Section 17 of Four Science Fiction Novellas. Kurt Redmond had never heard of the place until he received Jones Letter. But here it was, a tiny, straggling village cuddled amongst the Ramapo Hills of lower New York State, only a few miles from Tuxedo. There was a prim, white-painted church, a general store with the inevitable gasoline pump at the curb, and a dozen or so of weather-beaten frame houses. That was all. It was a typical, dusty crossroads hamlet of the vintage of thirty years before, utterly isolated and apart from the rushing life of the broad concrete highway so short a distance away. Bert stopped his ancient and battered fliver at the corner where a group of overall loungers was gathered. Its asthmatic motor died with a despairing cough as he cut the ignition. Anyone tell me where to find the Carmody Place? He sang out. No one answered, and for a moment there was no movement amongst his listeners. Then one of the loungers, an old man with a stubble of gray beard, drew near, and regarded him through thick spectacles. You ain't aimin' to go up there alone, be you? The old fellow asked in a thin-cracked voice. Certainly, why?  It was fear of the supernatural that lurked there, stark terror, almost. Don't you go up to the Carmody Place, young fellow? These queer do-ins in the big house, is why? Blue lights at night, noises inside, and a cracklin' like thunder overhead.  Another of the idlers, a youngster with chubby features, and downy of lip and chin, saundered over from the group, interrupting the old man's discourse. Listen to him, he said to Bert. He's cracked a mite, been seen things. The big house is up yonder on the hill. See, with the red chimbley showin' through the trees? There's a wind and road down there apiece. Bert followed the pointing finger with sudden anxious gaze. It was not an inviting spot, that tangle of second-growth timber and underbrush that hid the big house on the lonely hillside. It might conceal almost anything. Joan Parker was there. The one called Gramp was screeching invectives at the grinning bystanders. You passled young digits, he stormed. I seen it, I tell you, and I heard things too. The devil himself was up there, and his imps. We oughtn't let this fellow go. Bert waited to hear no more. Unreasoning fear came to him that something was very much a mess up there at the big house, and he started the fliver with a thunderous barrage of its exhaust. The words of Joan's note were vivid in his mind. Come to me, Bert, at the Carmody Place in Linville. Believe me, I need you. Only that, but it had been sufficient to bring the young Redmond across three states to this measly town that wasn't even on the road-maps. Bert yanked the bouncing car into the winding road that led up the hill, and thought grimly of the quarrel with Joan two years before. He had told her then, arrogantly, that she'd need him some day.  Joan was there in this lonely spot, and she did need him. That was enough. He attacked it in vain with his fists. He ran nervous fingers through his already-tossled mop of sandy hair, a habit he had when disturbed, and nearly wrecked the car on a gray boulder that encroached on one of the two ruts which, together, had been termed a road.  And how stubborn both had been! Joan had insisted on going to the big city to follow the career her brother had chosen for her. Chemistry, biology, laboratory work. Bert sniffed even now. But he had been equally stubborn in his insistence that she marry him instead, and settle down on the Middle Western fruit farm. With a sudden twist the road turned in at the entrance of a sadly neglected estate. The grounds of the place were overrun with rank-growths, and the driveway was covered with weeds. The tumbledown gables of a decrepit frame-house peeped out through the trees. It was a rambling old building that once had been a mansion. A big house of the natives. A musty air of decay was upon it, and crazily askew window-shutters proclaimed deep- shrouded mystery within.  As if his coming had been watched forth through the stained glass of its windows, the door was flung violently open. A white-clad figure darted across the porch, but not before Bert had untangled the lean six feet of him from under the fliver's wheel and bounded up the steps. Joan! Bert! I'm sorry. Me, too, swallowing hard. Bert Redmond held her close. But I won't go back to Indiana. The girl raised her chin and the old defiance was in her tearful gaze. Bert stared. Joan was wide and wan, a mere shadow of her old self. And she was trembling, hysterical. That's all right, he whispered, but tell me now, what is it? What's wrong? With sudden vigor she was drawing him into the house. It's Tom, she quavered. I can't do a thing with him, can't get him to leave here, and something terrible is about to happen. I know. I thought perhaps you could help, even if— Tom Parker here? Bert was surprised that the fastidious older brother should leave his comfortable city quarters and lose himself in his godforsaken place. Sure, I'll help, dear, if I can. Oh, you can, oh, I'm sure you can, the girl went untramulously. A spot of color flared in either cheek. It's his experiments. He came over from New York about a year ago and rented this old house. The city laboratory wasn't secluded enough, and I've helped him until now in everything, but I'm frightened. He's playing with dangerous forces. He doesn't understand, won't understand, but I saw— And then Joan Parker slumped into a high-back chair that stood in the ancient panel hall. Soft waves of her chestnut hair framed the pinched, terrified face, and wide eyes looked up at Bert, with the same horror he had seen in those of the old fellow in the village. A surge of the old tenderness welled up in him, and he wanted to take her in his arms. Wait, she said, swiftly rising. I'll let you judge for yourself. Here, go into the laboratory and talk with Tom. She pushed him forward and threw a door that closed softly behind him. He was in a large room that was cluttered with the most bewildering array of electrical mechanisms he had ever seen. Joan had remained outside. Tom Parker, his hair grayer and forehead higher than when Bert had seen him last, rose from where he was stooping over a workbench.  Bert had anticipated a less cordial welcome. Albert Redmond, exclaimed the older man. This is a surprise! Glad to see you! Boy, glad to see you! He meant it, Tom did, and Bert rung the extended hand heartily. Yet he dared not tell of Joan's note. The two men had always been the very best of friends, except in the matter of Joan's future. You haven't changed much, Bert ventured. Tom Parker laughed. Not about Joan, if that's what you mean. She likes the work and will go far in it. Why, Bert? Say, wait a minute. Bert Redmond's mane was solemn. I saw her outside, Tom, and was shocked. She isn't herself, doesn't look at all well. Haven't you noticed, man? The older man's sobered and a puzzled frown crossed his brow. I have noticed, yes, but it's nonsense, Bert, I swear it is. She has been having dreams, worrying a lot, it seems. Guess I'll have to send her to the doctor. Dreams? Worry? A lot of the old man called Gramp. Yes, I'll tell you all about it. What we're working on here. And show you. It's no wonder she gets that way, I guess. I've been a bit loony with the marvel of it myself at times. Come here. Tom led him to an intricate apparatus which bore some resemblance to a television radio. There were countless vacuum tubes and their controls. Tiny motors belted two slotted discs that would spin when power was applied, and a double eyepiece.  This is a mechanism I've developed for a study of the less understood dimensions. The results have more than justified my expectations. They're astounding. Bert, we can actually see into these realms that were hitherto unexplored. We can examine at a close range the life of these other planes. Think of it. Life? Plane? Dimensions? Said Bert Blankley. Remember, I know very little about this science of yours. Haven't you read the newspaper accounts of Einstein's researches and of others who have delved into the theory of relativity? Say, I read them, but they don't tell me a thing. It's over my head a mile. Well listen, this universe of ours, space and all it contains, is a thing of five dimensions, a continuum we have never begun to contemplate in its true complexity and immensity. There are three of its dimensions with which we are familiar. Our normal sense is perceived and understand them, length, breadth, and thickness. The fourth dimension, time, or more properly, the time-space interval, we have only recently understood. And this fifth dimension, Bert, is something no man on earth has delved into, accepting myself. You don't say, Bert was properly impressed. The old gleam of the enthusiastic scientist was in Tom's keen eyes. Sure as thing, I've called this fifth dimension the interval of oscillation, though the term is not precisely correct. It has to do with the arrangement, the speed and direction of movement, and the polarity of protonic and electronic energy charges of which matter is comprised. It upsets some of our old and accepted natural laws, one in particular. Bert, two objects can occupy the same space at the same time, though only one is perceptible to our earthbound senses. Their differently constituted atoms exist in the same location without interference, merely vibrating in different planes. There are many such planes in this fifth dimension of space, all around us, some actually inhabited. Each plane has a different atomic structure of matter, its own oscillation interval of the energy that is matter, and a set of natural laws peculiar to itself. I can't begin to tell you, in fact. I've explored only a fraction, but here, look. Bert's instrument set up a soft purring at his touch of a lever, and eerie blue light flickered from behind the double eyepiece, casting grotesque shadows on the walls and ceiling, and paling to insignificance the light of day that filtered through the long unwashed windows. Bert squinted through the hooded twin lenses. At first he was dazed and confused by the rapidly whirly