Week 4 Writing Homework
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Writing Homework
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WRITING HOMEWORK : Imagine you are Ada Lovelace II, writing in your journal after a particularly chaotic day of chrono-botanical experiments. Describe an experiment that went awry, the unforeseen consequences, and your plans to rectify the situation. Your entry should demonstrate your scientific knowledge, your understanding of the risks involved in temporal manipulation, and your problem-solving skills. Use at least 8 vocabulary words from the list in your Narrative. (400 Words)
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Ada Lovelace II, great great granddaughter of the famed and world renowned mathematician Ada Lovelace, glanced in bewilderment and astonishment at the punch cards, fingering the small numbers etched onto the card. Her sleek, ebony black hair curled around her shoulders, resting on her tie dye T-Shirt. “It doesn’t make sense! This shouldn’t be happening…” The girl nervously chewed her fingernails and glanced at the mystical plants that were carefully contained in her greenhouse. “I set the time period to my grandmother’s time but it’s not…” A cold shiver went down her spine. “I wonder if someone has the same plant? Maybe that’s why the time signal is being tampered with because another genius has figured out what I have!” As soon as the words left Ada’s mouth she immediately wished the words were sucked back in, but before she could go back to the cards energy flowed through her plants!
Zahi glared at the Sphinx, mocking its face. Her royal purple robes, inlaid with gold and vermillion red, were splattered with wed, slopping sand from head to toe. She hurried to the royal greenhouse, ignoring her father’s inquisitive looks. These days, no-one gave her privacy. Zahi stroked the budding plant, frowning as a chill went down her spine. A small buzz in the back of her mind pulsed until it was an orb, roaring and the world was spinning and…
She was no longer in Ancient Egypt.
Instead, she found herself face to face with a girl in unusual clothes, staring at her.
Zahi found her voice. “Where am I and who.. Are you?”
Before the girls could find out why their paths had crossed, the door burst open. A strange man stepped inside, eyes maniacal, hair wild. Zahi ducked behind a row of plants, and, after a moment’s hesitation, pulled Ada after her. “Where is it, boss? You said it would be here!” The man pulled a grimy phone from his pocket. A chilling voice spoke. “You better not lose it, fool. I need that plant to control the world, and I don’t want an imbecile like yourself to trip it up!” Zahi gasped and turned to Ada. Then a blinding glow filled the greenhouse. Ada whimpered and hid and Zahi followed her example. When the light faded, a boy of no more than twelve stepped out. “Now what do I ‘ave ‘ere?” The urchin had a very prominent Cockney accent and Zahi frowned. “Why is he speaking like that? Who speaks like that?” But before they could figure out who they were, a rough, weathered hand grabbed Zahi’s hair…
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Ada Lovelace stared down, dumbfounded. Her eyebrows furrowed with a baffled bewilderment. It seemed as if even her, a prodigy of the world, couldn’t comprehend the immensity of what she was witnessing. She drew her hair back, thinking that she was certainly mistaken but there was no denying. The planet coiled up like a serpent, twisting and twirling intricately, about to transcend the boundaries of time itself.
A swirling of hues, both dull and vivid seemed to blend together weaving and sewing themselves together, recreating the complete image of time. Ada Lovelace found herself part of the blend, disappearing into tiny particles. The plant began to bulge before Poof! Both Ada and the plant were remnants of the past.
Confused, Ada sat up, viewing the giant greenhouse she was in. The plant was still bulging with lively energy. Suddenly, another boy popped out of the plant. He was draped in a sumptuous, charcoal-black cloak. The boy and Ada curiously stared at each other, each wondering who the person observing them was. After a minute of silence, the boy stood up.
“Who are you? I’m Zahi.”
Ada opened her mouth and shut it again. She too stood up. Before replying, she turned to view her surroundings outside. Small huts crowding the greenhouse and a slightly more opulent hut that leaned against a stone wall. Only then did Ada realise that she had not only disappeared beyond time but also to a completely different place on the world.
Zahi, seeing Ada viewing the exteriors, seemed to realise what had happened and his eyes bulged with bewildered astonishment as if he still couldn’t accept the fact that he was somewhere else with only a stranger in front of him.
Ada suddenly spun around, nervously whispering, “I’m Ada and I think we’ve both been teleported to Malawi!”
Zahi nodded before abruptly pulling the plant in front of them. They could hear the footsteps approaching. To their surprise, a sooty urchin walked from the entrance. He brushed his lice-infested hair and seemed to muse. The grimy urchin stared around, as if he were trying to detect something in the room that would satisfy his eyes. Sniffing around, he prowled, slowly approaching them. Zahi and Ada crouched a little more.
“Come out wherever you are. I know the plant took you here. Don’t play your little games with me. I will erase your existence and the world’s one step at a time.”
Zahi suddenly found himself crying out, “You can’t do that on my watch!”
Zahi immediately realised his fatal mistake. The urchin rubbed his hands in glee, “Well, well, well, look at our next victims.
Ada froze, fear running through her veins. If a plan wasn’t created soon enough, who knew where they’d eternally disappear to? Ada nudged Zahi, urging him to listen. Ada’s intellect had already devised a way to escape. She whispered, “You distract that urchin, I’ll go destroy the plant. Hopefully that reverses everything.”
Zahi uncertainly nodded. He leapt onto the urchin. As they clawed with each other, Ada snuck away with the plant. She rested her hands on the stem, trying to snap it. She mustered all her strength, but it was useless. Yet, Ada persisted. Once again, she took hold, straining against the plant’s immense power. Her efforts proved to be nothing but futile.
“Urgh, I need more power.” Ada moaned.
“Wait, more power! Thats it.” Ada repositioned herself, balancing her leg on the stem. She began to pull. The stem was slowly cracking.
Suddenly, a cry reverberated across the room, “I can’t hold this urchin down any longer. Hurry!”
With the time pressure closing in, she strained harder than ever. Just as it was about to snap, the urchin rushed over, head locking her. Her breath was now strained.
