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Alternity, an Alternate History Novel
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"And every human is a TV set?" Laura sipped her iced coffee daintily.

"Every human nervous system, as well as any other nervous system in the animal kingdom, not to mention other forms of life. You might say all of evolution is the creation of bigger and better receptors--brains--for the waves of consciousness all around us."

Laura sucked bottom, making a brief hollow sound. "So, whose brain is that in my father's office?"

"I'm getting to that."

The conversation paused as the waitress placed Myers's plate (bacon burned) before him, asked Laura if she'd like another iced coffee, then retreated when Laura shook her head "no."

Myers stubbed his cigarette out and reached for the salt shaker. "The TV analogy is apt 'cause part of your dad's theory was that, just like a TV is set to a particular channel, a mind is set to a particular channel of consciousness."

"What about split-screen TVs?"

"Don't be difficult. Sure, one can twist the knob and change to a different station, but the set is already limited to a pre-determined range of frequencies that it can display on-screen." Myers crunched hard on a piece of charred meat. "What you see on-screen, your consciousness, depends on your hardware and how it's programmed. Every brain is unique, and so every brain is tuned to a different channel of the universe. You could think of that channel as a soul, floating free in the universe and waiting to be received by a mind that's sufficiently developed. Your father thought this was why individuals would experience things outside of their bodies after those bodies had ceased to function."

Laura allowed her eyes to caress the days-old stubble above the sheen of her breakfast partner's jawline. "Do you think two people could be tuned to the same channel, be on the same wavelength?"

Myers looked away, hard, as he held a slice of bacon between two fingers. "Never thought of that." He dropped the bacon back onto his plate, wiped his fingers with a paper napkin, and pushed the plate away. "But that sort of leads me to the rest of my explanation. Your dad had it all worked out by the time he took me on as an assistant." He looked about himself for potential eavesdroppers once more. "We recruited volunteers from the hospital, terminally-ill patients, and placed tiny electrodes on their reticular formations."




















































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