Corlos Ops was a holographic masterpiece that any Section 9 machine
would be proud of. There were holographic representations of
celestial objects; some were obvious while others seemed disconnected
if not cryptic. There was a lot going on in the Universe:
Most agendas did not concern Corlos, but those that strayed from the
devine score were watched more closely.
2. Right now, there was entirely too much focus on the 3rd body
orbiting Andromeda's Sol satellite. Operatives were examining a
number of anamoly warnings; some collaborated on a collusion of markers
while others disected specific points. Sol III was going to
cascade into other issues.
3. "That's the problem with not being there,"
Daniel said. His demeanor proclaimed, "It's a damn good thing we
have a 'time' advantage;" everyone was astutely on the same
page. He was alluding to Kolob Standard Time, which
preceded all others. Earth was so far behind KST, that it
be the focus of so many warnings; no more threatening than a
4. "How does all this shit happen all at once," B'jhon
remarked. "And you're telling me?" Daniel
replied. "Most of this hasn't happened yet," B'jhon clarified for
Alma, who performed his share of Ops duty too. "I have an agent
ready for redeployment," Alma reported.
5. "Well, he's certainly not going there... " B'jhon
alluded to a row of workstations with one arm, and alluded to to what
they were focused on, with his other arm. "We've tagged
all of the pieces," B'jhon explained, "but
were getting multiple shard warnings -- the crux is being monitored
right over there." He nodded toward
the station that was monitoring the chief enigma.
6. "Looks pretty messy," Alma observed. He couldn't recall
this much focus concentrated on a specific point, ever.
7. B'jhon sighed comically, "You're just going to have to wait
until we can clear some of this up." Alma inquisitively cocked
his head at the station dealing with the key shard, "Isn't that station
keeping?" he wondered, "It must be adjuncted for the crisis."
Normally, that station monitored Corlos transmissions, but it wasn't
8. "It won't hurt anything if I just look at the controls," he
reasoned, "I won't change anything -- I'll just look."
9. Dayton touched the stand-by light, ready to
turn it off if anything went wrong. The
stand-by light turned green and the console illuminated. Two
smaller monitors on either side of
a central viewer illuminated. Several
touch-sensitive sliders lit up from beneath the surface.
There were other precision instruments whose exact purpose might
require more time to figure out.
10. A square
panel in the center of the console disappeared; through the opening
rose a black joy-stick that seated itself flush with the
surface. The engineering was so flawless, that all traces of
panel seams disappeared anamorphically.
Dayton was delighted, “This is interesting,”
he beamed like a kid opening Christmas presents.
The indiscernible space on the other side of the simulator threshold
became animated with the colorful hues of outer space. The view
was realistic and full: To step across the threshold would
literally enter that
13. Directors before Daniel had used the simulator to
different points in
space at different points in time. That's why they called it a
simulator. When Corlos started using it as an injection portal,
the name 'simulator' stuck because everyone knew it by that name.
14. Dayton toyed with the joystick and zoomed
in on a nearby sun, getting so close that the hydrogen flares
overwhelmed his senses. The light was so bright and the fire so hot,
he should have been vaporized. That's when the simulation aspect
the threshold is most appreciated. The filtering technology
15. “I definitely
like this,” he said, impressed by the extreme realism. It was real, but life on Corlos made
everyone question what was
real. Corlos made time look no more serious than a tape player.
simulator had a completely different feel from the driver's seat.
It felt like the power of God was at your finger tips. "I
can kill time quite nicely with this," he said. He didn't know
just how premonitive his thought would be.
“Where shall we go, what shall we see?”
Dayton realized the limitless implications of this
device, he began to remember his life before Corlos, which wasn't too
terribly long ago.
"What would I change?" he asked. A time tamperer's first greatest
20. Corlos had ingrained their rules of engagement in
him, but that did not suppress his revived intrigue: What
if? "I don't have to actually change anything -- I can just
look." A time tamperer's second greatest mistake.
Dayton lit up with newfound vigor, oblivious to the danger his
indiscretion presented. "Imagine what Pandora could
have done with this?" he quipped, quite lost with his new found
Although his past life
was all but extinct, the insatiable, "What if?" was killing him.
He never had closure. Nobody did. Agents simply have to
deal with it. A warning should have
went off in his head, especially someone near the top of the corporeal
food chain. Nobody is allowed on the dias, let alone, taking it
for a spin.
"What actually happened?" he asked himself.
"I never saw the outcome -- except for 27th century Earth.
III was a direct result of 'our' science. What went
wrong?" To merely 'peek' shouldn't pose any
24. "If I screw something up -- I can always fix
it." That was B'jhon's opening line to every simulator trainee as
the #1 error, and #1 way to lose your status as an operator.
