PetitPau posted: " Einstein's theory of relativity shows that time is relative in the same sense that space is.The course of time and the dimensions of space depend on the state of motion of the reference frame.The problem that simultaneity is relative accoun"
Einstein's theory of relativity shows that time is relative in the same sense that space is.
The course of time and the dimensions of space depend on the state of motion of the reference frame.
The problem that simultaneity is relative accounts for the non-existence of absolute time proposed by Newton, in the same way that the relativity of space determines that two things that occur in the same place in space according to a reference system, occur at different points of space with respect to another system in relative motion.
To briefly explain, if we travel in a train car at constant speed and we bounce a ball vertically against the ground, with respect to the train car the ball always falls in the same place on the floor, on the other hand with respect to the ground, the ball advances with the car and each time it falls to the ground, it does so in a different place in space because the floor of the train has changed position.
A similar thing happens over time.
What happens is that we are used to the relativity of space and not to that of time, which is why the latter seems so difficult to assimilate.
-EXCERPT FROM A UNIVERSITY ARTICLE INTRODUCING RELATIVITY-
JIN Date: May 10th, 2018
The last box seemed to weight him 10 times more than the previous ones. With a grunt of annoyance and a worrying tug on his lower back, Jin dropped it to the ground a few feet away from the entrance threshold, unable to take another step. The pang in his waist didn't abate, and he couldn't help cursing, albeit in a low voice for fear that the boy would hear. He looked doubtfully at the door, but there was no sign of him. He had run in with his toys and was probably very entertaining ordering them.
He cursed again, clumsily massaging the area to ease the muscles. He was aware that his body was getting weaker every day, but he only realized the seriousness of his health when he tried to do efforts or activities like that.
The move had been rushed, poorly organized, and of course it had been practically carried out by himself loading and unloading the household belongings into a cheap moving truck that he got at the last minute on the Internet. He didn't like to handle himself like that, nor did he like to leave. But he also could not explain to anyone what might happen if he stayed in his old home and a neighbor noticed the obvious differences that would be seen in him. A bitter smile crept around the corners of his parched lips. He couldn't talk to anyone about anything. His illness had, however, been an excellent excuse. A disgrace, of course, but one that had given his allegation sufficient force: this new department was close to the hospital.
His eyes closed wearily, as he tried in vain to regain the strength he needed to bend down, grab the damn box full of knick-knacks that he probably would never use, and get in the house, so he could shower. Sweat beaded his forehead and the tendons in his arms burned uncomfortably. He would need to take painkillers if he did not want to worry the child.
His features began to sour at the thought that led him to think of the little boy and of Attorney Kim's words, just before he stepped in to be given guardianship at absurdly fast speed.
<< - Are you sure you can take care of him...? - >>
His body tensed, uncomfortable with the course of his doubts.
He hadn't planned on getting sick, but he couldn't give up after all this. He had gone too far to allow himself to feel regret. - Help you, sir? - A deep voice pulled him out of his turbulent sea of thoughts and hypothetical situations.
Jin turned around, looking for whoever was speaking to him, and he saw a teenager of about 18 or 19 years old, who was watching him with a rather peculiar square smile.
- Please - he replied with a kindness that he hoped would hide the gloom of his musings - I need to get this last box in... but I think I'm getting older than I thought...
- Don't worry sir… uhmm…
- Kim Seok Jin - he helped him complete with a smile - I'm moving here.
- That's fantastic, no one lived here for a long time - replied the young man, outlining that rectangle on his face again - My name is Taehyung, I live next door.
HOSEOK Date: April 4th, 2020
He woke up shaking, dizzy and covered in an icy sheen of sweat. His head was spinning at breakneck speed that forced him to hold onto the gurney where they had left him, unable to open his eyes.
He had no idea how long he had been unconscious; after the last injection the scientists had given him, every second had been like dying until his mind was disconnected. He was sure that he had passed out from the pain if that was possible.
Every breath from him felt like a twinge in his chest. Given a choice, he would choose without hesitation a thousand detoxes from his alcoholism rather than go through another bloody experimental injection again.
A painful groan came out of his mouth with the bitter feeling and cruel reality hitting his being. He was locked up like a lab rat. He would die there, with some crap in his system placed by the government. That dark hospital room would be the last thing his eyes would see, or perhaps the expressionless face of some doctor with a syringe in his hands.
Confused noises and a close breath came to be processed with difficulty in his clouded mind. He was aware that something had just been injected into him when the pressure exerted on his arm to mark the vein disappeared.
Someone had just woken him with something or revived him, he wasn't sure anymore.
-You woke up.-
The voice was heard next to him, and even without having opened his eyes, because of his discomfort, he was perfectly able to recognize who was speaking to him. The redhead stifled a sob. He refused to look, so he pressed harder on his eyelids.
It was him, he had no doubts.
He believed that he had finally lost his mind. The pain increased, now like a deep emptiness in his chest.
The guilt and the memories again.
He didn't know which discomfort hurt the most.
"I died? Is this torture from hell?..." he wondered, trying to hold the moisture in his tear ducts.
-I know you woke up - the man next to him insisted.
He forced himself to try to focus on the dark room where he had been confined against his will, hoping that it was a trick of his mind, like remembering Jeon's voice. However, even with everything spinning around, the figure of the tall, broad-shouldered man beside him was easy to notice.
