More fragments

I found two more fragments of myself this morning - during that curious time between sleeping and waking. All the greatest inventors seem to say that dream time always gives them the best solutions and it is then that I think that Tesla may well have had something with his M-Space theory. Everything that can be invented has already been invented in potentiality, and so if we could map out those potentialities and some how fish through that murkiness for inspiration... ah, but what a strange man Tesla was.
Anyway, dear reader, I realise that I have been away from here for far too long. That shall be remedied - trying to copy my journals onto the computer while still retaining the facts and having some sense to them is taking far too long, but I must keep on.
In other news I did uncover my first ever chamber - most of the working parts are fused now and a great deal need be repaired, but it is still that self same chamber from over one hundred years ago...

I made more as the years went on, improving them and shaping them for different times and means - not to mention the fact that current styles (when I was above ground) had to be adhered to.... I should see if I can dig any more of them out...

The Sigils

After clearing out a few of my older journals, I uncovered this, an entry I made on the creation of Soul Chambers, and my recent successes and failures:

21 June, 1885

Success! After all that divination, the automatic writing machine has finally been modified. It has cost me some of my Life Units to charge it and to give it a trace back to my soul, but thankfully I have found a way to divine a soul's "sigil". A few months back I was having trouble in finding a way to contain and control a soul - they are vague, aimless things, often set to depart to one plane or another if they have not already done so, but if a soul could be found and caught... it could change everything.
My journeys to egypt confirmed my earlier suspicions on the subject - Egyptians, Indians, and even the ancient native people of Australia, the curious "Aboriginals" all had different methods to attempt the same thing - to create a vessel to contain a soul. The Egyptians, it seems, had the most success, in sarcophagi, but there are reports and evidence of other greater doctors and priests having similar success on other continents. It turns out that Gold is a core element in the interaction between our world and the spirit world. I wish I knew why, but it seems prevalent throughout the ancient religions. We as a people still hold some fascination for Gold and yet we still cannot reason why - it does not tarnish, yes, but what value does it have beyond its shine? Apparently, it could hold the key to immortality.
After studying some of the accounts of King Solomon and of "Moses the Magi" I have found that gold can interact with the other realm while a name can be used to control a soul. Once you know their name you have power over them - you can define them, call them, bind them, and dismiss them. But to discover the name of a soul? The name of a person means nothing - the body is just a vessel that the soul is chained to, and the body's name is decided by parents, by friends and companions. It is the Ego that gives that name power, not the Soul. So it is reasonable that the soul must have another name, a secret name. One not given, but one that describes and defines the soul itself.
And I have found a way to trace back, from the body, through the anchor that connects the two, to the soul itself, and from that connection, divine that nature of the soul and the sigil that defines it. With that sigil I can bind the soul to a body or an object, and as long as it remains anchored and charged I can keep it alive and immortal. I can outstrip my normal lifespan and continue my work, and if I am very fortunate I could even summon and bind other spirits too.
But I am no fool. I will not charge headlong into this without a few tests and not without making sure that I can control it too. Tomorrow, I must find a test subject, find their sigil, and see if I cannot permanently bind their soul to their body."

My test a week later proved to be a success. A terrible, terrible success.
But it is upon these stones that walkways are built and in every way I marched onwards to the secret of immortality and to the secrets of life and death. But it was on this day that I knew I could never turn back - once I began to toy with such things as the control of souls, there would be no stopping me, or stopping the unrolling of events that would have to play themselves out, one way or another.

A night in the house of Dolls

It has been a beautiful week, and the year continues well. I must say that I have not had so much fun or felt so alive in many, many a year. Perhaps it is the locations I have visited, or the people I have met. It could be my good friends, or my wonderful companion, Kathryn. Without her strength or the support of my friends I doubt very much that I would be where I am today. It could perhaps be that I have been able to invent, and create, and indulge in my need to work with my hands and my mind, to write stories, design devices, and invent...well...inventions!
Last night went very, very well. The mask went down a treat, even though the energy packs for the lights dried up long before the night was over (note to self: invent a batter system for batteries), but I very much enjoyed being able to walk around the club and have complete 360 vision at all times. It made the dancefloor feel a lot more crowded then normal, however, it did allow me to know who was stamping on my ankles and where to precisely jab my elbows in response! Ah, common courtesy, you are a mistress that I shall sorely miss!
I was grateful to have turned as many heads as I did on the night out because, to be quite honest, I did not stand out as much as I would have anywhere else. There were curious fellows in tight leather outfits, there were pirates and bandits, there were lovely young ladies wearing, I must say, little more than a mask and a smile, and there was even a stay-puft marshmallow man.
Good times were had, and this has given me the drive and confidence to work even harder on my designs, my outfits, and on the curious inventions that I shall take out for the next such night.
In other news the website is finally up! oAt long last, a website I can feel at least a little proud of, and I shall be happy to put my devices and artowrk up on it. All it needs is a few more pieces of music to add to the atmosphere and I am complete. Tomorrow I begin to document my old adventures to be placed in the library on the site.
I cannt wait until the morning, but I must sleep now, before my brain fails me completely.
So, for now, sweet readers... goodnight and adieu!