light images, but these quickly resolved into geometric figures, an inconceivable number of them, extending off into limitless space in a huge arc, revolving and tumbling like the colored particles in an old-fashioned kaleidoscope. Cubes, pyramids and cones of variegated hues. Swift rushing spheres and long slim cylinders of brilliant blue white, gleaming disks of polished jet, spinning. Abruptly the view stabilized, and clear-cut stationary objects sprang into being. An unbroken vista of seemed chocky cliffs beside an inky sea whose waters rose and fell rhythmically, yet did not break against the towering palisade. Waveless, glass smooth, these waters. A huge, blood-redded sun hanging low in a leaden, though cloudless sky, reflecting scintillating flecks of gold and purple brilliance from the ocean's black surface. At first there was no sign of life to be seen. Then a mound was rising up from the sea near the cliff, a huge, tortoise-like shape that stretched forth several flat members which adhered to the vertical white wall as if held by suction disks. Ponderously the thing turned over and headed up from the inky depths, spewing out from its concave underside an army of funny-brown bipeds. Birds bloated with torsals in which head and body merged so closely as to be indistinguishable one from the other, balanced precariously on two spindly legs, and with long, thin arm-like tentacles, waving and coiling. Spider-like beams ran out over the smooth, dark surface of the sea as if it were solid ground. Jupiter! Burt looked up from the eyepiece, blinking into the triumphant grinning face of Tom Parker. "'You mean to tell me these creatures are real?' he demanded. "'Living here, all around us, in another plane where we can't see them without this machine of yours. A sure thing, and this is but one of many such planes. They can't get through to our plane?' "'Lord, no, man, how could they?' A sharp, crackling peel of thunder rang out overhead, and Tom Parker went suddenly white. Outside the sky was cloudless. "'And that? What's that?' Burt remembered the warning of the old man of the village, and Joan's obvious fear. "'It's only a physical manifestation of the forces I use in obtaining visual connection, one of the things that worries Joan. "'Yet I can't find any cause for alarm.' The scientist's voice droned on endlessly, technically. But Burt knew there was something. Tom didn't understand, something he was trying desperately to explain to himself. Thunder rumbled once more, and Burt returned his eyes to the instrument. Directly before him, in the field of vision, a group of the Spider-Men advanced over the Pitchy Sea with a curiously constructed cage of woven transparent material, which they set down at a point so close by that it seemed he could touch it if he stretched out his hand. The illusion of physical nearness was perfect. The evil eyes of the creatures were fastened upon him, tentacle arms uncoiled and reached forth as if to break down the barrier that separated them.  The laboratory door burst open, and Joan, pale and dishelled, dashed into the room. Tom shouted, running forward to intercept her, and Burt saw what he had not seen before, a ten-foot circle of blue-white metal set in the floor and illuminated by a shaft of light from a reflector on the ceiling above Tom's machine. "'Joan, the force area,' Tom was yelling. "'Keep away!' Tom had reached the distraught girl and was struggling with her over on the far side of the disk. There came a throbbing of the very air surrounding them, and Burt saw Tom and Joan on the other side of the force area, their white faces indistinct and wavering, as if blurred by heat waves rising between them. The rumblings and crackings overhead increased intensity until the old house swayed and creaked with the concussions. Hazy forms materialized on the lighted disk. The cage of the transparent, woven basket, dark spidery forms within. The creatures from that other plane. Joan, Tom! Burt's voice was soundless as he tried to shout, and his muscles were paralyzed when he attempted to hurl himself across to them. The blue light had spread and formed a huge bubble of white brilliance, a transparent elastic solid that flung him back when he attacked it in vain with his fists. Within its confines he saw Joan and her brother scuffling with the Spider-man, tearing at the tentacle arms that encircle them and drew them relentlessly into the basket-weave cage. There was a tremendous thump and the warping of the very universe about them all. Burt Redmond, his body wracked by unsupportable tortures, was hurled into the black abyss of infinity. This was not death, nor was it a dream from which he would awaken. After that moment of mental agony and ghastly physical pain, after a dizzying rush through inking nothingness, Burt knew suddenly that he was very much alive. If he had lost consciousness at all, it had been for no great length of time. And yet there was this sense of strangeness in his surroundings, a feeling that he had been transported over some nameless gulf of space. He had dropped to his knees, but with the swift return of normal faculties he jumped to his feet. A tall stranger confronted him, a half-new giant with bronze skin and of solemn visage. The stalwart build of him and the smooth contours of cheek and jaw proclaimed him a man not yet past middle age, but his uncropped hair was white as the driven snow. They stood in a spherical chamber of silvery metal, Burt and this giant, and the gentle vibration of delicately balanced machinery made itself felt in the structure. Of John and Tom there was no sign. Where am I, Burt demanded, and where are my friends? Why am I with you without them? Compassion was in the tall stranger's gaze, and something more. The pain of a great sorrow filled the brown eyes that looked down at Burt, and resignation to a fate that was shrouded in ineffable mystery. Trust me, he said, in a mellow, slurring voice. Where you are you shall soon learn. You are safe, and your friends will be located. Will be located? Don't you know where they are? Burt laid hands on the big man's wrists and shook him impatiently. The stranger was too calm and unmoved in the face of this tremendous thing which had come to pass. I know where they have been taken, yes, but there is no need of haste out here in infradimensional space, for time stands still. We will find it a simple matter to reach the plane of their captors, the Bardex, within a few seconds after your friends arrive there. My plane-segregator, this sphere, will accomplish this in due season. Strangely Burt believed him. This talk of dimensions and planes and of the halting of time was incomprehensible, but somehow there was communicated to his own restless nature something of the placid serenity of the white-haired stranger. He regarded the man more closely, saw there was an alien look about him that marked him as different and apart from the men of earth. His sole garment was a wide-breach cloud of silvery stuff that glinted with changing colors, hues foreign to nature on earth. He was a superhuman perfection of muscular development, and there was an indescribable mingling of gentleness and sternness in his demeanor. With a start Burt noted that his fingers were webbed, as were his toes. Say, Burt exclaimed, who are you, anyway? The stranger permitted himself the merest ghost of a smile. You may call me Wanderer, he said. I am the Wanderer of Infinity. Infinity? You are not of my world? But no. You speak my language. It is one of many with which I am familiar. I don't understand. Burt Redmond was like a man in a trance, completely under the spell of his amazing host's personality. It is given to few men to understand. The Wanderer fell silent, his arms folded across his broad chest, and his great shoulders bowed as under the weight of centuries of mankind's cares. Yet I would have you understand, O man called Burt, for the tale is a strange one and is heavy upon me. It was uncanny that this Wanderer should address him by name. Burt thrilled to a new sense of awe. But, he objected, my friends are in the hands of the Spider-Man. You said we'd go to them. Good Lord, man, I've got to do it. You forget that time means nothing here. We will go to them in precise synchronism with a proper time as existent in that plane. The Wanderer's intense gaze held Burt speechless, hypnotized. A swift dimming of the sphere's diffused illumination came immediately, and the darkness swept down like a blanket, thick and stifling. This was no ordinary darkness, but the utter absence of light, the total obscurity of Erebus. And the hidden motors throbbed with sudden new vigor. Behold! At the Wanderer's exclamation the enclosing sphere became transparent, and they were in the midst of a dizzying maelstrom of flashing color. Brilliant geometric shapes there were, whirling off into the vastness of space, as Burt had seen them in Tom Parker's instrument. A gigantic arc of rushing light form spanning the black gulf of an unknown cosmos. And in the foreground directly under the sphere was a blue-white disk, horizontally fixed, a substantial and familiar object, with hazy surroundings likewise familiar. Isn't that the metal platform in my friend's laboratory? Ask Burt, marveling. It is indeed. The mellow voice of the Wanderer was grave, and he laid a hand on Burt's arm. And for so long as it exists it constitutes a serious menace to your civilization. It is a gateway to your world, a means of contact with your plane of existence for those many vicious hordes that dwell in other planes of the fifth dimension. Without it, the Bardex had not been able to enter and affect the kidnapping of your friends. Oh, I tried so hard to warn them, Parker and the girl, but could not do it in time. A measure of understanding came to Burt Redmond. This was the thing Joan had feared, and which Tom Parker had neglected to consider. The forces which enabled the scientists to see into the mysterious planes of this uncharted realm were likewise capable of providing physical contact between the planes, or actual travel from one to the other. Tom had not learned