by Gabriel Kron
The case to the generator was indeed like a large sewing machine box which unclipped at the bottom and lifted off. I took pictures of everything and several shots of the brass plate. I then carefully unclipped the case and lifted it off. The case was heavier than I anticipated because it had been lined with sheet copper.
The base of the case was also copper lined. The machine itself looked new, the green engineering paint unblemished. Overall, it was about two foot long. At one end was a large twelve inch flywheel; two large metal arms extended across the width of it on either side. They then extended back along the body of the machine which looked like a large electric motor wrapped with an extra wire coil around the body. At the other end of the device looked to be at least four sets of brushes.
I took hundreds of photos in about fifteen minutes. The batteries in the camera had to be changed twice. I also shot two short videos of the device, although more light was needed. I was expecting Johann or Sophia to return any minute, ending this remarkable event, I hoped that Johann had fallen back to sleep.
I replaced the casing — it was surprising how quiet it was and for a generator how slowly it ran. I counted the revolutions, like measuring a heartbeat and estimated it to be about two hundred revolutions per minute or about three per second.
“Is it everything you expected Daniel?” Sophia said as she returned with a mug of what smelled like good strong coffee. “We’re going to be closing in a minute.”
“Thank you.” I took the coffee and we stood looking at the machine. “Yes it is. It’s exactly as I expected, not how it’s made, but what it is doing. Will it be okay to come back tomorrow, so I can take measurements?” I looked at Sophia properly for the first time as she stood looking at the machine. In my excitement about the Lockridge I'd not noticed until now how attractive she was. From the shop above Johann Locke called to her to hurry up.
“Yes, tomorrow will be fine. I’m sorry, we must go now. We have somewhere to be.”
Sophia went and did something to the machine I couldn't see, and shut the door on the crate. The generator immediately started to slow down. She then led the way out of the basement as the generator slowed even further and the lights finally dimmed.
“Can I ask what you just did?” I said following her up the stairs.
“Tomorrow Daniel, tomorrow. I must take my Grandfather to the hospital now,” Sophia said as she closed and locked the basement door.
As I got back into my car, I watched Sophia walk back up the yard to the farm-house. I sat and scanned through the photos I had taken on the digital camera. My hands were shaking with excitement. This was such a significant find.
Sophia sounded the horn of the Audi A4 she was driving and stopped next to my car. Johann Locke was in the passenger seat. She wound down her window.
“Daniel, Johann would like to know how Jack is?” Sophia asked.
“He’s okay,” I felt it might be better to be diplomatic, “He doesn’t like where he is, but he’s coping.”
“Thank you.” She started to wind her window back up.
“Sophia?” Surprising myself with what I was about to ask.
“Yes.”
“Sophia. Please can I take you to dinner later tonight?”
Had I really just asked her out? She was pretty and my heart was pounding with nerves, which surprised me as much as asking her out on the spur of the moment had.
Sophia said something quickly to her grandfather and let out a slight giggle. “Yes, okay, that would be nice. Pick me up here at eight thirty, yes,” she said as the A4 pulled away.
I took a few more photos of the front of the shop, and decided to head straight back to the hotel to back up all the data and make vital notes before I forgot anything.
God I really liked her smile.
Wartburg Hotel, Sunday Afternoon Day 3.
“Herr Bateman, you are looking pleased with yourself.” Dominik said as I walked through the hotel lobby.
“I am indeed,” I replied and then leant closer to him over the lobby desk and whispered, “I’ve only gone and found it. The Lockridge device, it’s real. The bloody thing is real!”
Dominik knew what I was talking about as the subject of free energy was virtually all I had spoken about on every visit. “And, it came with a beautiful woman. Maria will approve,” I added as I strode across the lobby towards the lifts.
Back in my room, I downloaded all the photos and videos to my laptop and then copied them onto my backup flash drive. As the files were copying I dug out my little Moleskin notebook, in the back of which I kept my small list of telephone numbers of those involved with the OTG.
I dialled Clive's home number and was told by Brenda that despite being a Sunday, he was actually giving a lecture and would probably be found in his office. I dialled his office and listened to it ring.
brrrr, brrrr,
brrrr, brrrr,
brrrr, brrrr,
On each ring that Clive didn't answer I could feel the excitement building, not quite a shudder, but certainly physical.
brrrr, brrrr,
brrrr, brrrr,
“Come on Clive.”
brrrr, brrrr,
brrrr, brrrr,
It had been a long time since I had felt this excited. This was what it was to feel like a child again.
brrrr, click.
I pressed redial and again waited for an answer.
“Oh come on! Where are you?” I said looking at the handset after it cut off again.
I admired Clive for refusing to carry a mobile phone, but today would have been an ideal time to catch up with the rest of the world. Or at least have an answer phone service.
I dialled again...
Imperial College, London. Sunday Afternoon. Day 3.
