Synchronicity

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Balance metric pressure at 057.

Metric pressure

sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

Radioactivity meters online,

ready for exposure.

Docking hatch open and clear.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Preparing to load.

Hold full exposure duration

at no more than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon

to engage sequence.

Left 45, then right.

Left... right.

You just caused

a thermonuclear explosion,

wiped out the whole city.

Sorry, Jim.

I promise I'll get it right

on the day.

This is the day, Matty.

You want us to switch?

No, there's no time for him

to learn the meters.

I'll never understand

how you're able to solve

the most complex

mathematical equations,

but you can't tell

left from right.

It's a form of dyscalculia.

The parietal lobes

of my cerebral cortex...

Okay.

We have time for one more practice

run at this. Reset everything.

We've been at this

for 72 hours straight.

Only two more till we go live.

I'll get you some more coffee.

Coffee, amphetamines,

more coffee.

You're gonna kill yourself.

We are precious moments

from a topological anomaly.

Is that what I should tell

everyone at your funeral?

No.

You signed

a confidentiality agreement.

Jim Beale, project log.

Part one of the experiment.

Tentative results.

Opening a traversable wormhole

in the space-time continuum,

first ever recorded.

This tear that I will create

in the fabric of the universe

is powered by M.R.D.

Extremely volatile,

radioactive substance,

so, of course,

all precautions will be taken.

Possible dangers range

from manageable radiation leak to...

well, the universe

collapsing onto itself.

It's now 47 minutes until we initiate

the first part of the sequence...

opening one end of the wormhole.

Okay. He should be here.

I'm gonna give him

the Big Bang speech.

Oh, Jim, give him the fireworks.

That's what he's here for.

Now, once opened, we should detect

a unique sequence

of particles sent through

from the other side,

a sequence so unique

that we will know that we

sent them to ourselves.

And I will have

proof of the findings

to show our venture capitalist,

Klaus Meisner.

And he will then provide

the necessary M.R.D.

for us to open the other end.

Let's see what I'm paying for.

Then we will send this unique

sequence of particles

back through to ourselves,

thereby proving that the project

is a success.

The Big Bang.

We have proven theories...

This isn't my ideal situation.

To have an investor be this kind

of major factor in an experiment.

But I only have enough M.R.D.

to open one end.

We are about to embark on a journey

- that's going to take...

- Enough of the physics lesson.

Get on with the light show.

This whole thing is

an experiment in certainty.

I'm certain it will work.

Balance metric pressure at 057.

Metric pressure

sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Docking hatch open and clear.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Hold full exposure no longer

than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

Here we go.

Jim. Jim.

We thought you were having a seizure.

- Did it work?

- Kept you from biting your tongue.

- No, the machine.

- The magnetic core melted.

- The regulator's blown.

- Where's Klaus?

He left when you were unconscious.

You can only burn a candle

at both ends for so long.

You should go home

and get some sleep.

I sold my home to pay you and Matty.

Maybe it was sabotage.

- Right.

- No, I'm serious.

Maybe it was visitors from the future

who came back to destroy our project

because it eventually leads

to some distant apocalypse.

It's a distinct possibility.

Guys.

Look what I found.

It's an exotic hybrid

of the dahlia genus.

There. Right there. That black speck.

Could be a missing pixel.

- It's moving.

- Yeah. There it goes.

There.

- I think that was Matty.

- No, no, I saw someone.

I saw it before I blacked out.

It looked like a person. Not Matty.

They went out the front.

Where did you just come from?

I should be asking you.

How did you do that?

- What?

- That.

How did you get here?

In a car. How did you get here?

You didn't just walk

through a wormhole?

You're making me feel like I did.

I just met you.

Then why are you acting

like you know me?

I don't.

You left before you could see.

It was a success.

Didn't appear

that way to me, Mr. Beale.

If you just come back

into the lab.

You've wasted my money.

Now you're wasting my time.

I can prove to you that it worked.

Look, I'm already late

for a previous engagement.

We made history tonight. I'm sure

whoever it is will understand.

"Whoever it is" is my wife.

She's already at the restaurant,

and I assure you,

she will not understand.

Why don't you

and your little friend join us

and we can discuss this over dinner?

We just met.

- Another time, then.

- No. no, no, no.

We would love to join you and your

wife for dinner, wouldn't we?

- Abby.

- Abby.

Abby.

What's going on, Jim?

Start running preliminary tests

on the flower.

I'm gonna go to dinner

with the Meisners and Abby.

Okay.

Who's Abby?

What we've done is folded

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