With one last final gasp, she managed to call for Zahi. Zahi rushed over. Though he wasn’t recovered from the wrestling, he pushed against the stem. With one last satisfying snap, a blinding light began to transport them back to their own world. And as the last remnants of Zahi evaporated, Ada was certain she could make out a tiny wave.
Finding herself back in her room, Ada sighed with relief. This day had been tumultuous but with the help of Zahi and her intellect, she had learnt to quickly react to unexpected challenged. Though Zahi and her were from different time periods, Ada felt a profound sense of connection to him, a complete stranger who she had just met by chance. But nevertheless, in the face of danger, collaboration always alleviates the situation.
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Ada Lovelace, the great-granddaughter of a famed mathematician, peered though the stain glass windows, carefully surveilling her chrono-botanical experiments. It had been a shambolic evening as many of her experiments had gone awry. If the flux of this phenomenon continued, we could possibly go all the back to the Stone Age. A legendary plant sat upon her desktop. The plant was capable of sending any living being into any point in time the user wants to go to. The signal of the plant was failing. “The other plants in the biosphere must not like the fact that that one plant is different.” Ada said in a curious voice “That must be what is intersecting the plants signal.
She took the plant out of the biosphere and into her lab. It was the only plant of its kind that existed on earth and she didn’t want to lose it. She secured it to her table in case she knocked it off and put a hydration sprinkler and a lamp above it to keep it alive. The plant was unusually fragile and hated noise. It had a coconut shape and it was as light as a feather. Normally she would put the plants in the biosphere but today she realised that this one was different. She couldn’t let another project fail. She worked at light speed knowing what she could and could not do. subsequently she unattached the plant from her workbench and brought it back to the biosphere. It would no longer be disrupted by the other plants. She had installed pollen, petals and some roots of the other plants onto the base of the chrono-plant.
“That should to it!” Ada exclaimed as she placed the plant down on the ground.
She was relieved that the experiment didn’t burst out into flames like most of them would have. But what if there was another one of the same species that was cutting the signal short as well? She knew that her’s was the only living one on Earth though. She looked back down. The pollen, petals, and roots she had place on the plant had started to morph into the components of the chrono-plant and formed into another one.
“So that’s how they reproduce.” She said in awe. She had to put them far apart so that they couldn’t block each other from time travel though. Suddenly, the thousand year old oak, fell
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As 12 year old Ada Lovelace II, the great granddaughter of the famed mathematician Ada Lovelace, fidgeted at her skirt, stared at the analysis of the plant that she was studying in astonishment.
The tree’s roots began to grow rapidly, its serpentine roots breaking the pot.
Ada gasped “Oh my-”
In a second she was analysing every single plant in her greenhouse. Ada noticed that only the Krioniun plant had been growing rapidly and the other variants of the plant were completely normal.
Ada hastily called her archaeologist pupil, Zahi.
“Hey, Zahi, I wonder if you can come over for an hour, you’ve gotta see what’s going on in here!” Ada called over the phone.
“Alright, Ada, you mark my words, I’ll be at your greenhouse in 5 minutes, I bet!” Zahi exclaimed trumphiantly.
5 minutes later . . .
Zahi studied the Krioniun plant precisely as if to gain knowledge of its exact circumference.
“Woah!” He excalaimed. “It’s skipping through time!”
“Wow, excellent observation, Zahi.” Said Ada sarcastically.
Suddenly, a head popped into their lab. It was Jack, the Cockney 11 year old who stole to eat.
“What’ya doin’ mateys?” He laughed.
Ada turned Zahi and exchanged amused glances.
“Who speaks like that?” Ada and Zahi said in unison.
“Well, back on topic, Jack, we are analysing the possibilities that the Krioniun plant may be able to be used to achieve time travel.” Explained Ada. “Right now we have a exact percentage of 99 to achieve time travel.”
With that, the three of them went to work, testing and tweaking on the old fashioned calculator.
Hours past, it was now 10 in the night and all of them were tired stiff.
Out of the blue, a big man walked up to their door and knocked. It seemed like he was on a call.
“Who’s that?” whispered Ada.
“I have no idea” said Zahi.
“Me either” replied Jack.
The big man opened the door, walking inside, still on a call.
“Where boss, WHERE???” The man shouted as quietly as he could.
“In their greenhouse.” Came a reply from the phone.
As quick as lightning, Jack shoved the Krioniun plant into his pocket. “He won’t find it!”
Then they came out in rags, as if they were little innocent children who had nothing to do with a time travelling plant.
“Who are you?” The man boomed.
“We- we are homeless” Muttered Ada.
The man was confused, he had started a war and there was still people left?
With that, Ada jolted awake, only to find that Zahi and Jack still fast asleep. Did I just travel in time? She thought.
When she checked the Krioniun plant, it really made them time travel and that was only 1 possibility of the future out of 10000000.
Now, Ada thought, we are safe.
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Ada Lovelace ||, the descendant of the acclaimed mathematician and biologist James Lovelace, furrowed her brow in profound confusion. She glanced to and fro from her palm cards and the plant that grew at an extraordinary rate. Ada, donning an pompous velvet tuxedo that glistened with shimmering ebony buttons, couldn’t believe her diagnosis. These plants weren’t just growing, they were skimpering through time itself. But before she could write her conclusions, she was greeted by an unexpected visitor.
Zahi, a renowned archaeology prodigy, traced his fingers across the faint serpentine symbols etched into the dijon insides of the pyramids. His nonchalant shirt, flapped in the wind like a blank flag as his torn, navy jeans wrapped tightly around his legs like an anaconda. His eyes glistened with intellectual prowess as he pondered about the meanings of such symbols. Suddenly, something clicked in place and everything started to make sense. These weren’t just random symbols – but instead something much more; something that disobeyed temporal chronology, disproving completely what we perceive as ‘time’. He scampered out of the pyramids, heading towards the museum, but before he could even take step he was swirling and swirling until everything faded into darkness.
