The Adventures of Maya, 1935

“Time discovers truth.”
Looking across the crowd, walking toward her, looking straight into her eyes, was a middle aged, 5'8" looking like any other person in the crowd, man. Yet this one had focused intention. Maya did not want a disturbance. She excelled at avoiding attention, except where and when she designed such an outcome. As he approached he seemed familiar, and then he was there, six inches in front of her, and as he stopped, said, “Maya, it’s time we introduced ourselves.”
Maya did not change her facial muscles. She did not give away any clue of surprise. Any reaction would let this for now opponent know she was caught off guard. This was a totally unexpected exchange, a huge risk. She did not want to give this person any sign of her internal surprise. How did this stranger know her name. Why did whomever he was associated with feel the need to introduce themselves?
Maya stood, waiting for the next set of words from this stranger.
“We know who, what you are. We have been invisible to you at our design. It’s now time to present ourselves. Where would you like to go to talk further?
Maya found these words interesting, yet no compelling evidence to indicate truth. Maya was able to read human states, as part of her unique ability to lead, or incentivize people down predictable paths. She hadn’t enough time with this individual to have enough behavioral data to help determine intent and then counter actions.
Maya responded, “Let’s just walk for a while and talk. Tell me more.”
They walked toward a little cafe on the Thames that Maya enjoyed on occasion, talking as they walked.
The stranger said, “Europe is spiraling toward combustion. Certainly you see that. There are a couple of things we want to share with you. First, introductions. We, like you, have been here for thousands of years. There have been times where you almost made the connection to us. We were the ones that set your ship on a return course to earth, and then followed. We can talk more about our home later. Humanity is at the point of understanding key concepts about the nature of reality. The problem is that they don’t have the right set of tools to describe what they know to be true. You can help. We are going to share with you our mathematical vocabulary so that you can introduce it. We would like to recommend you travel to the eastern United States where you will be safe and will be in the midst of the current holders of physics and mathematical concepts. With your unique abilities to influence specific outcomes, you will be able to introduce this new mathematical framework.
They arrived at the cafe, sat, ordered tea, and Maya continued to listen. This stranger proceeded to introduce an entirely different way of describing time and space. The result was a framework with specific definitions yet the results of the framework enabled a description of the very small within the context of infinity. It was perfect.
By the end of the discussion Maya seeing the beauty of this system of description, wondered why she had not understood this on her own.
Maya arrived in the United States. The year was 1935. She had read about the theoretical physics work going. Maya knew that was where she could introduce these new concepts of space time description, a new kind of math.
Maya decided it would be best to introduce these ideas as a student, as ideas to be debated. She enrolled at MIT as Martha Baxter. Maya’s first mathematics class was advanced calculus where she created a reputation for herself by challenging outcomes, or result sets, based on the premise of static values, an obvious contradiction of reality, she argued. Her professor suggested that unless she had a new mathematical system, she had better accept the contradiction as this was all we have right now as vocabulary tools. Maya realized she was beginning to set herself apart from other students so settled into listening and regurgitating presented information. Maya was hunting that one special genius with whom she could plant the seed of this new math, and then nurture its growth through ongoing dialogue.
In 1936 she found her target. He was a relatively new student, yet already with the reputation of genius. After lecture, Maya bumped into Richard Feynman, dropping her books as they bumped.
“I’m so sorry,” said Maya in her British accent as she knelt down to collect her dropped books.
The young man, hearing the soft distinct British voice, turned to look at who had just bumped into him and thought he was looking at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Richard immediately pictured the love of his life back home, his high school sweetheart. He did not feel emotional about this person who just bumped him, he was just acknowledging her uniqueness.
Richard knelt down and reached for one of the fallen books and introduced himself, “Hi, let me help. I’m Richard. You are?”
“Martha Baxter,” said Maya as she rose holding two of the books she had dropped.
Richard rose, handing the third book to Maya.
Maya said, “Thank you.” As she took the book from Richard, and continued, “I can’t believe people actually accept modern physics. The description of particles is so contrary to what we experience. It’s like teaching that the world is flat when you know the motions of the moon and stars describing movements around a sphere.”
Richard was momentarily stunned by what he just heard. Was Martha a nutcase or … What did she mean?
Richard said, “What? What do you mean ‘contrary to what we experience?’”
Maya’s eyebrows turned down toward a spot just between the center of the two most unusual eyes. She looked sternly at Richard and said, “Really? Think about it. Think about how we experience light, right now. As we move around this little space we occupy, our eyes are constantly bathed in light. As we move in any direction, there is no disruption in the phenomenon bathing the receptors within our eyes. It is a continuous experienced. That would mean particles would have to exist on top of one another in order to produce what we experience. Now that doesn’t make sense, does it?”
Richard thought for just a split second that this girl might just be onto something, and tried to map his math to the statement he just heard. There was no way.
Richard smiled and said, “We use the tools we have to describe what we see. I’d suggest you keep working on your math to try to describe what you believe to be true.”
Maya smiled back and said, “Or devise an improved set of descriptive tools to more accurately describe reality.”
Richard was intrigued with this exchange. He thought “I’m going to keep an eye on this one. She may we’ll be onto something.” He said, “Right then. See you around classes. I look forward to seeing your work on a new descriptive language.”
Maya smiled and said, “I’ll see you at class tomorrow. And I’d be happy to share drafts of my work with you as it develops. Thank you, again, for collecting my book.”
And then Maya turned, walked away disappearing into the crowd of busy students and professors walking to their next class.

