The Slip

The participatory event broke up and was concluded, after which, conversations began in earnest amongst the persons whom had gathered for the event. In fray of compression-relaxation transmissions, a brief pause occurred as some carefully chosen propulsion pulses were transmitted down the superhighway. Movement was not direct, as there were several obstacles that had to be negotiated. After a short while, the obstacles retreated, clearing the path of travel.

Based on what I had said, one would have thought that a local buffer had been filled and was in need of a purge, however, a scan of the buffer strain sensors revealed no such need. While it was true that the buffer I was examining would need purging in the future, as it was a nominal event, As far as I could scan, I was unable to check the buffer status of others that were nearby. This was one case where a future truth was taken to be currently effective. I had a curiosity.

Somewhere in the records, was the location to which we were travelling. The electron network helped out in this case, and illuminated a section of the memory space that held a dimensional construct. As the pattern emerged, I discovered that we had deviated more than slightly, as the pattern became obscured by pulses of noise and crackles of power. The whorl had slipped a number of tendrils into the region of the construct and began to shield the pattern from further examination.