Ada Lovelace peered over her vibrant rose glasses – careening on the precipice of trepidation and amusement, as a tall skinny boy, dressed in a ivory-coloured shirt and thickset navy jeans materialised before her. And by some odd temporal entanglement, they instantly knew each other. Ada Lovelace || and Zahi Ali. Suddenly, the door to Ada’s greenhouse splintered as a brawny man tread in.
“Where is it?” He bellowed, his voice both infuriated but also frightened. “Where have you put the bifurcation tree?!”
He trampled across the lush viridescent carpet, his hobnailed boots leaving distinct stains in it. He tore apart the greenhouse, but Ada knew that he would never find it.
“I’ll give you one last chance girl,” he sneered in a sinister tone, “Where is it!”
Ada whimpered and Zahi followed, their faces now pale and chalky. The man roared in rage, but there was also a undertone of fear – fear that something bad could occur, something that could alter the course of the multiverse. He swung at the two children, who cowered in the corner, but before he could touch them, there was a temporal flux, followed by a deafening tearing noise and a blinding flash. As they peered through the gaps of their fingers, the brutely man had transformed into a stout little boy. “Blimey!” he breathed, “What have I done now?” The urchin had a heavy accent and a broad smile. He was dressed in dusty brown rags and look as if someone had put an oversized paper back over his head. But before they could get to meet eachother they felt yet another flux. But this time, they retrograded past in time as they stared into a sable abyss; singularity, before they finally arrived in an odd-seeming era. They glanced around, too bewildered to speak. They stood at the edge of an island as they gazed over the wide blue sea. In the distance they saw what seemed to be simple boats yet paradoxically the quality of simplicity can be quite elusive and that’s exactly what the boats were, hoisting towering people on it; their faces charred by the sun and the muscles refined. They sailed closer and closer until they were clearly visible. That’s when they realised – they were stuck in the neolithic era and consequently, what ever they did would have a magnified effect on the future. The trio all knew about the Butterfly effect, but none actually learned it, like a instinctual recursion – they knew everything that they needed to. They shared worried glances, stained with trepidation, they knew that even a tiny quantam error, would change the course of humanity.
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The lost Journal of Famed Ada Lovelace ||, masters of the Chronos tree
Journal Entry 345
I, Ada Lovelace || have experienced many peculiar things today.
This morning I woke up early to analyse an idiosyncratic specimen. My eyes flashed with intelectual pedigree as I stared at the plant, my eyebrows elevated with a discombobulated facial expression. This plant was growing at an impossible rate… unless… it wasn’t growing faster. It was skipping through time itself. I sat there in awe, digesting the fact that this simple specimen of flora contained the temporal secrets…
While I was doing this, my tutor, Nikola Tesla strided into my greenhouse, humming with the lifeblood of time. “Remarkable,” mused Nikola. “But why do they are seem focused on one particular date?”. Before I could respond with my usual witty comments, the door burst open. I froze in trepidation, a serpentine feeling wrapping around my spine. “Step away from the Everywhere Fern! By the order of Her Majesty’s Temporal Constabulary!” I bolted without hesitation, leaving poor Nikola on her own.
As I was comtemplating whether I should turn back and join Nikola, I met two strange boys, Zahi and Jack. Jack spoke like a cockney (my grandmother said they were a disgrace) and was dressed like a street urchin. Zahi was cloaked with an obsidian robe, lined with peculiar runes that glowed eerily. It turned out they also found out about plants skipping through time. I immediately delved into a deep conversation. Apparently Egyptians also knew about temporal nexus points, which supported the locations of the pyramids. Just as I was about to comment, I was blinded by an iridescent light.
As soon as I recovered, I woke up in hell. London had burst into flames, zeppelines darkening the sky with a murky shadow, the Thames boiled dry. . ‘No,’ I whispered,’that’s not how the Great War is supposed to go.’ I froze with apprehensiveness. “Great War? What Great War?”
Jack stumbled into the hideout, his face ashen. ‘It’s Emilia,’ he gasped. ‘She’s not just changing history. She’s erasing people from existence!’ Zahi and I exchanged horrified looks. Suddenly a void of emptiness filled my mind, leaving me mystified. ‘Jack,’ I said slowly,’who’s Emilia?’ Jack’s eyes widened in panic. ‘Oh no,’ he breathed, ‘it’s starting to happen to me too!”
We cornered Emilia atop Big Ben as reality itself began to unravel around us. Prehistoric species sprouted out of the ground, and the Titanic emerged from the ocean. ‘Don’t you see?’ she cried, wild-eyed, holding up a pulsing temporal seed. ‘With this, I can remake the world! No more poverty, no more war!’ I stepped forward, my voice steady. ‘But at what cost, Dr. Withers? How many lives erased? How many futures stolen?’ For a moment, the fate of time itself hung in my hands. “The multiverse has a relativity between quantum energy and entanglement will result in the counterfactual events of the future altered, removing the balance between the time and the chronoverse.”
As the new century dawned, the children gathered on the roof of the British Museum. ‘To
think,’ I mused, ‘a year ago our biggest worry was passing our exams.’ Zahi laughed. ‘And now we’re the guardians of time itself.’ Jack pulled out the specially-modified pocket watch Tesla had gifted them. ‘Speaking of which, we’re late for our meeting with H.G. Wells. Apparently, he’s got some wild ideas about a time machine.’ We shared a knowing look. If only he knew…
Yours,
Ada Lovelace ||
Carrying on the legacy of time
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Ada Lovelace, granddaughter of the most famed mathmetician and scientist in the world. Her bushy red hair popping out in all directions, her lab coat dragging across the floor. Her thin wired glasses on her face as shre peered into the ipad.
“It’s not growing like it should be!” Ada says with a tinge of annoyance.
“Oh god, it’s jumping through time!” She realises.
She ran across the room as she printed down the evidence, and as her metor walks into the room, she realises that if plants are hopping through time, so could humans.
“Facinating,” Mike, her unlikely mentor said as he peered toward the plant.
They store at the seemingly normal plant, until, Ada picked the plant up. With a woosh, she was gone, and landed on a fairly technology filled England. She looked around, as she assumed which year she was in, when suddenly, you can walk? Comes a voice out of nowhere.