A time tamperer's third greatest mistake.
“Earth,” he said in the form
of an absolute. “Where is it – I know it’s…” Dayton manipulated the
quite skillfully. His knowledge of
stellar carteology was quite extensive at this point in his life.
The blinking 'autofind' light waited for him to touch it, but he seemed
to know his way around without it.
navigated to the perimeter of the Milky Way and located the newest spar
of Andromeda. From there he located Alpha-Centuri, Sol, then
Earth. "This thing is phenomonal!" he praised.
27. He paused in Earth orbit for a moment -- he had
wanted to see the serene curvature of Earth from space. He picked
up a random transmission in English: "... Now everyone wants to
cash in on Quantum potential by adding the word 'Quantum' to their
bullshit scams: If it doesn't have anything to do with Quantum
Science, then they shouldn't be allowed..." "No," Dayton pulled back,
although he whole heartedly agreed, "I'm not here to listen to the
28. He set the time datum to 1938
local time; having just left the year 2749 barely 50 minutes ago.
"This is easy," he reassured himself, "If someone comes in -- I'll shut
it down. No one will know." If he felt any hesitation, it
wasn't stronger than his urge to press forward.
He zoomed in below the clouds over Europe, remembering the opening of
Triumph des Willens von Leni Reifenstahl as if it was yesterday.
Hitler loved her film so much that she earned a permanent place in his
30. There was the forest where he was driving when his
car exploded. The time dial had micro elemental
manipulated the hour, minutes and seconds while zooming
in and out of familiar locations. He felt empowered, if not
recklessly impulsive. This device could tear the
Universe in two, in the hands of a villain.
examined Hitler's favorite retreats and recalled Hitler's more
memorable moments at the Berghoff. It felt like no time had
at all. He zoomed into the bunker beneath the Chancellery that
Albert Speer had built. Although the Fuhrer tolerated
the bunker's purpose, he regarded it as a coffin, and forbade anyone to
enter it without his personal permission. The bunker plan was one
month ahead of Dieter's recruitment. Hitler had not yet discussed
the idea with Speer or Dieter.
Dayton fast-forwarded through the news, catching key
headlines on a monitor. America entered the war, the Allies
advance, Hitler commits suicide, the
Nuremberg Trials, Germany divides, the Cold War, the Cold War ends, the
rise of religious terrorism... he had backtracked the latter half
of history from Kennedy III.
He backed up to an image of East and West Germans tearing down the
wall that divided them; the dust frozen in mid-air. "What
if?" he asked.
35. The faultless
realism hypnotized him. "I'm drowning," he whispered, realizing
that he was making a fatal mistake, psychiatrically diabled, “This is
only a simulator...,”
rationalized, but who was he trying to kid? He had deployed in
the simulator so many times since his original recruitment, that no
excuse would be acceptable for abusing it. He knew better.
After throwing caution to the wind, he entertained several plausible
justifications: "Did not every operative face this type of
certain that my Corlos conditioning can't be reversed."
if I simply 'persuade' Hitler to persue a more
peaceful conclusion?” That idea seemed like the magic absolution
that he was looking for, "What could be so 'bad' about that?"
38. "An alternate Universe is not
the alternate Universe
from its own point of view," Daniel says.
39. "How do I know that I wasn't suppsed to do
this? Isn't everyone on Sunova psionic? Is anyone even
attention?" he wondered. Ultimately, "Maybe it's my fault for not intervening? Not that's a good one!" If
everyone in Ops had not been so
preoccupied with precisely the same subject and locale, somebody might
have been able to avert this. Dayton's intentions were
sufficiently holistic from his perspective, but, "good intentions are never good enough," according to
B'jhon. "Ich habe eine Möglichkeit, wirklich aufzuheben,
wirklich schwerer Fehler," "I have a chance to reverse a really, really
bad mistake," he rationalized. And so began his end...
He had regressed back into Dieter without even realizing how subtle the
change was. In his own mind, he was in full
control, which made him even more responsible. He carefully
plotted the best moment to re-enter, "Ich habe noch einige unerledigte
Geschäft mit der
Fuhrer," "I've got some unfinished business with
41. There were several places where Hitler would be
especially happy to see him.
42. Dayton felt his pulse race. His rational mind
was trying to warn him. Psychiatrically, he had leaped from the
diving board and was destined for the water; like a paratrooper who
can't return to the plane after jumping out. His intellectual
apparatus powered down and he found himself sprinting toward the
point of no return as if it was a finish line. "You can still
stop!" his sanity tried to warn him. "This is Corlos -- I can stop in mid flight..."