- Mr. Kim… - he murmured with a cracking voice and anguish creeping up his throat.
- Hoseok... - he replied with a calm absolutely out of place, given the dire situation in which the young man was tied to the stretcher.
It seemed like a fucking nightmare. It had to be. He hadn't seen him for over a year. From the longest day of his entire existence. Since his life had been broken into a thousand pieces.
Tears fell without permission from his eyes, he was tired, he couldn't fight anymore.
The man leaned toward him until he was inches away, so that his wide eyes could focus on the angular face he possessed and pay full attention to it.
The boy did not know if it was his imagination, but his features were disjointed, his dark circles were pronounced and he seemed to be agitated.
-Hoseok... I need you to talk to me in detail about that day and that accident... - he said in a whisper full of feelings that he could not process. –Hoseok, this is important... - the man seemed to be scared - What was it? What didn't you tell me? What did you two hide from me?
JIMIN Date: ????
The boy finally agreed to follow him and was only a few steps behind him as they made their way through the ruined streets.
If he was completely honest with himself, he doubted that any of this was a good idea. Vante couldn't risk a new exposure to a timeless, but in turn he couldn't leave his partner alone for so long. It had taken him long enough to explore that area where his improvised teams had marked abnormal variation in radiation, and he hoped that nothing bad had happened in his absence.
JiMin frowned at his facial features, drowning in his own calculations, trying to think of the possible variants for taking the confused young man to the lair. Vante hadn't had an exposure since The End, and he had no idea what his reaction might look like.
He sighed tiredly as he adjusted his scratched glasses and narrowed his eyes with some difficulty to focus properly. He needed to loot some ophthalmology place where he can get better glasses. And he needed to calm his racing pulse.
He took a quick glance to check the distance the companion was keeping from him, who looked like a lost puppy. He didn't seem to be the second generation because he looked fucking confused, which gave him a certain reassurance, even though he had a gun at hand in his threadbare pants. His senses were kept alert, in case the little boy behind him made a sudden movement that revealed other more violent intentions.
While he was by no means a believer, he practically prayed that this young man is from the first generation of timeless. Maybe he was because of everything he had lived through, but a pinch of his being felt what people normally call "Faith". If the cherry-haired boy was there, perhaps it is the card he was waiting for to change the fateful destiny of humanity.
In front of him, he could see the ruins of the hospital where they were staying, so he accelerated his steps among the rubble and crashed cars. The image of the site brought back dire memories, even if it was not the headquarters where it had all happened. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and focus solely on the real variants he had to deal with. He reminded himself internally that he shouldn't think about the past, not yet.
- We're here - he said, turning to Yoongi, as he stopped his steps in the collapsed main hall. The young man scanned the site, pausing at the plants that covered most of the remains of what was once a thriving and expansive medical center.
- A somewhat painful image, but the green gives a hint of hope, don't you think? – He commented, managing to regain the attention of the movie-cherry – There was not much time "flowing" after The End, but still nature took advantage of every second to grow… - he added, almost as a reflection of his own rather than something directed at his companion, who was observing him in silence, confused and expectant in equal proportions.
- Here… do you live? - He consulted in a low voice, as if afraid to ask everything that his mind was probably trying to process.
- It's not the most homely thing, but for the moment I'm staying here - he replied, attentive to his reactions.
"It's not dangerous…" he thought almost instantly, letting himself be carried away by the harmless aspect of him, to then be struck internally by his own thought. "No. I must not trust that easily…" he contradicted himself, as he pointed with one hand to the waiting area of the establishment that is full of chairs, in a silent request to the smallest to take a seat in the one he finds most complete.
The teenager sat down carefully on one of them, after looking suspiciously at the old structures that were supposed to support his weight. He seemed willing to follow his directions, despite it being clear that he hadn't understood a single one of his previous words. He seemed to have no idea of The End. His faith grew stronger. He must be of the first generation, there was no other possibility.
- I know you have many questions, I will answer them... But before going to where Vante is, we must talk a bit... - he stopped for a moment, analyzing what was convenient to say and where to start.
- Well, every conversation should start with the basics, right? – Giving a brief formal bow, he added - My name is Park JiMin. I'm a government scientist.
Yoongi's expression changed to one of shock and surprise, his mouth and eyes wide as saucers. An attempted smile crept into his mouth, making him feel strange. He hadn't smiled in so long that his facial muscles seemed to be almost asleep.
-Well, that sudden seriousness is not necessary, there is no government anymore... So now I am just a scientist - he commented simply, although his chest contracted with that terrible statement.
The boy said nothing, he kept staring at him dumbfounded. It was logical to think that he did not look like a genius prodigy at a young age, but there was no time for more talk about him.
– Well, ending the presentation, the rest is not such a relaxed topic... - he cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably due to the fascination with which the young man was observing him - I notice you are very stable... So there are only two logical possibilities: You are a recent timeless, Which I discard because you have no idea of The End... - He stopped for a moment to analyze the genuine question that was reflected on the minor's face.
He clearly didn't understand what he was talking about. He regretted having to be the one to give him the good and bad news of his privileged condition.
He cleared his throat again, before being able to find his voice to continue- the second possibility, which is the one that I personally lean towards the most... is that you are not recent, and your brain deterioration is not that serious… Yet.
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