“Sorry to scare you, but how old are you?” says the boy.
“Uhhh 13 why?” Ada asks as she stepped closer to the boy’s car.
At that moment, he grabbed Ada and as soon as he saw her front on, he said, your Ada Lovelace!
After, a hasty tour of the 3000s Britain, she was informed that there was a world war 3 happening, and she was the chosen one, and, with that, the mysterious boy left her there. She store at the empty streets as if she were dreaming, then it clicked. It was a plan, but one with massive flaws. If she could go back to 2024, She could stop the war from happening. All she needed was to get back. Then, when she walked around, She poofed away, when she though about it. Could she travel through time?
She got back to what she thought was 2024 where her mentor was freaking out and hadn’t slept because of the massive black areas around his eyes.
“How long, have I been gone for?” Ada asked as the mentor started muttering under his breath.
“2 years!” said the mentor as he paced around the room.
She looked around and surely enough, a sign was hung saying, choose the prime minister of britain, 2026. She gasped as she saw, a Japenese tourist holding a fire torch. Palpable trepidation swarmed around her in an instant. This was world war 3.
She sprinted down to the alley where the Japanese had almost lit the torch.
“Stop!” She yelled as the Japanese lit a bomb. Her metor, ran with clips towards the bomb.
“You clip wire you die,” the Japanese sid as he ran away.
Her mentor smiled sadly, as Ada noticed what he was doing.
“No!” She said, but it was way to late.
The bomb had detonated, as she ran to her mentor, She looked at his final breaths and his chest stopped moving.
“No, No Nooooo!” Ada screamed as she store at her mentor.
Then she knew what he said before, his motto. Sometime, one life is more expensive then 2, even if it is your’s.
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The gap in time
Ada Lovelace’s hands were precipitating as she held the sunflower which was rapidly growing. A few moments ago the plant had been just a seed now it was already almost ten centimetres tall. Ada Lovelace at the age of thirteen had already read over five hundred on biology. Her grandfather had been a well known mathematician and she had inherited his intellect. Still even she could not explain what was happening with the plant. Just then Ada looked up from the plant, all around the laboratory she was in had started to change. Could it be that the plant was breaking the temporal laws?
At the same time, there was a young apprentice to a man owning a business dealing with historical artefacts with magnificent black hair named Zahi. He was reading a message carved onto the solid stone in an uncontrollable whirlwind of excitement. As Zahi read it he thought to himself that the prophecy had to be stopped. A nervous shiver ran through his body, but then his excitement took over once more. In the suburb next to Zahi a homeless boy called Jack was smiling to himself slyly. He had just pickpocketed a wealthy looking woman. He had taken her wallet containing quite a fortune of money. He had also found a curious seed tinted an unnatural shade of green. As Jack arrived back at his little ‘hut’ which was merely a bunch of pillows and a blanket he decided to hide his two treasures within a small hole in the wall next to where he was sleeping. Then he ate his usual loaf of bread and tucked himself in his blanket. The next morning when he woke up at dawn in order to start nice and early to find another valuable object to steal. Except when he got out of his blanket and stood up he was not in his usual gloomy sinister suburb but in a cheerful town that consisted of only a few houses. What was even more strange was that the people around him were wearing clothes that were nothing like the ones people wore usually in his area. The people were wearing cloaks with curious paintings all over them and sandals, but the one thing that concerned him the most was the gigantic vine climbing over the nearby wall of the houses. Surely that could not be his seed? It seemed as if he had been moved to a new area that was at a different point in time. Still it did not explain how he had got there and why his seed had grown so quickly.
In complete confusion Jack walked over to a nearby house. As he turned the corner he almost crashed into a girl who looked a few years older than him. She had long blonde hair and was holding a gigantic plant almost the size of his vine! Even though it was that large the plant still seemed to be growing rapidly. Then he noticed that she was dressed like a usual person in his time.”Hello”he greeted cautiously,”is there any chance that you might have been transported through time by that plant of yours?” ”Yes, but how did you know? By the way my name is Ada Lovelace”the girl said. Jack just shrugged and said,”it happened to me as well”. Suddenly they felt a change in the air. Then with a lurch a boy appeared from thin air. He was perspiring and in his trembling hands was a weird looking artefact. It seemed that there was a third person who had travelled through time.
The two of them welcomed the boy and found out that his name was Zahi. The artefact in his hand, he explained, was an ancient object from the beginning of time. The object had allowed him to twist the law of time at his will. Just then they saw a great crowd gathering around them. Just then Zahi shouted out in anger,”we have attracted too much attention, this will have changes on the future!” This was bad, they all knew how there were consequences of time travel. There was nothing they could do, already the area was changing. Suddenly the whole town was bursting with gigantic plants of all kinds and then there were cars driving everywhere. The whole town was a ball of chaos. Who knew the effects that this would have on the chronology of the world!
Zahi, Jack and Ada stood staring at the town in panic. They had to do something! Just then Zahi tripped on a long green vine. In a flash a shimmering blue portal appeared and pulled the three of them in. A few seconds later they lay sprawled on the ground in a very painful manner. When they looked up they saw a very old knowledgeable man, it was as if they knew that they could tell him what had happened. So they poured out their whole story to him. Then he said in a husky voice,”I can help you to fix it”.”How?” They asked at the same time,”destroy the artefact” Of course, it must have been that which had created the portals in time.
So Jack picked up a large nearby stone and smashed it onto the mysterious artefact. Amazingly it was still unbroken, but how was that possible? Just then the old man spoke,”it must be destroyed by the one who used it”. So, hesitantly, Zahi picked up a piece of the shattered stone and stabbed it onto the artefact. Instantly the artefact was destroyed and all three of them felt the air of time going back to normal. They had been very close to doom. Now that Ada stared at the man closely, it seemed like he was… no but it couldn’t be. As if it was on cue, the man slowly dissipated into thin air.