how to use the forces in this manner, but the Bardex had. We travel now along a different set of coordinates, those of space-time, said the Wanderer. We go into the past through eons of time as it is counted in your world. Into the past, Burt repeated. He stared foolishly at his host, whose eyes glittered strangely in the flickering light. Yes, we go to my home. To what was my home? To your home. Why? Burt shrank before the awful contorted face of the Wanderer. A spasm of ferocity had crossed it on his last words. Some fearful secret must be known at the big man's vitals. Again you must trust me. To understand, it is necessary that you see. The gentle horror of machinery rose to a piercing shriek as the Wanderer manipulated the tiny levers of a control-board that was set in the smooth, transparent wall. And the rushing light forms outside became a blur at first, then a solid stream of cold, liquid fire, into which they plunged at break-necked speed. There was no perceptible motion of the sphere, however. It was the only object that seemed substantial and fixed in an intangible and madly gyrating universe. Its curved wall, though transparent, was solid, comforting to the touch. Standing by his instrument board, the Wanderer was engrossed in a tabulation of mathematical data he was apparently using in setting the many control knobs before him. Plotting their course through infinity. His placid serenity of countenance had returned, but there was a new eagerness in his intense gaze, and his strong fingers trembled while he manipulated the tiny levers and dials. Outside the apparently motionless sphere, a never-ending riot of color surged swiftly and silently by, now swirling violently in great sweeping arcs of blinding magnificence, now changing character and driving down from dizzying heights as a dim-lit column of gray that might have been a blast of steam from some huge inverted geyser of the cosmos. Always there were the intermittent black bands that flashed swiftly across the brightness, momentarily darkening the sphere and then passing on into the limbo of this strange realm between planes. Abruptly then, like the turning of a page in some gigantic book, the swift-moving phantasma-goria swung back into the blackness of the infinite and was gone. Before them stretched a landscape of rolling hills and fertile valleys. Overhead the skies were deep blue, almost violet, and twin sun shone down on the scene. The sphere drifted along a few hundred feet from the surface. Eurtraria, the wanderer breathed reverently. His white head was bowed, and his great hands clutched the small rail of the control board. In a days of conflicting emotions, Bert watched as this land of peace and plenty slipped past beneath them. This, he knew, had been the home of the wanderer. In what past age or how at a great distance it was from his own world he could only imagine. But that the big man who called himself wanderer loved this country, there was not the slightest doubt. It was a fetish with him. A past he was in duty bound to revisit time and again, and to mourn over. Smooth broad lakes there were, and glistening streams that ran their winding courses through well-kept and productive farmlands, and scattered communities with orderly streets and spacious parks. Roads, stretching endless ribbons of wide metallic surface across the countryside. Long two-wheeled vehicles skimming over the roads with speed so great the eye could scarcely follow them. Flapping winged ships of the air, flying high and low in all directions. A great city of magnificent dome-top buildings looming up suddenly at the horizon. The sphere proceeded swiftly toward the city. Once a great airliner, wrapping huge, gosmer-like wings, dove directly toward them. Bert cried out in alarm and ducked instinctively, but the ship passed through them and on its way. It was as if they did not exist in this spherical vehicle of the dimensions. WANDERER OF INFINITY PART II We are here only as onlookers, the wanderer explained sadly, and can have no material existence here. We cannot enter this plain, for there is no gateway. Would that there were? Now they were over the city and the sphere came to rest above a spacious flat roof, where there were luxurious gardens and pools, and a small glass-domed observatory. A woman was seated by one of the pools, a beautiful woman with long golden hair that fell in soft perfusion over her ivory shoulders and bosom. Two children, handsome and stalwart boys, were probably ten and twelve, romped with a domestic animal which resembled a fox-sound of earth, but had glossy, short-haired fur and flippers like these of a seal. Suddenly these three took to the water and splashed with much vigor and joyful shouting. The wanderer gripped Bert's arm with painful force. My home, he groaned. Understand, earthling, this was my home, these my wife and children, destroyed through my folly. Destroyed, I say, in ancient days, and by my accursed hand when the middle monsters came. There was madness in the wanderer's glassy stare, the madness of a tortured soul within. Bert began to fear him. We should leave, he said. Why torment yourself with such memories? My friends, have patience, earthling. Don't you understand that I sinned, and am therefore condemned to this torment? Can't you see that I must unburden my soul of this age's old load, that I must revisit the scene of my crime, that others must see and know? It is part of my punishment, and you, per force, must bear witness. Moreover, it is to help your friends and your world that I bring you here. Behold! A man was coming out of the observatory, a tall man with bronze skin and raven locks. It was the wanderer himself, the wanderer of the past, as he had been in the days of his youth and happiness. The woman by the pool had risen from her seat, and was advancing eagerly toward her mate. Bert saw that the man hardly glanced in her direction. So intent was he on an object over which he stood. The object was a shimmering bowl some eight or ten feet across, which was mounted on a tripod near the observatory, and over whose metallic surface a queer bluish light was playing. It was a wordless pantomime, the ensuing scene, and Bert watched in amazement. This woman of another race, another age, another plane, was pleading with her man, sobbing soundlessly, wretchedly. And the man was unheeding, impatient with her demonstrations. He shoved her aside as she attempted to interfere with his manipulations of some elaborate mechanical contrivance at the side of the bowl. And then there was a sudden, roaring vibration, a flash of light leaping from the bowl, and the materialization of a spherical vessel that swallowed at the man and vanished in the shaft of light, like a moth in the flame of a candle. At Bert's side, the wander was a grim and silent figure, misty and unreal when compared with those material, emotion-torn beans on the rooftop. The woman, swooning, had wilted over the rim of the bowl, and the two boys with their strange amphibious pet splashed out from the pool and came running to her side, wide-eyed and dripping. The wander touched a lever, and again there was the sensation, as of a great page turned across the vastness of the universe. All was hazy and indistinct outside the sphere that held them, with a rushing blur of dimly gray-light forms. Beneath them remained only the bright outline of the bowl, an object distinct and real and fixed in space. It was thus I left my loved ones, the wander said hollowly, in fanatical devotion to my science, but in blind disregard to those things which really mattered. Observe, O man called Bert, that the bowl is still existent in the infradimensional space, the gateway, I left open to Eurtraria. So it remained, while I, fool that I was, explored those plains of the fifth dimension that were all around us though we saw and felt them not. Only I had seen, even as your friend Thomas seen. And, like him, I heeded not the menace of the things I had witnessed. We go now to the plain of the metal monsters. Behold! The sphere shuddered to the increased power of its hidden motors, and another huge page seemed to turn slowly over, lurching sickeningly as it came to rest in the new and material plain of existence. Here Bert understood now, the structure of matter was entirely different. Adams were comprised of protons and electrons whirling at different velocities and in different orbits, possibly some of the electrons in reverse direction to those of the atomic structure of matter in Eurtraria. And these coexisted with those others in the same relative position in time and in space. Ages before, the thing had happened, and he was seen it now. They were in the midst of a forest of conical spires whose sides were of dark glittering stuff that reminded Bert of the crystals of carborundum before pulverizing for commercial use. A myriad of deep colors were reflected from the sharply pointed piles in the light of a great cold moon that hung low in the heavens above them. In the half-light, down there between the circular basis of the cones, weird creatures were moving. Like great earthworms they moved, sluggish and with writhing contortions of their many jointed bodies. Long cylindrical things with glistening gray hide, like armor plate and with fearsome heads that reared upward occasionally to reveal the single flaming eye and massive iron jaws each contained. There were riveted joints and levers, wheels and gears that moved as the creatures moved, darting lights that flashed forth from trunnion-mounted cases like the search lights of a battleship of earth, great swiveled arms with grappling hooks attached. They were mechanical contrivances, the metal monsters of which the wanderer had spoken. Whether their brains were comprised of active living sails, or whether they were cold, or calculating machines of metallic parts, Burt was never to know. See the gateway, the wanderer was saying. They are investigating. It is the beginning of the end of Utaria, all as it occurred in the dim and distant past. He gripped Burt's arm, pointing a trembling finger, and his face was a terrible thing to