"My uniform," he said out loud. So much for sanity. The
simulator threshold would add
his uniform as soon as he crossed
44. He needed to be sure, so he piloted the
simulator to a
forest in the valley
and dismounted the platform.
Stepping near, but not across, he extended his arm and saw the black
jacket sleeve of his former SS
that Hitler had tailor-made for him.
“That answers that.”
the platform and knew exactly where he was going.
48. "Maybe I'll save millions of lives?" Maybe
this is a manifestation of the Fuhrer's Divine Providence? For
all intents and purposes -- he was beyond committed.
set the index for September
1939. “I can change everything now.”
50. Across the threshold was the Chancellery
bathroom near the Fuhrer's office on the upper floor. He moved
the scene forward and back twice to make sure that his crossing would
go unnoticed. "I hope I can still play this
right," he sighed, then repeated in German, "Ich hoffe, dass
ich noch spielen können dieses recht." His former perfect
syntax would return once he was fully immersed again.
stuffed Xanax into the crotch of his underwear, dismounted the platform
and stepped into the simulated
bathroom. It was that simple: He was gone.
To be certain, he turned 360 degrees to make sure. He was truly
there as if he had always been there. Corlos was the dream
now. The devil's advocate taunted him in Dayton's voice, "You
realize you can't come
back?" "Ein wenig spätes jetzt.," "A little late now," he
replied as Dieter.
He felt his crotch just to make sure that Xanax was still there.
He was. "Ich bin immer deutsch gewesench," he reminded himself
while checking himself in the mirror. Everything had to be
perfect: His voice, the uniform,
Before he could practice a monologue for Hitler, the bathroom door
swung open and in walked Hitler's chauffeur.
"Herr Heidleberg!" the chauffeur acknowledged, snapping to
attention and rendering the proper salute. "Why are you up here?"
Dieter thought, "Shouldn't you be with the car?" Bathrooms were
supposed to be exempt from salute formality, per Hitler, so that
everyone could get their business done and return to the
Just like a wind-up toy, Dayton promptly returned the greeting and
exited the bathroom as if it had been just yesterday. In fact, it
had been, just yesterday. He was one day ahead of the fatal
insurgent car bomb. Shortening his trip one day early was not
likely to escape Hitler's notice, but Hitler was not likely to care,
since it was Dieter.
Hitler's three secretaries were busy at work.
Frau Schroeder and Frau Wolfe acknowledged Dieter with a
courteous smile and returned to their work. Dieter
could come and go as he pleased, with or without an appointment, per
Hitler's personal adjutant rendered a stoic nod, and continued
working. So far, no sign of anything
He approached the grand entrance to Hitler's office, where the
elegant 'AH' monogram rested proudly above the mantle.
The SS Guards posted on either side, opened their
respective door with rehearsed percision. Bormann came out,
writing on a note pad, and didn't bother to acknowledge Dieter at
Dayton tugged down on his uniform coat to smooth out any wrinkles and
moved forward with purpose.
Behind the desk, in front of the left wall, wearing
glasses and a charcol-grey business suit was the Fuhrer.
Hitler briefly glanced over the top edge of his glasses and approved
of Dieter's entrance by doing nothing at all.
Fuhrer was reading excerpts from the foreign press, "How was your
vacation?" Hitler asked.
Fuhrer," Dayton answered.
Hitler motioned for Dieter to come forward and
Nobody was ever invited to sit down, not even Boremann.
congeniality with Dieter was outside the scrutiny of others.
stepped forward as instructed, but did not sit down.
Fuhrer," Dieter began curtly, "at about 3:15
in the afternoon, on 30 April 1945, you put a pistol in your mouth
pulled the trigger."
Hitler froze at Dieter's insolence, but did not immediately look up at
him. Anyone else beginning a dialogue like that might have been
Dieter continued, "You were in a special bunker that was
discreetly built underneath this very Chancellery."
Hitler removed his glasses in utter shock and afforded Dieter his full
He even looked stunned.
Hitler folded his right arm across his chest
and rested his left elbow on it. He curled the fingers of his
left hand over his lips. He had not even discussed the bunker
yet, so how in the hell did Dieter
know anything about it? It's not that Dieter wouldn't be privy to
such information -- there was just no possible way that he could know
"You do realize," Hitler reminded Dieter, "that you're primary
responsibility to me has nothing to do with politics OR
"Oh, yes," my Fuhrer, Dayton answered, "I emphatically
understand that, but...if I am your friend, and I discovered something
could either 'help or hurt' your vision for Germany -- would not a loyal
friend reveal such information to his Fuhrer?"