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Echoes of the future
“Ada, Ada wake up.” I jolted awake, my mind mixed in thought. I kept replaying the vision, buildings collapsed in ruins, zeppelins darkened the sky and people lying still on the ground. “Ada, what happened?” I turned around to see Zahi, my archaeological prodigy staring at me, his eyes, pale with concern. “It happened again, didn’t it?” Said Zahi. “I guess we didn’t stop Emilia in time, did we?” I sadly agreed. He stared at me, and I nodded back. We knew what we had to do.
I bolted into the control rooms, “Commencing mission 2049, release the machine.” Zahi ran out the door as soon as Jack came in. “Look, what I found on the stree…, woah, what is happening in here?” He asked, his eyes in shock. “Wait le’ me guess. It happened again?”
“Wow, you are such a genius.” I stared at him with a sarcastic look in my eyes. As Zahi came back into the room. We all huddled around him as he held the pulsating temporal seed out and put it on the chair. “Ok. This is it. Here’s the plan.” Whispered quietly. “Jack, you go to the palace to try and find Emilia. Chime the bell when you’ve found her. Jack and I will try and get the queen to safety first alright.”
“On three, we’ll all press one side of the seed,” said Zahi
“Uh, I hate time travelling,” Jack groaned.
“1, 2, 3!” Beep, beep, beep. Everything around us began to shake and suddenly it all stopped. “What happened? Did it work?
“I don’t know, let’s check outside.” Sadly, everything was the exact same as it was 5 seconds ago. Suddenly Jack fell to the ground followed by Zahi, then me. As I woke up later, I felt dizzy. I looked around to see experiments happening all around me and in the corner of the room was Emilia. “Glad to see your feeling better, it’s been so long.” Emilia said, but didn’t turn around. She just kept fiddling with whatever she was doing. Behind me Zahi awoke and asked, “Where are we,”
“I don’t know?” Replied Jack. “Except wherever we are, it can’t be good,”
“Seeing that you’ve all woken up, now I can tell you where you all are,” said Emilia, with a maniacal glint in her eye. “The seed you used to ‘travel with’ was not a time travelling seed but merely a sleeping potion,”
“Well, we can see that.” I said, rolling my eyes. “But why?”
“You may have stopped me from getting the queen but instead I found an even bigger seed,” She turned around holding a seed the size of a book. I gasped. “This seed will not only make everyone cease to exist, but it will make this world a better place.”
Emilia put the seed into this a tank and suddenly energy burbled inside it. “And you three will be the first to try it out.” She said, with diabolical grin. She pressed some buttons and pulled a lever. Suddenly I felt dizzy, my head started to spin around making everything blurry. Then I fell, to the cold, hard ground…..
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Sorry I was 50 words off
Journal of Ada Lovelace II
August 18, 2084
Today was nothing short of a disaster in the lab. My attempt to speed up the growth of Verbena temporalis, a rare plant that blooms in sync with lunar events, went terribly wrong. The idea was to use a special machine to push the plant’s growth through different stages faster than normal, aiming to match its blooming with the upcoming lunar eclipse. Everything started smoothly—the buds were swelling just as expected—but things quickly got out of hand.
As I sent the third energy pulse into the plant, its growth started to go haywire. Instead of just growing quickly, the plant began jumping through time, changing its appearance as if it was flipping through different points in its life—some moments showing it as a tiny seedling, and others as a wilted, dying flower.
Soon, the whole greenhouse was caught in a strange time field. Plants were growing too fast, too slow, or even reversing in age, all at once. The air was filled with the smell of flowers that had ripened and decayed within seconds. My instruments were going crazy, trying to keep up with all the strange things happening around them.
The worst part was the release of tiny spores from the stressed Verbena temporalis. These spores began to affect the other plants in the greenhouse, causing them to grow or shrink uncontrollably. What was once a calm, orderly garden turned into a chaotic mix of different times.
To fix this, I need to stop the time field from spreading beyond the greenhouse. My plan is to use another machine to send out reverse pulses that will undo the effects of the earlier ones, bringing the plants back to their normal states. I’ll also have to find a way to contain the spores to avoid future problems. This experience has taught me a lot about how careful I need to be when playing with time. It’s clear that even small changes can have huge, unexpected consequences. The next steps will require careful planning and respect for the unpredictable nature of time itself.
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It’s me again, Ada Lovelace the 2nd. Today my head exploded after what I had discovered. Let me explain in detail. It was early in the morning at my science lab when I decided to do some experimenting during my lunch break. Since I was fascinated by plants, I decided to ‘feed’ it some chemicals. So I started off by mixing chemicals together, extracting monocles, and adding to water. Then, I added it to the plant. And what happened next was unexpected. The plant started rowing, and growing until it was the height of a fully grown man. I thought – this is impossible – unless, “Jesus Christ,” I whispered, “it’s not drowning faster. It’s skipping through time.”
After a few moments, my greenhouse started humming with temporal energy. “Remarkable!” I mused, “But how come it skips in ascending years?” My thought was interrupted by a voiceover in my lab. “Ada Lovelace, in the name of Your Majesty, step away from the plant.” But instead, my feet lured me toward the evil plant.
I jolted awake, my mind reeling from the vision. London in flames, zeppelins darkening the sky, the Thames boiled dry. “No,” I muttered, “That’s not how the Great War was supposed to go.” I froze. The Great War. What Great War, I thought. This feeling of uncertainty washed through my body. Then it felt like it was getting erased from my memory.
I was amid the Great Fire of London, 1666, suddenly. I pinched myself to check if this was a dream. No, it couldn’t be, I thought. This was real. Now it is real. I tried to remember. And remember, but nothing could come to my mind. Then I thought, I can’t change anything. I am here to preserve the timeline, not misdirect it.
I ran down the streets and came across the Chronos Tree, which I found down the alleys. Nobody seemed to pay much attention to it and me. I found the timeline monitor, realising somebody had set it to go back into the past. Everything was going backward. Well not everything. I turned the handle, and time set forward. Then, I was absorbed back into my realm.
Who thought that chemicals could lead me to an adventure. At least I destroyed the world and then rebuilt it. It felt nice to make the world peaceful again.