see in the eerie light of their sphere. A sharply outlined circle of blue-white appeared down there in the midst of the squirming monsters. The sphere drifted lower, and Burt was able to see that a complicated machine was being trundled out from an arched doorway in the base of one of the conical dwellings. It was moved to the edge of the light circle, which was the bowl on that rooftop of Utaria. The same bowl. A force area like that used by Tom Parker, an area existent in many planes of the fifth dimension simultaneously, an area where the various components of wave motion merged and became as one. The gateway between planes. The machine of the metal monsters was provided with a huge lens and a reflector, and these were trained on the bowl. Wheels and levers of the machine moved swiftly. There came an orange light from within that was focused upon lens and reflector to strike down and mingle with the cold light of the bowl. A startling transformation ensued, for the entire area within view was encompassed with the milky diffused brightness in which two worlds seemed to intermingle and fuse. There were the rooftops of the city in Utaria and its magnificent domes, a transparent yet substantial reality superimposed upon the gloomy city of cones of the metal monsters. Jupiter, Burt breathed. They're going through. They are, Earthling. More accurately, they did. Thousands of them. Millions. Even as the wanderers spoke, the metal monsters were wriggling through between the two planes, their enormous bodies moving with menacing deliberation. On the rooftops back in Utaria could be seen the frantic, fleeing forms of human-like beings, the wanderers' people. There was a sharp click from the control panel and the scene was blotted out by the familiar maze of geometric shapes. The whirling, dancing light forms that rushed madly passed over the vast arch which spanned infinity. Where were you at the time? asked Burt. Odd by what he had seen and with pity in his heart for the man who had unwittingly let loose the horde of metal monsters on his own loved ones and his own land, he stared at the wanderer. The big man was standing with face averted, hands clutching the rail of the control panel desperately. I, he whispered, I was roaming the planes, exploring, experimenting, immersed in the pursuits that went with my insatiable thirst for scientific data and the broadening of my knowledge of this complex universe of ours. Forgetting my responsibilities, unknowing, unsuspecting. You returned to your home? Too late, I returned. You shall see, we return now by the same route I then followed. No, Burt shouted, suddenly panicky at the thought of what might be happening to Joan and Tom in the land of the Bardex. No, wanderer, tell me, but don't show me, I can't imagine. Seeing those loathsome big worms of iron and steel, I can well visualize what they did. Come now, have a heart, man, take me to my friends before. Ah! the wanderer looked up, and a benign look came to take the place of the pain and horror which had contorted his features. It is well, all man called Burt, I shall do as you request, for now I see that my mission has been well accomplished. We go to your friends, and fear you not that we shall arrive too late. Your—your mission? Burt calmed immediately, under the spell of the wanderer's new mood. My mission throughout eternity. Earthling, can't you sense it? For ever and ever I shall roam in for a dimensional space, watching and waiting for evidence that a similar catastrophe might be visited on another land, where warm-blooded thinking humans of similar mould to my own may be living out their short lives of happiness or near happiness. Never again shall so great a calamity come to mankind anywhere, if it be within the wanderer's power to prevent it. And that is why I snatched you up from your friend's laboratory. That is why I have shown to you the— Me, why me, Burt exclaimed. Attend, O Earthling, and you shall hear. The mysterious intangibilities of the cosmos whirl by unheeded by either as the wanderer's tail unfolded. When I returned, he said, the gateway was closed forever. I could not enter my own plane of existence. The metal monsters had taken possession. They had found a better and richer land than their own, and when they had completed their migration they destroyed the generator of my force area. They had shut me out, but I could visit Yurtaria. As an outsider, as a wraith, and I saw what they had done. I saw the desolation and the blackness of my once fair land. I saw that, that none of my own kind remained. All, all were gone. For a time my reason deserted me, and I roamed infradimensional space as a madman, self-condemned to the outer realms where there is no real material existence, no human companionship, no love, no comfort. When reason returned, I set myself to the task of visiting other planes where beings of my own kind might be found, and I soon learned that it was impossible to do this in the body. To these people I was a ghostly visitant, if they sense my presence at all, for my roaming between planes had altered the characteristics of atomic structure of my being. I could no longer adapt myself to material existence in these planes of the fifth dimension. The orbits of electrons in the atoms comprising my substance had become fixed in a new and outcast oscillation interval. I had remained away too long. I was an outcast, a wanderer, the wanderer of infinity. There was silence in the sphere for a space, save only for the gentle whirring of the motors. Then the wanderer continued. Nevertheless, I roamed these planes as a non-existent visitor insofar as their peoples were concerned. I learned their languages, and came to think of them as my own, and I found that many of their scientific workers were experimented along lines similar to those which had brought disaster to Burtaria. I swore a mighty oath to spend my lifetime in warning them, in warning off a repetition of so terrible a mistake as I had made. On several occasions I have succeeded. And then I found that my lifetime was to be for all eternity. In the outer realms time stands still, as I have told you, and in the plane of existence which now is mine, an extra material plane, I had no prospect of aging or of death. My vow, therefore, is for so long as our universe may endure instead of for merely a lifetime. For this I am duly thankful, for I shall miss nothing until the end of time. I visited planes where other monsters, as clever and as vicious as the metal ones who devastated Burtaria, were bending every effort of their sciences toward obtaining actual contact with other planes of the fifth dimension. And I learned that such contact was utterly impossible of attainment without a gateway, in the realm to which they wished to pass. A gateway such as I had provided for the metal monsters and such as that which your friend Tom Parker has provided for the Bardex, or Spider-Man, as you term them. In intradimensional space I saw the glow of Tom Parker's force area and made my way to your world quickly. But Tom could not get my warning. He was too stubbornly and deeply engrossed in the work he was engaged in. The girl John was slightly more susceptible, and I believe she was beginning to sense my telepathic messages when she sent for you. Still and all, I had begun to give up hope when you came on the scene. I took you away just as the Spider-Man succeeded in capturing your friends, and now my hope has revived. I feel sure that my warning shall not have been in vain. But, ejected Burt, you've warned me, not the scientist of my world who is able to prevent the thing. Yes, you! the wanderer broke in. It is better so. This Tom Parker is a zealot, even as was I. A man of science thinking only of his own discoveries. I am not sure he would discontinue his experiments, even were he to receive my warning in all its horrible details. But you, O man called Burt, through your love of his sister and by your influence over him, will be able to do what I cannot do myself. Bring about the destruction of this apparatus of his. Impress upon him the grave necessity of discontinuing his investigations. You can do it, and you alone, now that you fully understand. Say, you're putting it up to me entirely? Nearly so, and there is no alternative. I believe I have not misjudged you. You will not fail. Of that I am certain. For the sake of your own kind, for the love of Joan Parker, you will not fail. And for me, for this small measure of atonement it is permitted that I make or help to make possible. No, I'll not fail. Take me to them, quick. Burt grinned understandingly as the wanderer straightened his broad shoulders and extended his hand. There was no lack of substantiality in the mighty grip of those closing fingers. Again the sphere's invisible motor's increased speed, and again the dizzying kaleidoscope of color swept past them more furiously. We will now overtake them, your friends, said the wanderer, in the very act of passing between planes. Overtake them, Burt mumbled. I don't get it at all. This time traveling. It is over my head a mile. It isn't time travel really, explained the wanderer. We are merely closing up the time-space interval, moving to the precise spot in the universe where your friends' laboratory existed at the moment of contact between planes, with your world and that of the Bardex. We shall reach there a few seconds after the actual capture. No chance of missing? Burt watched the wanderer as he consulted his mathematical data and made new adjustments of the controls. Not the slightest. It is calculated to a nicety. We could, if we wished, stop just short of the exact time, and would see the recurrence of their capture. But only as unseen observers. You cannot enter the plane as a material being during your own actual past, for your entity would then be duplicated. Of course, I cannot enter in any case. But moving on to the instant after the event, as we shall do, you may enter either plane as a material being, or move between the two planes at will, by means of the gateway provided by Tom Parker's force area. Do you not now understand the