like upright sign posts along a highway. This is the same criteria by which all of the preceeding observations have been made. Foxing the platform to perform one or two calculations more than its original programming to deduce the size of the moon needed, doesn't take long, and very soon the platform after buzzing and going fuzzy at the end, begins to generate parts of the equation. A few seconds pass and suddenly SPANG! a small transparent ball appears at the end of the platform, vibrating vigorously. It is exactly in place on the platform's lineal grid along the floorboard that the platform designers had originally scaled to be the Moon's orbit. Good good everything's working, the Surveyor mutters. But what is it. It is just a ball sitting there. Nothing fancy, nothing recognizable, its energetic virbato rapidly diminishing to a standstill, and the hot red humm quickly fading to low audibles. Hmmmm maybe not. The smallish size of the ball has captured the Surveyor's attention. Much smaller than were the Earth and Venus, it is still clearly larger than would be the full Moon. Hmm, yes, right, it is also apparently a little larger than was the transparent Mercury. The Surveyor taps a few of the platform's astrophysical data buttons to produce a hunch. The hunch arrives in a hurry and right on schedule, so to speak. The ball, even as the kids (the grinning little sharpies) watch keenly, first vibrates, fades slightly, then reappears in the space of but a few seconds, unchanged in size but with brand new features. Sitting as real as life on the end of the surveyor's platform, is a brand new transparent familiar old sphere. Not an iota of its size has changed. Not even a twitch to mark a change in diameter. The new sphere is exactly the same size as before through its midsection, with a slight movement inward at the poles. But boy oh boy has it changed colors, and gained a whole new coat of features over the whole of its surface. The data banks of the platform are certainly reliable. This is no strange object. No not at all. Hey its Mars! one of the youngsters shouts. The youngsters quickly gather around the end of the platform to poke their fingers into the transparent Mars, testing it and gliding their hands over the imaginary textured surface. That's Mars! Just to make the whole thing convincing, one of the kids stands back and fires a bubble gum wad through Mons Olympus the giant volcano. The gumball flies straight through the eye of the volcano with uncanny accuracy, and keeps going right through the planet and out the other side, to stick against the brass that holds the eyepiece gizmo used by the Surveyor. Everyone laughs. Well wouldn't you just know, laughs the Surveyor. A hotshot. Just to be double certain, the Surveyor re-adjusts the eyepiece gizmo all over again and double checks the inputs and markers on the platform, and there is no doubt that this is the planet Mars, to exact averaged radius in size in fact, sitting contentedly just like it must actually be there, sitting right out there in full view like a red tinged large full Moon, where it superimposes a full scale recurrent replica of the Sun hovering out on the plain with its point of center at a distance exactly equivalent to Mars' Mean of orbit. The size to distance ratios are perfect. Being completely accurate about this, the Surveyor records that actually the center of the transparent spheriodal Mars as a large full Moon, sits Earthward from the Moon's mean of orbit by a nudge totally equal to the averaged radius of Mars itself. Not an iota of deviation. Not even one. Very tight in the physics that's for sure. No point in concidering a percentage of error in THESE calculations. There are none. How neat can tidy be, says the Surveyor, examining the input parameters one more time and again finding no deviations whatsoever. These bodies (Mars and the Sun) are precisely proportional in cross sectional overlays when so positioned in an appositive view faced away from Sun central, to the outer reaches of space in the solar system. It takes only a few squiggles of the pencil to get THESE facts recorded in the little notebook surveyor's use. CHAPTER 11 What is this? It is a busy carload near the end of the block. Oh oh, running out of time. Rather, it is time taking control of the present again, as pursued by humans. Sorry here come the officials from the Historical Law Society on a fact finding mission. Sounding off with a positive negative. What in heaven's name is taking you so god dam long to get back to the office with our Astronomical Unit figures, they want to know. But look at my figures, the Surveyor exclaims without hesitation, knowing that enthusiasm, and time, will tell, opening the little book surveyors use and pointing to the glorious datafinds gracing the pages. No way. What do they mean? How can they be useful? All these noisy questions. All the officials wanted to know about was only one distance. That one, the officials cry; one distance, from the intersection across the gap to the space needle, to revise the astronomical unit by 1 more significant digit, so we can include it in our upcoming latest edition of the Tourist's Observation Handbook. A