Yours, regard
Ada Lovelace the second
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The Malfunction in Time
Ada was an inquisitive twelve year old that was enthralled by science. Ada was astonished by the recordings of data about the plant’s growth. It was anomalous. She was inspecting a peculiar plant that was growing at the speed of light. Ada was flabbergasted. A severe chill sprinted down her spine. Ada was petrified. She ambled away, thumping anything out of her way. The plant started to make eerie noises. Out of the blue, Zahi, Ada’s friend came. He was stupefied. His eyes thawed and oozed down his cheeks. Zahi shrieked in fear. Unfortunately, the plant had a vibrant force field around it. It was mesmerizing. The objects in the room floated up and got demolished in to one million pieces. A huge ray of luminous light came out of the mysterious plant and reflected off the mirrors int the cramped room before striking Ada and Zahi.
Ada and Zahi were now drifting in a vivid purple tube. The two started to feel delirious. They pleaded for this plant to halt. Just then, Ada found out that the plant was using the power of the multiverse to alter its form. Somehow, Ada and Zahi teleported to Ancient Greece. They were awestricken by their surroundings. There were people praying to Zeus and the other Olympian gods. There were prodigious structures and gleaming statues. Abruptly, two guards had got a grip on Ada and Zahi Someone commanded “Feed them to the ferocious dogs”. Suddenly, Zahi realized that if they got shredded in any away, it would affect their bodies back in their time. Zahi was petrified when he thought about it. Ada walloped one of the guards with the abnormal plant and they swiftly ran away from the unfriendly people.
Ada and Zahi were ravenous. They were in agonizing pain form the glistening sun. They were in an anarchism. Ada and Zahi did not belong there. Sweat trickled down their faces. Their cheeks were as pink as cotton candy. Unfortunately, a portal appeared and a man with an identical plant meandered out. The portal vanished in an instant second. The man wore a burnished tuxedo. His tie was night black and his hair was dashing. His polished shoes glimmered in the sun. He wore feeble glasses. The man squinted towards Ada and Zahi’s direction. Their hearts walloped and breached their chests. The unique man rushed over to Ada and Zahi. The man shoved Zahi and snatched the bizare plant off Ada. “You guys have given me the chance to alter time and setting by using these to mesmerizing plants” he cackled. The devious man streaked both the plants and then the bewitching portal materialized.
Zahi grasped the vicious man’s ankle. I hurried over to him and seized the plants. I compressed them together. BOOM! SPLATTER! The remnants of the plants smeared us. The portal started to steadily close. Zahi ditched the man and the two of us swam through the portal. The wretched man screamed “No”! We ignored and this time enjoyed the ride. We were in trepidation and now we felt sublime. They were jubilant quokkas. Luckily, they did not get harassed, so they would not feel any pain they arrived. Eventually, the two best friends stood again in their room. The plants were not there because they were squeezed in to oblivion. Ada and Zahi sat down idly in there cushiony chairs. They needed eons and eons of rest to recover.
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The Chrono-Botanical Conspiracy
31/12/1899 – I furrowed my brow as I examined the puny holes on the punch cards, clutched by my tensing hands. There was no mistaking it: some of these plants had skipped their growth stages, transmuting to a fully grown plant and then withering away in the blink of an eye. Others seemed to be frozen in time, with no sign of activity in the past few months, stumping us and perplexing even the most acquainted of botanists. We had to accept the enigmatic truth – these specimens could bend the very fabric of time.
Our limited specimens of these temporal plants all radiated fluctuating waves, undetectable by our radio receivers. However, watches and other types of chronometers sped and lagged, in accordance with the unmethodical recursion of waves. As my palpitating hands clutched my pocket-watch, I realized with a tingle down my spine that all these plants emanated similar vibes, all gesticulating at the same point of time.
I gulped, though I knew I had to do this. Placing our hands on the trunk of the temporal tree, we had effectively time-traveled into a period of burning buildings, flying Zeppelins and anti-aircraft guns unleashing the might of their firepower at the dirigibles. There was no mistaking it – it was the middle of the Great War. A horrible truth struck my mind. History was changing because of the chrono-plants. They effectively decided the world’s fate.
I had to leave as soon as possible, to prevent history turnage. I was here to preserve history, but not to destroy it. My actions may positively affect the fate of the world, though I did not have the courage to take chances. I sweated at breakneck speed as the blast of bombs ringed through my ears. I clutched the trunk of the plant again, embracing any period it offered me.
The stench of smoke infiltrated my nose, as I slowly realized the temporal tree had teleported me to the Great Fire of London in 1666. I watched in horror as the raging red flames consumed the houses, silencing the voices of the burnt. I had to help. Dragging a wooden boat to some screaming survivors, I hurriedly rushed back to the plant to transport me back to the present, though I could not shake off the feeling that something was wrong. I cursed myself for my foolishness. I changed history. Now, I only had myself to blame if the world was unrecognizable.
However, my thoughts were cleared as I realized Victorian England was pretty much like before, though someone else perched on Nelson’s column, the water flowing with more vigour. The temporal plant was still, miraculously, safely growing in its pot, warping space-time around it. I had to spread the news of the special property of this plant.
The Chrono
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Dear diary, in 1899 London, as the world nears on the brink of a new century, a group of enthusiastic children uncovers a mind-blowing secret, which is certain plants can control time. This new idea is linked to an historical society of chrono botanists, and a close threat could possibly change the course of history. The children must navigate a dangerous world of the Victorian era science and international espionage to prevent a temporal danger.
Me Thirteen-year-old Ada Lovelace II, great granddaughter of the prominence mathematician, glared at the abnormal data on my flash card. The growth rate of the creature was unobtainable unless ‘ Oh no’ I whispered. It’s not growing faster its skipping through time.
On the other hand, Zahi a young Egyptian archeologist sensation, traced the complex hieroglyphics with shaking fingers. An Egyptian archeologist that does sometimes use counterfactual facts. ‘This isn’t a prophecy’ he realized, with excitement boiling inside of him. It’s a warning from the future of possible threats. Behind him, hidden in the dark shadows of the British museum’s dusty storage room raised a figure in a top hat smiled coldly, reaching for his telegram marked ‘ Urgent Temporal breach detected’.