Professor Shevek Moore

A return,

I have returned to my squalid little laboratory.
After so much time out in the fresh air with the lady Kathryn I cannot help but notice how dirty and unkempt my little home has become. Without any of the softer things in life, such as running hot water or even a gas fire I am beginning to see this place as more of a prison than a haven. Where once I saw only economic use of space I see sparseness, where I once saw comfort I now see sparseness. No. This will not do, I must remedy this squalid situation and right away.

In other news, the website has quite a way to go, but at least it is up and working.
Other than that, my mask for the infamous thief "BlackJack" is well under way and should be completed within the hour, while my special hat for the masquerade ball shall be done by tonight. Other than that, with the help of young lady Kathryn I have begun to order new materials for my creations and should be able to begin new constructions very soon!

A day to remember

Dearest readers and friends!

Yet another long year has gone by, but unlike any of the others that came before, this one...this one has been very different. With friends I but never knew a year ago sending me many birthday wishes in post and in email, it does indeed seem that the world has become a smaller place, one much more tightly knit then before. One of communication and commerce. To celebrate last night, Kathryn insisted on dragging me away from my work to go and dine on the deck of Nemo's ship in the Deep.

It was a very pleasant affair, dining on rare delicacies while staring through the glass as eels, saw fish, and rays swam by. The booming and buffeting around the room was far from distracting, but rather comforting and peaceful, knowing that all the turmoil was out there, and not in the restaurant with us. We got the chance to explore the decks and inspect the curious sealife that was kept on board while we waited for our food. And while I never saw the captain I had complete confidence in him.

 

A scale model of the submersible: Nautilus.

When we left the ship we looked out over the edge of the railing and I could have sworn that it was like looking toward the end of the world. The grey sky, the fog and mist and the lapping water all merged together in the distance and seemed to deny the possible existence of anything beyond it. Kathryn held my arm, then, and looking over the waters of oblivion she told me that this is what death must look like. Grey fogs on into nothingness. I shook my head in polite rebuke at her, but said little on the subject.
Death is not a land I wish to know.

Beyond that the shops are now up and the wares, though made, are mostly not for sale - being broken or experimental pieces from my for feckless years...

But enough for now dear readers. I hope the new year of my life ahead treats me with all the surprises I can handle and I wish the very same for you. As they say in the orient: May you live in Interesting Times!

Professor Shevek Moore.

A long time coming!

Well< it seems that I have finally succeeded in getting this estranged website up and running, for now at least.
Before long I shall also be able to start moving all of my inventions and accessories out of the attic and start putting them on display too. Things are progressing nicely, and I must confess that I am quite pleased with my work so far.
But enough patting on the back, there is still plenty to be done!
I shall continue my updates and uploads as they warrant!

Shevek Moore

The Inevitable tread of time

Time moves onwards, dear reader, and I fear that time is no longer on my side.
Though I have freed myself from the constraints of time in many ways I fear that I have more to do than can ever be done by one man alone. I am grateful then, to not be alone and to have such a companion as Kathryn at my side, forver helping me in this new world, this new age, and giving me advice.
Just recently she has insisted that I begin to publish my journals and books online, documenting my adventures for all to see. I have agreed with this and am making my way towards that end - first, though I have to publish a summary of all the events that have happened to me; a teaser for future books, so to speak. But how to summarize a life?
Would a page or even a few do it any justice? How to justify one's actions in so short a time? How to commemorate all the good people that took part in my life, in my adventures? How to remember them all?

Well, I shall make an attempt at it, dear readers, and shall have it up by tomorrow:
The Life of Professor Moore.

Professor Moore

A New Journal for a New Journey

Dearest Reader,

I am about to embark on a strange new journey in this, a strange new world. After all the things I have seen, and all the things I have known I am certain of one thing: My past adventures will pale in contrast to the ones I am about to have. A world where the laws have all changed, where innovation and creation is available to each and every layman and the knowledge of all the schools ever founded flows freely over the internet.
Kathryn, my companion and my light in this new world, has insisted that I begin to voice my thoughts here, on the internet rather than scratch away in a worn old leather book.
Well, nothing really can beat the feel of paper between the fingers, or the smell of a fresh book as you open it. But this is a new Age and a new World - and this is far from a journal. This is more like a letter written en mass to the world.
"Dear You," I shall write. "From me."

But not everyone can read this journal can they? Only those that have looked, and those that would be interested in it or share the interests that I do would have even come close to stumbling upon this little letter cast out into the ocean. So, it is more like a letter in a bottle. Thrown overboard with little more than a message and hope. This is the beginning of a journey, one filled with hope and with adventures.
So join me "Dear Reader" in this, our journey, in the Adventures and Stories we shall share.
Come, pull your chair closer to the fire. Make yourself comfortable.
And we shall talk, you and I, of Adventures both past and those to come.

Professor Shevek Moore