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Submitted: February 04, 2018

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Submitted: February 04, 2018




Arnold walked across his tiny, drab apartment, and stared out the only window. He

took a puff off his cigarette, and recited a string of binary numbers.

Arnold had no friends. Most people found him dull, because he spent most of his time

solving equations, and tinkering with computers. He used to be a mathematician. Lately, he’d

become obsessed with numbers.

Arnold hummed, as he wiped off the faces of the many clocks in his apartment.

“The time is 10:10. The temperature is 48 degrees, and cloudy. Thank you.” Arnold made

a meager living providing the time, and temperature for the information hotline. Lately, he

hadn’t gotten very many calls.

Arnold awoke in a cold sweat, shouting, “The sin of 69! The cosine of 333! The tangent

of 777!”

Arnold’s wife, Barb, left him several years ago. He started having night terrors, and

shouting incoherently about numbers. He sought out help, but nothing seemed to work. She left

Arnold in fear of his declining sanity.

Arnold began to record his dreams, and discovered the numbers were actually


He followed the coordinates to Philadelphia Pennsylvania, and Port Newark, New

Jersey, the last known sightings of the U.S.S. Eldridge.

When Arnold returned, he had gotten a bizarre E-mail from a strange website. He was on

the roster of the U.S.S Eldridge; the vessel that was involved in the “Philadelphia Experiment.”

Evidently, he was not a crew member. He had arrived aboard the ship when it re-emerged.

Apparently, he is not from this dimension!

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