“Richard, I would be very interested to know
your thoughts on what the hell powers this thing,” I said.
“I’m not sure, but I know it isn’t rockets
or any other form of fuel-burning propulsion systems. If I had to make an
educated guess, I would say it is powered by some form of electromagnetic propulsion
system.”
“What would its top speed be, do you
reckon?”
“I wouldn’t have a clue; it could be
virtually unlimited.”
“Let’s see if we can find out,” I said. I
commanded the ship to fly around the planet at fastest safe speed and return to
the hangar. The landscape in front of us suddenly blurred and dropped away even
more as the ship went ballistic.
I say that I commanded the ship to perform
various actions implying that I was using english language to command it, but
this was not actually the case. I am merely explaining to you, the reader, the
processes of getting the ship to perform the functions I wanted it to do. I was
actually commanding the ship by picturing the functions I wished it to perform
in my mind and it complied,
For example: When I commanded the ship to
move forward and then stop, rotate to the left ninety degrees and leave the
hangar I was actually picturing the ship in the middle of the taxiway, then
turning to the left and heading out the hangar doors in my mind and the ship
complied.
So I was actually commanding the ship with
pictures in my mind...not language. To use the terminology of our younger
generation ( May they Rest in Peace) it
was,
WAY COOL!
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