manner in which you will be enabled to carry out the required procedure? Hmm. Burt wasn't sure at all. But this moving through time, he asked helplessly. And the change from one plane of oscillation to another, they're all mixed up. What have they to do with each other? All five dimensions of our universe are definitely interrelated, and dependent one upon the other for the existence of matter in any form whatsoever. You see? But here we are. The motor slowed down, and a Titanic page seemed to turn over in the cosmos with a vanishing blaze of magnificence. Directly beneath them glowed the disk of blue-white light that was Tom's force area. The sphere swooped down within its influence and came to rest. Make haste, the wanderer said. I shall be here in the gateway, though you see me not. Bring them here, speedily. On the one side Burt saw familiar objects in Tom's laboratory. On the other side the white cliff and the pitchy sea of the Bardec realm. And the cage of the basket-weave between, with his friends inside struggling with the Spiderman. It was the instant after the capture. Joan, Tom, Burt shouted. A sight of the sphere had opened, and he plunged through and into the Bardec plain, to the inky surface of the sea, fully expecting to sink in its forbidding depths. But the stuff was an elastic solid, springy under his feet and burying him up as would an air-inflated cushion. He threw himself upon the cage and tore at it with his fingers. The whimpering screams of the Spiderman were in his ears, and he saw from the corner of his eye that other of the tortoise-like mounds were rising up out of the viscid black depths, dozens of them, and that hundreds of the Bardecs were closing in on him from all directions. Weapons were in their hands, and a huge engine of warfare-like caterpillar tractor was skimming over the sea from the cliff-wall, with a great grinding and clanking of its mechanisms. But the cage was pulling apart in his clutches as if made of reeds. With Joan in one encircling arm he was battling the Spiderman, driving swift, short jabs into their soft-blooded bodies with devastating effect. And Tom, recovering from the first surprise of his capture, was doing a good job himself, his flailing arms scattering the Bardecs like nine pins. The wanderer and his fear, both doomed to material existence only in infradimensional space had vanished from sight. A bedlum rose up from the reinforcing hordes as they came in to enter the force area. But Bert, since the guiding touch of the wanderer's unseen hand, heard his placid voice urging him, and, in a single leap, was inside the sphere with the girl. With Joan safely in the wanderer's care he rushed out again for Tom, then followed a nightmare of battling those twining tentacles and the puffy crowding bodies of the Spiderman. Wrestling tactics and swinging fists were all that the two earthlings had to rely upon, but between them they managed to fight off a half-score of the Bardecs and work their way back into the glowing force area. It's no use, Tom gasped. We can't get back. Sure we can. We've a friend here in the force area. Tom Parker staggered. His strength was giving out. No. No, Bert, he moaned. I can't. You go on. Leave me here. Not on your life. Bert swung him up bodily into the sphere as he contacted with the invisible metal of its hull. Kicking off the nearest of the Spiderman, he clambered in after the scientist. The tableau then presented in the sphere's interior was to remain forever imprinted on Bert's memory, though it was only a momentary flash in his consciousness at the time. The wanderer, calm and erect at the control panel, his benign countenance alight with satisfaction. Tom Parker, pulling himself to his feet, clutching at the big man's free arm, his mouth opened in astonishment. Joan seated at the wanderer's feet with odd and reverent eyes upturned. There is no passing directly between the planes. One must have the force area as a gateway, and besides, a medium such as the cage of the Bardex, the orange light of the metal monsters, or sphere of the wanderer. Bert knew this instinctively as the sphere darkened, and the flashing light forms leaped across the blackness. The motor screamed in rising crescendo as their speed increased. Then, abruptly, the sound broke off into deathly silence as the limit of audibility was passed. Against a brilliant background of swift color changes and geometric light shapes that so quickly merged into the familiar blur, Bert saw his companions as dim, wraithlike forms. He moved toward Joan, groping. Then came the tremendous thump, the swinging of a colossal page across the void, the warping of the very universe about them, the physical torture and the swift rush through Stygian inkiness. Farewell!  He knew that their benefactor had slipped away into the mysterious regions of intradimensional space. Raising himself slowly and daisily from where he had been flung, he saw they were in Tom's laboratory. Joan lay over their white and still, a pitiful, crumpled heap. Panicky, Bert crossed to her. His trembling fingers found her pulse. A sobbing breath of relief escaped his lips. She had merely swooned. Tom Parker, exhausted from his efforts in that other plane and with the very foundations of his being, rich by this passage through the fifth dimension, was unable to rise. Only semi-conscious, his eyes were glazed with pain, and incoherent moaning sounds came from his white lips when he attempted to speak. Bert's mind was clearing rapidly. That diabolical machine of Tom's was still operating, the drone of its motors being the only sound in the laboratory as the inventor closed his mouth grimly and made a desperate effort to raise his head. But Bert had seen shapes materializing on the lighted disk that was a gateway between planes, and he rushed to the controls of the instrument. That starting lever must be shifted without delay. Don't, Tom Parker found his voice. His frantic warning was a horse whistling gasp. He had struggled to his knees.  Those things in the force area, partly through, the reaction will destroy the machine and all of us if you turn it off. Don't, I say. What then, Bert fell back appalled. Hazily the steel prow of a war machine was forming itself on the metal disk. Caterpillar treads moved like ghostly shadows beneath. It was the vanguard of the bar-deck hordes. Can't do it that way. Tom had gotten to his feet and was tumbling toward the force area. Only one way, during the change of the oscillation periods. Must mingle other atoms with those before they stabilize in our plane. Must localize annihilating force. Must. What was the fool doing? He'd been in the force area in another moment. Bert thrust forward to intercept him, saw that Joan had regained consciousness and was sitting erect, swaying weakly. Her eyes widened with horror as they took in the scene, and she screamed once despairingly and was on her feet, tottering. Back, Tom Parker yelled, wheeling, save yourselves. Bert lunged toward him but was too late. Tom had already burst into the force area and cast himself upon the semi-transparent tank of the Spider-Man. A blast of searing heat radiated from the disk and the motors of Tom's machine groaned as they slowed down under tremendous overload. Joan cried out in awful despair and moved to follow, but her knees gave way beneath her. Moaning and shuddering, she slumped into Bert's arms and he drew her back from the awful heat of the force area. Then, horrified, they watched as Tom Parker melted into the misty shape of the bardic war machine. Swiftly his body merged with the half substance of the tank and became an integral part of the mass. For a horrible instant Tom, too, was transparent, a ghost-shaped writhing in a ghostly throbbing mechanism of another world. His own atomic structure mingled with that of the alien thing, and yet for a moment he retained his earthly form. His lean face was peaceful in death, satisfied, like the wonders when they had seen him last. A terrific thunderclap rent the air, and a column of flame roared up from the force area. Tom's apparatus glowed to instant white heat, then melded down into sizzling liquid metal and glass. The laboratory was in sudden twilight gloom, save for a tongue of fire that licked up from the force area to the panel ceiling. On the metal disk, now glowing redly, was no visible thing. The gateway was closed forever. What more fearful calamity might have been fallen had the machine been switched off instead. Burt was never to know. Nor did he know how he reached his parked fliver with Jonah limp sobbing bundle in his arms. He only knew that Tom Parker's sacrifice had saved them, had undoubtedly prevented a horrible invasion of earth, and that the efforts of the wander had not been in vain. The old house was burning furiously when he climbed in under the wheel of his car. He held John very close and watched that blazing funeral pyre in wordless sorrow as the bereaved girl dropped her head to a shoulder. A group of men came up the winding road, a straggling group, running, the loungers from the village. And the forefront was the beardless youth who had directed Burt. And, bringing up the rear, limping and scurrying was the old man they had called Gramp. He was puffing prodigiously when the others gathered around the car, demanding information. And the old fellow with the thick spectacles talked them all down. What did I tell you? he screeched. Didn't I say there was queer doons up here? Didn't I say the devil was here with his imps, and in the thunder. Here a parcel is just, like I said. The roar of Burt's starting motor drowned out the rest, but the old fellow was still gestulating and dancing about when they clattered off down the winding road to Lenville. An hour later John had fallen asleep, exhausted. Night had fallen, and as mile after mile of smooth concrete unrolled beneath the flivers' wheels, Burt gave himself over to thoughts he had not dared to entertain in nearly two years. They'd be happy, he and Joan, and there'd be no further argument. As she still objected to living on the fruit farm, that could be easily managed. They'd live in Indianapolis, and he'd buy a new car, a good one, to run back and forth. If, when her grief for Tom had lessened, she wanted to go on with laboratory work and such, well, that was easy too. Only there would be no fooling around with this dimensional stuff. She had enough of that, he knew. He drew her close with his free arm, and his thoughts shifted, moved far out in infradimensional space to dwell upon the man of the past who had called himself Wanderer of Infinity. He who would go on and on until the end of time, until the end of all things, watching over the many worlds and planes, warning peoples of human-like mould and emotions wherever they might dwell, helping them, atoning throughout infinity, suffering, and of Section 18, and of Four Science Fiction novellas by Harald Vincent.