Clive Sinclair looked around the raised seating in the Pippard Lecture theatre. He was surprised to see only a few students asleep, but pleased that the theatre was nearly full considering this was an unofficial induction lecture for the new intake. Most of his audience were scribbling down notes, checking the wall of blackboards behind where Clive stood.
He had just finished delivering his informal opening lecture on their EEE undergraduate degree course. Electrical and Electronic Engineering was a heavy-weight degree course, dependent on high level mathematics. Clive liked to make sure the students knew where the formulae, rules and laws came from and how they related to circuit design principles. So this informal opening lecture was about the history of the principles, laws and rules of electrical and electronic engineering.
“...I will leave you with a quote from Sir Isaac Newton: ‘To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me.’
“You are at the beginning of an incredible journey, one that will take a lifetime... Okay people, please leave quietly so as to not wake the sleepers.” A few of the students laughed as they began filing out.
Once all the students had left, Clive made his way back to his office in the main Imperial College building on Exhibition Road. As he approached his office door he could hear the phone ringing. Dumping the lecture notes on a chair Clive hurried to answer the phone, just getting to it in time.
“Sinclair.” Clive sounded out of breath.
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“Are you all right?” I said when Clive finally answered the phone. He sounded as though he had been running, yet I knew his office was not much more than six by eight, stacked with shelves full of books and various engineering items of interest, a filing cabinet and only just enough floor space for two chairs and a desk.
“Yes yes, I’m fine — just got back from the new intakes lecture. How’s it going over there?”
“Clive, you won’t believe it, but I’ve actually found it.”
There was a long pause then, “Are you serious, you’ve actually found one?” I could hear that Clive didn’t believe me.
“Clive, I’m deadly serious. Found it this afternoon, managed to get some photos and some video
of it running. Looks real to me, but I’m going back tomorrow to take some proper measurements.”
I gave Clive a quick run-down of what I had been shown by Johann Locke and his granddaughter Sophia.
I had to re-assure Clive several times that I wasn’t just joking.
“Have you spoken to the others yet?” Clive asked.
“No not yet. Can you come over, could do with your brains on this? I know it’s short notice but I thought you’d want to see this.”
Clive thought for a few seconds. “Daniel, yes I will try and get to you. I hope I’m wrong, but maybe I’ll see something you might have missed. I will need to ask the faculty here for such short notice leave, but I’m sure they’ll agree. Do you know if it’s for sale?”
“I haven’t even asked. Clive, I need a secure place to download my files to, I’ve got them backed up here, but I’d feel better if they were somewhere else as well. Somewhere secure.”
I could hear Clive tapping away at his keyboard, and then he answered, “Upload them to our server here at the College.” Clive offered, “There’s a flight out to you tomorrow morning, BAO918, arrives at ten twenty. Can you meet me there?”
We agreed that I would meet Clive at the airport in the morning and then take him to the Locke place. I just hoped Johann and Sophia wouldn’t mind.
Clive gave me the secure address, login name and password, to perform an upload of the files to his department’s file server.
Once everything was uploaded, I felt I could relax and get ready for my date with Sophia. Was it a date? I felt nervously excited as though it were going to be a date. I just hoped I didn’t make a fool of myself.
Stuttgart. Sunday Evening. Day 3.
I picked Sophia up at 8:30pm as agreed and drove back to the hotel where we left the car and took a taxi to the Wielandshöhe restaurant.
“The Wielandshöhe? I’m impressed,” Sophia said. “I’m pleased I put a dress on.”
I was pleased she had put that dress on, she looked fantastic and I knew that I was probably smiling a little too hard. This made me laugh.
“What’s funny Daniel?”
“Nothing... Me, I’m laughing at myself, at how lucky I am. For over five years I’ve been coming to Germany searching for this type of technology, and not once have I had dinner with anyone other than my good friends Dominik and Maria at the Wartburg and ended up buying old radio sets. Now, not only am I having dinner with a stunning young lady, but this stunning young lady holds the key to the holy grail of Free Energy.”
The taxi pulled up directly outside the Wielandshöhe, where a doorman opened the door and welcomed us in. Inside, the Maître d' asked us for our reservation, so I leant in close and whispered in his ear.
“Of course Herr Bateman, please this way,” the Maître d' said and led the way through the dining room to a nice secluded table for two in the corner.
After we were seated, Sophia asked, “What did you say to the Maître d'?”
“What I was told to say by my friend, Dominik. He’s the manager at the Wartburg and is good friends with Stefan the maître d' here, so, sorry it’s not my status that’s got us in here, just a good friend trying to do me a favour. Not so impressive, huh?”
“I’m still impressed,” she said.
Not as much as I am, I thought.
We scanned through the menu and both ordered the wild rabbit risotto dish followed by the angler fish for her and what I hoped was beef for myself.
Sophia started telling me about her grandfather, and the stories he told of growing up through and after the Second World War.
“... When Uncle Kaspar was still alive, they would sit for hours reminiscing about what they did as boys. I used to sit on the floor in front of the fire whilst they told the same stories over and over.”
“Did they ever talk about Jack or the machine he gave your Uncle Kaspar?”