On the foul-smelling banks of the Thames, young Cockney urchin Jack ‘The Ghost’ Sullivan Pocketed the unusual vibrating seed he had nicked from an innocent gentlemen’s coat. That night, he awoke to a bell slowly ringing and the room overgrown to the fullest with foliage and a window viewing outside out onto ancient Rome. ‘Blimey’ he breathed I’ve gone crazy, or the world has.
My greenhouse hummed with temporal energy, each and every plant a window to a different era and possible to retrograde but the times flux every minute. “Remarkable” contemplated Nikola Tesla, the children’s unlikely mentor. ” But why do they all seem on one chronology date? Before I could have a chance to respond, the door was smashed open. “Step away from everywhen Fern!” He shouted. ” By order of the queen!”
Then we all went down to a secret underground bunker and saw a tree. It looked something like a family tree but why was it here? There were countless different time eras on the branches. If we entered any of these eras, we could create a paradox! We were slowly super positioning all the clues. Then Nikola tesla mentioned” You kids may have to be the guardians until I figure this out”. Then the kids headed to the Museums roof.
As the new century came upon them, me plus everyone gathered on top of the British museum roof. All looking at the gorge’s sunset up ahead. Then I addressed ” A year ago we were all focused on exams but now we are the Guardians of the plants. Maybe God determinized this happening?” Then Zahi busted out in laughter. Jack Pulled out our especially tailored watch he had kindly gifted us. Soon we headed out for their meeting with A.G about time machines.
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How do you believe school will benefit your future career?
I believe school will help me in my future career by teaching me two main things, values and skills. The skills that I will learn will help me solve problems in life that may occur occasionally. For instance, if you lose something special, or you make a bad choice. These problem solving skills that you learn at school will teach you how to deal with these issues and to handle them properly. Good values that I learn in life will help me become a good person and show initiative to help people. People who speak up about what they think is right, can really help some other people who are treated badly. If you have both of these, you will most likely live a great life because you are a good person and you know how to deal with issues.
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Transcending Through Time
Ada Lovelace III, famed mathematician and botanist, buried her intellectual thoughts on a lone, prickly pine cone. Its sensational tingle felt supernatural, gleaming with inevitable radiance. Ada wore her jet-black jacket, encased with floral patterns which was a luxurious piece of clothing. Her deep ashen eyebrows twitched fervently as her azure pupils gazed interrogatively into the enigmatic flora. Ada curiously peeped closer at the pine and realised that this beaming pine cone wasn’t just an ordinary plant, this was a shift to another dimension, another century, another universe.
Meanwhile, Kahi, an Egyptian hieroglyphic virtuoso, traced his fingers over the ancient Egyptian cryptograms, feeling an intergalactic tremor in his deeply shaken fingers. He wore a soft silk garment over his summer clothing. He stared at the papyrus, dumbfounded. “This is a temporal distortion in the universe, no one is safe,” he muttered, “There must be some treacherous reason behind this.” Back in the scorching sands of the Egyptian desert, a man in a top hat stealthily walked away.
Back in the earthy territory of River Thames, Jack ‘The Ghost’ Sullivan, hastily snatched a pod of bean out of a stranger’s hand. The stranger wore a top hat and fine clothes. In contrast, Jack’s clothes were rugged, and full of holes that had been created from riots that he had created. As he held the precious bean in his sooty hand, it pulsated tremendously, vibrating and shattering an earthquake in Jack’s body. “Blimey,” he said, “Am I going crazy or is the world?”
Suddenly, they were all dragged in a continuous flux of paradoxical entanglement, twirling around in a kind of multiverse. At last, they settled in a lab. “Blimey!” shrieked Jack, “Who are you?” They exchanged several puzzled looks until their eyes met on a prominent figure standing on a stool. A top hat sat softly on his neatly combed hair, not a single hair in place. “Behold, children, I am Nikola Tesla!” he shrieked inhumanely. His voice shook like lightning and petrified his frightened audience. “Today, I will erase everything!”
Ada, Zahi and Jack shook uncomfortable looks. “Listen ‘ere you Nicholas, you better be a ‘kidding me right cos I ain’t believin’ this nonsense you’re talking.” Tyrannic thoughts singed through Nikola’s mind. “Anyway, you brat, I will eradicate you first!” From the back of the lab, Nikola pulled out a monstrous, colossal, satanic weapon from the back of his room. On it, there was marked ‘DEATH RAY’ in a concerning capital etiquette. ZAP! A luminescent beam raced time itself, blowing the windows out of existence. There was only a mutter of “it works”. “It works?” trembled Ada. “It works!?” shouted Zahi. “It works??” yelled Jack the urchin and finally, Tesla shouted, “IT WORKS!”
Footsteps in the darkness. “You children will be the first to feel the inevitable pain of this machine!” Reaching for the Death Ray. “At last, I can eradicate all sickness, disease, war!” A soft gentle touch. Don’t wake my victim. “NOW, all I need to do is to generate the button!” Now. Now. Beep.
There was a blinding light, incinerating all the eyes before the machine. Nikola Tesla was dead. “Thanks Jack,” said Ada and Lovelace. “Well, I knew that nicking food in the London riots would help me someday or another!” smiled Jack. But that would be just the start of their greater journeys.
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“Thirteen-year-old Ada Lovelace II, great-granddaughter of the famed mathematician Harry Lovelace dumbfoundedly frowned at the anomalous data on her punch cards. Her bushy untamed eyebrows narrowed on her forehead as creases etched on her face as her furrowed head glared at her punch cards. The specimen was growing at an incongruous rate. Oh my god, ‘ she whispered, ‘it’s not growing faster. It’s traipsing through time.” “I have to tell Zahi,” muttered Ada as her palpitating hands dropped the punch cards.