Okay, very good morning to you. It is Thursday the 16th of December and going to recap briefly what happened last night for the FMC and why Equities rallied and the dollar is still on the back foot this morning having weakened substantially Irrespective of the hawkish policy change from the Federal Reserve, so we'll dig into that Then we're going to talk about a preview for the Bank of England We've also got the ECB and the Turkish Central Bank decision We got an update on the Build Back Better stimulus timeline in the US And of course we'll also update on the UK Omicron situation following the Prime Minister's conference with Chris Whitty yesterday but first off let's have a look at the charts and Yeah, back to all-time highs for US equities and just for an example I'm going to bring up the S&P 500 chart here And this is the FMC inspired move that we saw yesterday Right here, and you can see then we've completely reversed all of the losses that was seen at the beginning of the week Namely on the back of the increasing global Omicron fears as that variant continues to spread But you can see completely reversed and we're back now to on the daily chart here We've briefly touched on the previous record high seen on the 22nd of November Just finding some resistance here this morning as Europe come in pick up the baton from the higher closer Wall Street The S&P finished up 1.6 percent to Dow 1.1 the Nasdaq up 2.2 percent And so we've just touched on that 47 40 and a half mark again this morning. So very bullish Outcome for US equities in step with that oil also moved higher Gold was up as well and the major currency pairs here top left also rallied on the back of Weakness in the dollar despite an initial blip higher Confirmation on some of the hawkish changes in policy the dollar has declined thereafter and I'll explain why in a second But you can see here cable has broken out above this morning quite a key level of technical resistance That's held since last week on multiple occasions. We've just ran up higher to around 132 93 at the moment ahead Of course, what is another knife edge Bank of England rate decision will get at midday the battle and trade-off between Height and inflation against the deterioration in the Omicron situation as to determine their course of action today But you can see here sterling seeing bit of a breakout and again the pound accelerating Really yesterday through What was a couple of things we had the Bank of England come out? Well the latest data I should say came out for CPI and that was what we had Yesterday morning. So this was this move and peak in price here Then had a bit of reversal on that on the Omicron Situation developing the UK going from about to worse quite quickly But then the Fed came out with their announcement and the dollar weakened And so it sprung back up and now we've just broken back above higher again this morning So quite a seesaw rollercoaster for for cable But look, let's get straight to the headlines and first off Just gonna very quickly recap what the Fed said last night and I did do a specific video on this Yesterday evening, so I'm just gonna do a top-level overview now if you want to check out in more detail check out that video on the YouTube channel But in terms of the overall takeaway the Fed did pretty much as we were expecting So they increased the speed of tapering they doubled that from 15 to 30 billion That's as very much expected the projections published alongside the statement showed officials expect three Quarter-point increases in the benchmark federal funds rate would be appropriate next year and then they flagged concerns about The new Omicron strain they said specifically risks to the economic outlook remain Including from the new variants of the virus and one of the things here that I thought was quite interesting was this is the table of the summary of economic projections And when I was looking at this last night even though the word transitory has now been eliminated from the Fed's kind of comms The one thing is is that this table basically is still showing a belief that inflation is indeed transitory It's almost like the word's been dropped But the idea from Fed officials still remains and actually Fed's power said in the Q&A that bottlenecks Will alleviate over the course of next year Inflation will come down significantly towards the back end of next year And if the economy turns out not to be a strong will adapt policy accordingly and so actually here looking at core PC PC inflation you can see they've had to Ratch that up a few notches for the end of this year from what they previously thought back in September However, they do see it dropping quite substantially then by this time next year And so I think overall a fairly balanced Takeaway it wasn't too far from what markets are expecting some definite hawkish changes to policy overall Accelerating tapering and raising inflation forecasts seeing continual progress in the labor market However, it's a fairly well telegraphed managed situation from from the US central bank and and the markets liking it as we've just seen on the charts We did see the new dot plots as I mentioned Again, you can grab these graphics from my Twitter account. I did we share them this morning This just looking at the rate trajectory over each subsequent year there after this And there has been a slight tweak but again as very much markets were anticipating So let's turn our attention then to the Bank of England because following yesterday's November CPI print which came in at 5.1 percent a decade high much higher than expected that has seen Market pricing move expectations for a hike today from the Bank of England to around 66% probability if we go back to Monday prior to that inflation print it was tracking on a honor even 5050 so the market is now leaning on the probability that the Bank of England will hike rates And the pound certainly is moving higher this morning But as well in by product of the weakening dollar following what I've just described from the Fed So you're a dollar is also higher at the moment on the back of that greenback Weakness now for me. I don't think the Bank of England gonna hike and the obvious and main reason why of course is Omicron and Gonna talk about Omicron. Well, let's wrap in Omicron and what's going on there at the moment Because inflation aside, this is what's been going on in the UK as we saw yesterday the UK reported 78,000 610 coronavirus cases the most since the beginning of the pandemic Underlining then this fear of how highly transmissible this new variant is Covid hospitalizations are up now 10% nationally week-on-week and up by almost a third in London Where if you look at the actual national breakdown of cases, it is definitely the most apparent that it's accelerating in London the most Now, this is one of the things that I was talking about one two weeks ago, which was even though let's say Symptoms in some fashion can be more mild the understanding here is simply a numbers game whereby if more people get infected even though the proportionate ratio of people who then have more severe symptoms is lower given the more mild Symptoms of this particular Omicron variant if the number is great enough or then proportionately even if it's a small percent Hospitalizations are going to go up. And of course, this is a very challenging time of year anyway season Lee just given the weather and so forth. So Yeah, there was a somewhat sense of inevitability about this But it's certainly starting to come to fruition UK officials said they confirmed the number of positive test results as well as a significant underestimate of the spread in the country Going back to the beginning of the week. You remember said G Javid the health secretary said that he thought there were 200,000 infections each day and the latest estimate now is that you remember when they gave the press conference Because last week on Thursday, they were saying that Omicron is basically doubling every two to three days It's now seen at more like one point nine days So it's definitely gonna get worse before it gets better in that sense So just flicking back to the Bank of England then for me. This really does then Cement in my head that yes inflation is worryingly high and Yes as a marker of Statistics, it's a decade high However, I think that just like what the Fed have done yesterday with their projections I think the Bank of England will hold the same view. They're not going to be stubborn enough to think that They're gonna get this absolutely nailed on But if you think about the projections and how the Bank of England sets policy They look at policy on a two-year horizon Now will a rate hike now in December by 15 basis points or one in February by 15 basis points Make a difference on that rate trajectory in the economy over a two-year horizon I find that a hard case to kind of spin to be honest and you know You start to layer in committee members like Michael Saunders who is one of the outlying Hawks Who of course voted for a rate hike in that 7-2 split? We saw previously and has done for a while He suggested in the past that new facts surrounding the virus may require a pause for additional thought and You know since he spoke this was Prior to really on the crime outbreak happening and so yeah I think for these reasons