“Oh yes, they often did. Jack married Aunt Vanessa, much to her brother’s dismay apparently. Then one day Jack delivered a crate with the machine in it that would provide light for the shop Uncle Kaspar had started to help people rebuild their lives. Nearly all of our power stations had been destroyed during the war and there were large areas that did not get reconnected until many years later. Jack made them promise never to reveal the device to anyone. He said he would be in a lot of trouble.”
Sophia continued explaining that Uncle Kaspar had been obsessed with the machine. He had qualified as an Electrical Engineer before the war and the mere existence of a generator that ran itself was so abhorrent to what he had been taught that he spent hour after hour studying the device.
Our food arrived, and we continued to talk as we ate. Sophia was easy to talk to. She described how growing up on the Locke farm had been a real pleasure, especially since she fell in love with horses at a very young age.
“Okay Daniel. It’s your turn now. Tell me more about yourself, please.”
I didn’t like talking about myself normally, but I felt more comfortable with Sophia than I had with anyone for a long time and soon found myself opening up.
I had grown up in South East London in sight of the Greenwich Observatory which was the reason I loved astronomy. It was also why I ended up doing an apprenticeship in Electrical and Electronic Engineering with the Royal Navy. On completion of my apprenticeship I followed the money and started working with computer networks for large city banks. Work was work though and boring. It was being involved with the Free Energy community and the OTG group that was my passion.
“We’re given rules to design everything we use around us and those rules say that we cannot get more energy out than is put in. The laws of thermodynamics just do not allow it. There are many devices that have apparently been invented over the decades that violate these laws and your device is one of them,” I steered the discussion back onto the device.
“When you say that your Uncle Kaspar studied it, did he figure out how it worked?” I asked as I finished the Rib-eye.
“To be honest, I don’t really know. Uncle Kaspar died when I was a teenager. But he did make a lot of notes,” Sophia said as she reached for her bag and withdrew a cloth covered bundle.
I sat forward eager to see what she was going to show me.
She untied a string binding and unwrapped the small bundle. Inside was a selection of leather bound notebooks, quite dog-eared with a few loose pages.
“Are these his notes?” I asked excitedly. “Can I see?”
Sophia passed the first one to me and I started to flick through the pages. There were quite a few sketches of parts of the machine, but all the writing was in German and not easy to read in the first place.
“Uncle Johann said you can borrow them tonight so you may copy them perhaps, but please bring them back tomorrow.”
I promised I would look after them and would return them as requested. Photographing every page would be the easiest way of copying them. I would set up a make-shift tripod and make sure I had a good supply of batteries.
We finished the meal off with some strong coffee and continued to talk more about our families. Sophia had been married but was now divorced. She didn’t have any children and had resigned herself to running the farm and shop whilst looking after her Grandfather.
I explained I had never been married, had found it hard to settle into any long-term relationships and had instead thrown myself into my work and hobbies.
We were still talking in the taxi all the way back to the Hotel. I offered to drive her back to the farm, but she insisted that the taxi would take her.
“Anyway, you have a lot of copying to do,” she said as I climbed out of the taxi.
“I do. Thank you.”
The bundle of note-books was tightly in my grasp and I couldn’t wait to start studying them. But I was also reluctant to let Sophia go.
“Thank you for having dinner with me,” I said as the door shut.
Sophia wound down the window. “Come here,” she said.
I
leant down to the window and Sophia kissed me gently on the lips. “Thank you,” she said. We kissed again, this time a longer more lingering kiss. Sophia tasted good.
“Guten Nacht, Daniel,” Sophia said and the taxi pulled away.
What a day!
Wartburg Hotel. Sunday night Day 3.
Back in my room, I set-up a makeshift tripod using two chairs to hold the camera so I could photograph each page. There were three notebooks of varying sizes. I knew that to get this done, I needed to plough on through all three books without getting distracted by what was in them. That wasn’t going to be easy, the temptation to study the schematics and drawings was strong.
I used a new 2 GB SD memory card and installed fresh batteries in the camera. It took over two hours to copy every page and back up the card onto my laptop.
Should I just keep this information secret for now, or get it out there as soon as possible? Logging onto the OTG group, I created a group folder and after careful consideration uploaded two photos and a short video of the device with no commentary or description. I decided to compromise by not telling anyone about the notebooks yet.
There were two schools of thought here: get it out there so no-one could do anything to suppress the knowledge or don’t tell anyone (although I’d already failed at that) until we knew everything we could about it, then disclose it to the public.
It was possible that an individual or a corporation had filed patents on the device already and would hit back hard through the courts.
To:[email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: RE:-Lockridge, The hunt is on.
Good Evening Guys,
I have found the device! It is real and was exactly where it was said to be, although I clocked up well over 700 miles in two days getting here.
I have uploaded just a couple of photos and a short video for you guys to start analysing. More measurements tomorrow. Although I haven’t stuck a meter on it yet, this is definitely a SELF-RUNNER! There appears to be no other source of power.