simple task but oh no you blew it. Several officials have pointed straight along the monorail track, the Surveyor notices. Apparently these officials do not see the straight line connections along the track, through the clock to the space needle, even though the connections are right in front of their faces. All the Surveyor has to do is blink to see them. The office martinet looks to the hour just bonged on the clockface at the glass clock. And you spent all this time making a big thing of coincidences? shouts the martinet. From the hard looks on the official's faces it is clear that some value judgments are being freely expressed about the Surveyor's functional I.Q. capacity. You can imagine the hiss in the thinking of some of the members. Oh well. Judgments are a one way street. The Surveyor is just as happy to put the calculations away in the tote bag. The officials help to quickly disassemble the platform and clear the intersection. In a moment it looks like nothing untoward has ever happened here on the street named Bedlam in the city, intersected by the street named Peace. But something has. The Surveyor still has the calculations. They are on little sheets of paper in the little note book surveyor's use. The proportions are finally physically recorded for the first time on the planet. The calculations can be shown again anytime, anywhere, to anyone who wants to see them. However an up front problem already obvious to the Surveyor is in proposing information that authorities don't even want to hear about let alone to look at or investigate. POSTCRIPT... Well, stories are stories and this one is a whopper. Nevertheless, perhaps this story will get some reader's attention. For the astrophysical facts in the story are in earnest. I'll let you in on a secret. Without mentioning the word ECLIPSE even once, in this otherworld analogy are included many important innerview steps describing mechanical and mathematical details and the means of derivations, for five different sets of ECLIPSE states which can be perceived in straight line conjunctions between points of center of solar objects in perfect full cross sectional diameters and absolute orbital locations, showing that a quantum gravity exists in a display of well developed arrays in the solar system. It demonstrates that total eclipses in the solar system are neither co-incidental, nor amazing! They are PERFECT! The Surveyor as presented in the story uses mathematics no more sophisticated than solving the proportions of similar triangles having bases standing at right angles from altitudes linked along a single straight line, to see the proportions clearly. In other words, parallaxes, orbital tilts, and slow motion passings which occasionally result in amazing coincidental Solar eclipses have been entirely excluded. As has also mass, left entirely out of the proportions. The quantum states are constructed as artifacts of space itself, highlighted in these new observations about gravity. What is intuitively hinted at are projections of energy principles in the form of massless recurring images, somewhat the same as massless projections of sonic energy in the sounds from a stereo system's loudspeakers. IN SUMMARY: Instead of entropy dynamics, we go to a steady state view which is constant, with all facts able to be seen from centerpoint to centerpoint along a perfectly straight line as flat targets lined up like stop signs through space in a steady state panorama. The cross sectional diameters cannot be seen in the crosshairs to be in perfect superimposure, until they are seen at full, flat, right angles. It is a physics no different than lining up transparent spheres consisting of the Sun, plus (in focal lens locations) discretely varied planet sized moons which displace by (and differ in size by) amounts that are ultimately discrete; differing in amounts precisely the difference between a polar vrs equatorial radii of a planet, the differences found as the result of simple yet exceedingly precise inherent proportions. These have been cited in the story as 'Hyper Fine Distinctions'. In fact, even though three positions displaced result in three locations and three distinct radii for each of the eclipsing bodies, the amount of displacement for each of the eclipsing bodies is actually just one averaged diameter for the Moon, for the Earth as an eclipser, for Venus as an eclipser, and for Mercury as an eclipser. Those are very small distances indeed, in terms of overall solar astronomy, and yet they are perfectly precisely in place without deviation. The amount the eclipsers displace when tied 100 percent to a planet's eccentricity, is exactly just one diameter of either planets Mercury, Venus, and Earth, no more, no less, no other. Something else worth mentioning; in the story, the whole structure was surveyed by end-sighting, as an alternate means to confirm what can otherwise also be established to the same exactitudes in the form of universal laboratory frame references for the information via the proportions. Peace Power and Plenty everyone. Copyright March, 16, 1990. Revised May 20, 1992. Revised April 17, 1994. R.S. Livingstone Ottawa. Canada. - IN DIVINE ORDER -