I sighed much more with the economists who are on the side of they stand pat for now And if things remain the same they look to hike in February and that would be against market expectations Which are for a rate hike to be executed today now in terms of market impact obviously just looking at the positioning of sterling at the moment The market is pricing in whether by dollar Weakness on the Fed or by Bank of England pre positioning cable is tracking quite high in the relative range of what we've been trading in the last week So failure to execute the hike could well see quite a large snapback down lower in the price of cable So do be aware of that when it comes out later on today, but obviously commentary that follows will be key Not only do you get the announcement you get the statement you get the vote split you get the minutes So quite a lot Intel coming out later from the Bank of England All right moving on Let's talk about the ECB because they're also happening So you get the Bank of England at 12 12 40 12 you get the ECB at 12 45 So within that our slot 12 and 1 is when the main kind of action might occur Analysts are ing the Dutch bank They expect the ECB to stick to the transitory narrative when it comes to inflation with staff projections that may see only small changes They should delay this got any discussion on tightening to a much later stage With the focus set to be on the fate of the asset purchase program again to be clear with the the ECB I think they're not at the same place as where the Bank of England and the Fed are at this point in time I think any talk of tightening is a little bit premature This is more about the tactical or strategic way which they're managing then the end of tapering So they're kind of a much earlier cycle of ending these pandemic induced kind of policies that were put into play Economists and here's a look at the the current pep and asset purchase program Economists surveyed by Bloomberg expect the pep purchases to drop to 50 billion euros a month in February from around 68 billion euros in October November Bombing under the regular asset purchase program, which would be the yellow one Will double to 40 billion euros a month starting in April before gradually slowing with all asset purchases Then ending in the final quarter of 2023 So if you've been following these briefings, there's nothing really new here to talk about what the economist expects is that transitional effect Decreasing slowly then before turning the tap off on pep at the same time Increasing temporarily the asset purchase program to just smooth out any kinks on the market being concerned about a too rapid a pace of withdrawal of stimulus Before I talk about the next stories just a reminder we've got our final Simulation happening our finance accelerator later on today. I think it's four to six p.m. London time So if you are a student if you've not done this before then just jump on amplify me comm and you can register for that That's happening later on today. It's absolutely free simulation takes about two hours But it gives you a real hands-on practical experience for you to apply perhaps some knowledge that you have already Or to just come from ground up and scratch and see what it's like to be a sales trader a market maker or an asset manager In a in a real-world scenario, so check that out on that find me comm final one of the years happening today And we've already trained well over 15,000 students over the last three months Moving on then back to central banks. It really is a busy one and there's two more. I've got to go Turkey and Australia and for Turkey they've got their interest rate decision and It comes in the context of the lira still under pressure another record low was hit yesterday as traders are kind of bracing themselves for further easing and The currency has fallen past a psychologically important 15 per dollar mark for the very first time The bank is expected to reduce the one week repo rate by a hundred basis points to 14% Well below inflation, which is currently tracking at over 21% as far as November data is concerned And that was the fastest pace of inflation in Turkey in three years Yeah, the announcement comes President Erdogan has replaced two deputy finance ministers so just the latest in a long string of casualties to just kind of inaction his will which is this somewhat controversial and and different view on monetary policy and At this point in time, it looks like he's going to get his way So if that is the case then the Turkish lira could be highly susceptible to some more weakness going further forward in the rest of Session the other thing then was Australia. They didn't have an interest rate decision but this is the governor Philip Lowe and He said the bank may end its asset purchase program as early as February of 2022 But Lowe suggested he was in no hurry to raise interest rates and any move to hold asset purchases would not affect the timing of That decision. So again, it's kind of like what the Fed were doing previously is you're trying to disassociate any singular decision to be overall policy and showing that there's a sequence of events I stopping tapering Re-evaluating before then going with the rate hiking cycle, which is normally the traditional pattern. We've seen in history Overnight as well. The Aussie is a little bit firmer and worth noting Australian unemployment rate for November after they were somewhat Ravaged by their own coronavirus situation and lockdowns The November unemployment rate came out overnight at 4.6 percent That was considerably lower than 5 percent and quite a sharp drop from the prior months 5.2 percent So the Aussie dollar as I speak is actually at session highs at the moment Of course again comes in the context of that weaker dollar post FOMC And then the final thing I wanted to comment on is just an update on US stimulus as you would imagine Politicians are just digging their heels at this point in time Doesn't look like anything's going to get done this side of Christmas talks between Senator Manchin and President Biden are now not going well On bill that better according to sources This is after reports on Monday that everything was looking more positive Kind of reverted back to type US Senate Majority Leader Schumer is likely to push back a vote now on the bill that better plan Until next year according to different sources as well in the overnight session All right And that is it so gonna leave it there wish you guys a good day any questions at all feel free to drop me a comment I'll probably be tweeting out a few updates around the van coming in the ECB later So there's my hand or if you want to stay informed Don't forget to check out Amphi me.com whether for the simulation or for the daily newsletter We put out which you can find at the bottom of the website. All right. Take care guys. Have a good one


I am a longtime Vim user and I have made many videos on this channel over the course of the last three years about Vim and why it's a superior experience to every other text editor on the planet. And for the most part I'll stand by that. I think that Vim movements are probably the best way to move around text period. I don't think that there's a better way out there. It's just I think that's fact. And while I know that there are people who disagree with me, those people are obviously wrong. Vim movements are awesome and they should be in every single application ever. Anything that has to do with text or moving the screen up and down whatever should have them movements. But recently I've been doing something weird.   I'm not going to ever get paid for development work. And I think that that's kind of the threshold you need in order to actually be considered a developer. But I have been learning Python for a few months now and I've been getting back into HTML and CSS. I've been learning some Java script for some projects that I've been working on for my personal projects and stuff. So I've been using or I've been coding quite a bit lately I should say and I've been using Vim somewhat to do that. The more that I use Vim to code the less I like it. Now I know what you're thinking Matt you're a Vim fanboy how can you possibly say that Vim which is primarily a coding tool is not great for coding. Well first off I'm not going to say that it's not great for coding. I'm sure that people who are more experienced with the tools that enable them to be good at coding are probably much more adept at using them to doing that purpose. For me I'm a noob at all things but specifically in this I'm very much a noob and the tools that I've discovered to make them good at coding and development work and stuff like that don't feel very good to me. Now it doesn't mean that they're not good it just means that they don't really I haven't been able to adapt to the workflow that those tools are requiring of me. I've tried many different tools so it's not just one or two. I've tried many different code completion things. I've tried different plugins that allow for language management and stuff like that. Obviously you can tell from the lack of correct terminology there that I'm still very much a noob. So you know I've done obviously quite a bit of research. I've tried to find the best tools and the best plug in the stuff to enable them to be a good tool for my development work and it just hasn't kind of gotten there yet. Now I had thought that I could get past this problem by abandoning my configuration file of NeoVim and adapting somebody else's to my workflow. So for example I use NV Chad for quite a while and that is a very well configured and them config that is meant to kind of transform it into an IDE and it's a very good one. It has all the features that you want and probably more features that you don't even know that you need and more that you probably don't need. It has a ton of features, a ton of plugins already baked in and the key bindings and all that stuff are sane and it works really well and it looks nice and it feels nice and all this stuff. But I couldn't get into it all that much. Part of it is that I don't know a lot of Lua and that is a Lua config. Now I've been learning some Lua as I've been trying to dabbling in making NeoVim and Vim better or in this case NeoVim I should say. I have been learning some Vim or some Lua but I'm still not there yet. I don't really care for that language so I have a mental block there. So NV Chad, I used it for a while and I just customized it as much as I could on my own and it was okay but it still didn't feel right. So I tried Lunar Vim which is another IDE configuration file for NeoVim. It's kind of its own fork at this point but it's still kind of the same thing like it's built up to be a IDE for many different languages to enable people to use it use NeoVim for coding and it too just did not feel right for my level of expertise which is not a very high level at all.  