“Zahi, a young Egyptian archaeological prodigy, dressed it with an immaculate design of intricate hieroglyphs traced the stone tablet with pulsating fingers. All of the plants in his lab were chronologically moving at the same speed. They were in a temporal state as the plants navigated through time. None of the plants were in the right anachronism. With a devious look in his eyes he looked at the telegram Ada sent him and realised that the plants were warping their way through time. Suddenly a man appeared out of the blue with a maniacal look in his eyes. The man had a neatly ironed obsidian black tuxedo with dashing gelled hair, he was holding a message: URGENT TEMPORAL BREACH.
Abruptly after the encounter Zahi made an extrapolation that the plants were disrupting the flow of time and they were the reason for major disasters. After the brief rendezvous with the stranger Zahi met up with Ada in her lab. They contemplated the current time crisis that someone was brewing. Inside Ada’s lab the plants and vines changed from a bud to a plant continuously then CRASH! Miraculously they were outside in an ancient temple that was covered in ivy that shrouded the inside. As they trudged through the undergrowth they realised that they just went back into time. They were somewhere in a dense forest. As they realised where they were, a mysterious man was walking with an esoteric bulb that they realised was the time warping plant. As they followed him into his forsaken lair they realised he was the one responsible for all of the mischief that had changed the whole world. They decided on a devised plan that would take him down.
As they slowly tried to evade man he wheeled around and gave them a cold smile and beckoned them to come into the damp mossy cave. However inside lined with neat alabaster stripes of linen was a designed byzantine pattern.
Out of the blue came a net that scooped the pair up with ease, they were nestled in a rich cacophony of rich green leaves. “You won’t stop me,” cackling with a tyrannical grin as the man placed their plant in his collection.
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Ada Lovelace II, great-granddaughter to the world renowned mathematician, Ada Lovelace, gazed at the flashing numbers, her iridescent emerald mixed with sapphire eyes shining with confusion. “It doesn’t fit… no, that can’t be possible.” Her auburn bushy eyebrows curved in worry. “It’s… not growing fast… it’s… skipping through time?!?!” Ada’s arms shivered with goosebumps at the thought.
Bong! Bong! Someone was ringing on the bell at the door. It must be Zahi, Ada’s friend. He flicked his long pitch black hair and withered rose coloured robes. In doing so, he stumbled over a wire connecting the planets to the numbers.
SHWOOMP! Electricity, an invention of the future, buzzed around the room.
“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Screamed Ada.
“I DON’T-“ Zahi was cut off mid-sentence when a ray of blue, cackling lightning struck him at frazzled him. But the strange part was yet to come.
The cackling energy stopped. Ada came out to inspect where Zahi had been standing. But there was nothing. No ashes, no remains of his robes. Not even a speck of dust. As if he had just- vanished.
Ada wondered if- just if- she could set off the energy and get frazzled? Zahi had tripped on the blue line, so in 3, 2, 1- splonk! Ada landed face first as she tripped on purpose over the cord.
FRAZZAP!
Upon opening her eyes, Ada found herself and Zahi trapped in what seemed to be a prison cell, with rusty bars and a creaky old mattress for a bed. Peering beyond the bars, was a messy urchin, with tattered clothes.
”Finally! I needed two people to test this old fern!” She grinned, showing her crooked teeth stained with yellow.
Ada’s eyes widened in worry, while Zahi yelled out “No! No! We won’t let you do this to us!”
”Oh huh?” The urchin sniggered.
Ada took a moment to have a good look at her. Ginger short hair with white bits of dandruff in it. Mud-stained lab coat that was too big for her. Presumably stolen. Dark grey pants. In her hand she was holding a potted Everygrow fern. Wasn’t that what Ada had been studying in the morning? Wait-
Before she could come up with something, the Urchin sniggered, a smug smile appearing on her face. Deviously, she through the potted fern at Ada and Zahi, and it hit Ada full force, and she fell to the ground with a cold, hard thump.
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Ada Lovelace, great granddaughter of the distinguished mathematician, peered through her roseate tinted glasses at all of the plants that were kept in her fathers dilapidated greenhouse. It was a spectacular sight, with all the different shapes and sizes of the exquisite plants surrounding her. As she examined them closely, I realized that these plants have somehow grown all of a sudden. It couldn’t have been possible, unless they traveled forwards in time. The day before I experienced this, I overheard my father talking about some chrono-botanical plants that he had discovered. Out of the many greenhouses he had in our backyard, I had chosen to venture this one. She didn’t want to mess up anything, so she left, and tried to forget about it.
When she finally came back to these queer plants, she was certain about her theory. Actually, there were no plants at all. All that was left in the greenhouse were rows of her fathers superior pots lined up against the decayed walls, with nothing in them apart from some dirt, and seeds.
She had decided that this had already been an ambiguous day and it was time to take a break. As she walked, step by step, along the tidy pavers, she noticed that the enormous 100 year old tree, that has been at this house for generations, had weirdly gone back to a tiny sapling. To get that tall again, she would have to wait about another 100 years.
Ada Lovelace, great granddaughter of the distinguished mathematician, peered through her roseate tinted glasses at all of the plants that were kept in her fathers dilapidated greenhouse. It was a spectacular sight, with all the different shapes and sizes of the exquisite plants surrounding her. As she examined them closely, I realized that these plants have somehow grown all of a sudden. It couldn’t have been possible, unless they traveled forwards in time. The day before I experienced this, I overheard my father talking about some chrono-botanical plants that he had discovered. Out of the many greenhouses he had in our backyard, I had chosen to venture this one. She didn’t want to mess up anything, so she left, and tried to forget about it.
When she finally came back to these queer plants, she was certain about her theory. Actually, there were no plants at all. All that was left in the greenhouse were rows of her fathers superior pots lined up against the decayed walls, with nothing in them apart from some dirt, and seeds.
She had decided that this had already been an ambiguous day and it was time to take a break. As she walked, step by step, along the tidy pavers, she noticed that the enormous 100 year old tree, that has been at this house for generations, had weirdly gone back to a tiny sapling. To get that tall again, she would have to wait about another 100 years.
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