Hitler couldn't argue with his logic, and he was flattered by the
he wasn't stupid either. Hitler knew this wasn't normal, "Could a
4-day vacation provoke this kind of
change?" he wondered. "Three days," Hitler remembered. He
was definitely not concerned about a missing day.
87. Hitler flatly asked, "What happened to you?"
His question contained genuine warmth and friendly concern.
He was always more candid with Dieter.
even you know that your opening remark was…slightly
out-of-character?" Hitler said.
Dayton reached into his pants to retrieve Xanax.
Hitler rolled his eyes, "Has it been
that long?" he quipped, "You just had a vacation!" Dieter
retrieved what looked like a photograph from his trousers while Hitler
wondered, "What's wrong with pockets?" Then he added, "Ahhh, a
Hitler stepped toward him with renewed enthusiasm.
"It's not an ordinary photograph,"
Dayton replied, "I built this."
Hitler chuckled lightly, squinting to see the image. It was
customary for guests to hold photos for his
Dayton continued, "This is a computer that I built in
the 27th century."
Hitler laughed out loud because Dieter's humor was crassly
inappropriate. He made eye contact with him and began to wonder,
"What are you not telling me?"
Hitler assumed one of his trademark poses, with
his hands on his hips, "You know that I do not like to get impatient
you Dieter, after all, you are the German ideal -- but I must
that you get to the bottom of this at once!" The Fuhrer held out
his hand in the form of a demand.
96. Dayton did not surrender the
"Xanax," Dayton said, which Hitler presumed to be some form of
explanation, "accelerate you and I only, so that we can
at different points in the room, without time constraints." Xanax
Hitler froze while Dayton walked to the furthermost corner of his
“OK, Xanax,” Dayton said, “we're going to do this a few times, so just
do it on cue – I want him to get the point -- activate and deactivate
Dayton pressed his thumb on Xanax and Hitler became reanimated, seeing
suddenly in the corner of the room as if
he had vanished and reappeared by magic.
"See what I mean, my Fuhrer?" Dieter said, before Hitler could
react. He pressed his thumb on Xanax again.
Dieter moved behind Hitler's desk and sat down in the Fuhrer's
chair. He pressed on Xanax.
"Now do you believe me, my Fuhrer?" Hitler wisked around, aghast
that anyone would dare sit behind his desk.
Dayton pressed Xanax again, Hitler froze, and Dayton returned to the
exact same position he was in when he began the demonstration.
Hitler felt disoriented; inclined to believe that he suffered some kind
of ailment if he wasn't asleep.
107. This marked the only time in Adolf
Hitler's life that he had nothing
to say. Evidently, Dieter had made his point.
Hitler left Dayton where he stood, slowly strolled back his desk and
sat down in quiet contemplation.
The chair was still warm from Dayton's butt; the only other butt to
have sat in that chair. This was the first
time that Hitler had irrefutable proof of a power superior to
his. His chair reminded himself that he was still in charge.
"It would be pointless
to attempt to capture you," Hitler said calmly, wondering if there was
a tactical advantage that he might have missed. Nothing like this
happened before, but his fondness for Dieter was unchanged.
110. "You don't really want to
capture me," Dieter answered, revealing his Daytonesque charm. He
had a bigger license now, than before, to part with rigid formality.
Hitler sighed, "A device such as, that which you have shown me, could
to sit on this side of the desk..." Notwithstanding that
Dieter had already demonstrated that fact. Hitler looked at
Dieter a little more sternly, "so why haven't you used
it?" He wasn't talking about the demonstsration. He was
talking about Dieter replacing him as the Fuhrer.
"My Fuhrer," Dayton replied, "I just want you to ‘hear’ what I
say about the future."
Hitler shook his head in the negative, but not as a “No” answer -- he
was mearly bewildered that Dieter, with his devine technology, would
remain loyal to him.
“Very well then,” Hitler said, rising and walking toward a private,
"let's go to my resting room where you can have my full attention."
Hitler pressed an intercom button on his desk and ordered, "I do not
to be disturbed." "Yes, my Fuhrer," came the response.
Hitler's office was bugged with his consent, but his sleep chamber was
clean. He pushed opened a hidden panel and permitted Dieter to
enter first. From there the conversation traveled to the ends of
the Universe before Hitler became fully enlightened.
117. It wasn't
just a few truths, but volumes of information that Hitler wasn't
supposed to know that Dieter revealed. Hitler did not necessarily
believe, much less comprehend every word of Dieter's account.
118. Dieter had broken a code of fidelity, the
consequences of which, were much more severe than anything Hitler could
119. Unless this meeting between Dayton and Hitler could be stopped or
somehow mitigated, Earth's history would become unalterably
sooner Alma returned, the better.