There was too many features too many plugins so whereas my own configuration file felt very incomplete and kind of patched together very patchwork and it felt like it was missing things and things didn't really go together and I had no clue how to piece things together like I was supposed to in order to get them to work the way it was supposed to in order to actually make it work well as an IDE and on the NVM or NV Chad and the Lunar Vim side it just felt like there had there's way too much stuff that it and this is going to be a very bad comparison it felt like Emacs to me Emacs had has a lot of features that I don't ever need and therefore it feels like I am overwhelmed with all those features right it's not something that I feel comfortable with and that's kind of what NV Chad and Lunar Vim felt like to me so I've been struggling with this now for probably three or four months basically I've been going back and forth between different configuration files other peoples and my own I've been basically using my own recently mostly because I've basically abandoned the idea of creating my own NVM config for an IDE experience I've just been using it as is with a few of my previously used plugins so I've been struggling with this for a while and what I realized is is that unfortunately as much as I like them them is not going to be the the tool that I need to use if I'm going to continue to code as much as I have been recently and that sat in me quite a bit because like I said I am a Vim fanboy I have been for at least six years now I've been talking about them constantly on this channel I know them in and out I I know a lot of them script you know I've put a lot of effort into my configuration file both adding and tracking things trying to get to feel right and as much effort as I've put into it because I love them and I want to stay with it I just can't get it there yet maybe someday I can when I have more experience with what I'm doing when I understand the tools that go into actually being useful for this type of thing maybe then I'll be able to come back to them but right now I can't so I am leaving them that's basically the whole point of this video I am not I'm not going to be using them for coding or writing going forward now it doesn't mean I'm not I'm going to go go uninstall NeoVim and never use it again if I need to do a quick edit in a configuration file NeoVim makes more sense than opening up a graphical text editor it just does but if I'm going to sit down for some coding when I'm going through some of my classes when it comes to actually you know learning how to do python or html or css or any of the things that I'm learning at the moment I'm going to be opening up a graphical text editor or an id in this case and the one that I've chosen is one that I've made a video about before and that is Kate now I've chosen Kate for two reasons one it's really good and it has all the features that I need it has the LSP client integration stuff that I need and stuff like that even though I'm still very much learning what all that stuff is and how to use it it has all of the necessary tools that I need in order to learn without feeling completely overwhelming now it is a kd project so it has a ton of options but I've been able to ignore those so it's not horrible in that regard also it works really really well so it handles large files so I can also use this for my writing which is good and the second reason that I chose it was because it's open source so I know a lot of people who are developers choose to use a tool called VS Code it's from Microsoft it is proprietary now there is a forker that I believe or something like that called VS Codeium I'm not exactly sure the relationship between VS Codeium and VS Code I've downloaded it I tried it I didn't really care for it all that much it just felt to proprietary even though VS Codeium is open source I I know that's weird some for something to feel proprietary but it still did so I I decided not to use that and decided to use Kate it works well for my workflow even though it doesn't seem to let me set a theme and let it stay there for whatever reason I'm not sure why that's happening but the point is is that I've chosen Kate it works really well for all the things that I've been doing I've been doing a lot of ascripting I've been doing Python HTML and all that stuff and it just works fantastic and it fits the workflow for my current experience level now whether it will continue to do so as I get better at coding I don't know it's possible that as I learn more I'll outgrow this tool that's possible in which case I'll go find something different maybe then VS Code will make more sense to me I don't know or VS Codeium whatever happens to be I'll make that decision in the future as of right now this has this has been perfect for my workflow both for writing and for coding and it's good now I have not been showing very many of my scripts that I've been writing in my classes on the channel I've been doing that for a reason because guys seriously my beginning Python is atrocious I don't want to show it to anybody it's embarrassing it's really really bad so I don't show that that what you guys just saw on screen was a bash script and even that is not very good so I'm still very much a noob which is kind of the whole point of all this stuff I'm still kind of learning what the good the best tool is for me and my you know use case and all that stuff so as of right now Kate is where I'm focusing my energy I'm learning it pretty good and it's just kind of worked fairly well for me when it comes to what I need to do so I'm leaving them behind now it's a kind of a sad day for me because I really liked them I will proselytize them if that's the right word I don't even know it's been a very long day and Vim is just a fantastic tool and I still oh here's another reason why I chose Kate I forgot it also has VimMotions so it has VimMotions built in and while I know that you can get a plugin to get VimMotions and Vim stuff inside of VS Code it's built right into Kate and that's fantastic I think that that is a necessity like I said at the beginning so that's another reason so I just remembered that I wanted to throw that in there the point is is that I'm leaving them and yeah it's a sad day but I think that this is probably the best choice for me in the future now I know that there is a certain segment of my audience that are going to ask me why not Emacs? Emacs has the same problem for me that NVChat and LunarVim have they have it has a ton of features and they're all in your face immediately upon actually using it for the first time and you have to almost immediately know how to configure it if you want to change it even just a little bit so if for example with Emacs and with Vim if you want to change a keybinding you have to know how to do that inside of the configuration file if I want to know how to do that in Kate it's simple it's going to a drop down menu and going to the options to do so that's it's really that simple and while I went through the pain of learning how to change key bindings and stuff inside of them I went through that journey of learning them I don't want to do that with Emacs I really have no interest in learning less I'm already learning like four other languages all at the same time although I have more experience with html and css so it's not it's more relearning in that aspect but that's beside the point I just don't have any interest in learning another language at the moment and I've tried Emacs in the past and every time I do I just come out feeling overwhelmed and disinterested I should say so that is the reason why I've not chosen Emacs Kate is the one that I've chosen for now we'll see where this journey kind of takes me and hopefully I'll get good enough of coding that I won't be so embarrassed by it and I'll be able to share some of that stuff with you guys in the future we'll see as is right now I can do some things I'm beyond hello world which is I think an accomplishment for me but it's still very early days even though it's been months so that's in the future that's it for this video if you have any thoughts on this you can leave those in the comment section below I'd love to hear from you if you could be so kind as to leave a thumbs up on this video I'd really appreciate it really does help the channel you can follow me on masses on our odyssey those links will be in the video description you can support me on patreon at patreon.com slash linuxcast if you're interested in supporting the channel through the merchandise store we now have a store you can find that at shop.thelinuxcast.org there you'll find t-shirts and mugs and hats and all that stuff it's a great way to support the channel and get something actually in return so thanks everybody who does who has done that and will do that in the future I really do appreciate it as well thanks to everybody who does support me on patreon and youtube because they're all absolutely amazing without you the channel just would not be anywhere near where it is right now so thank you so very very much for your support thanks again so so much thanks everybody for watching i'll see you next time also still can't say the word everybody when i'm losing my voice for some reason anyways again thanks for watching we'll see you next time