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Temporal Novice
those scientists who were able to sucessfully show light moving faster then normal.. if you were able to slow down that same beam of light would'nt that open up a space in front of the beam wherein time was receding?
This is certainly not a germaine question,as this was a false enviroment, with regards to super cesium C. in doped vacuo.

This persona as humans understand it,would only be applicable, if a method were devised, where such applications could be applied to a vehicle.

In natural situ at legth, however E=mc2, is not corospondant to the input factors, of acceleartion, in the truest academic sence, of C, being a projected lantz.

This projected incredgulity, only fosters your needed quest to add muddiness to the Einsytian equation, where at determinate lengths of line segments A towards b, there passage which foster normal adheance to this C scailer phenomina, can not detfract from this passage.

In other words as Jean Paul Sartea would have placed his Mon Du logics,"The stale maggots of your filthy indescretion of foul bevers holding pompuettes of forgotten flags of lost conquest, gives rise to a need to spit at banners of waivering inqusition"!

Or a Jean Luc Pontea, would have ascribed,"I hate you, I rape you I careess you as friend".

The conquest of super cesium C, is only that conquest where stale logic perscribes a fortea of a maclo degnic fart, in the wisdom cups of those who foster the wish, that all phallically oriented lith shaped starship, should be the crushed writhing penises, of the agoney of this scientific communitie's indecision.

As the Dominatrix, stands definatly atop her victem of his own indicision, cracking the braid of dogmatic revise, filthy froth streaming from he maddened cries put forth,"It is you, tis you, you foul man-bitch, that I crack this whip of my consternation"!

It is the super cesium C conquest of foul stale cigharette buts, where those who have vacelaited, in their conquest of dull bordems, do cry,"Hell is at the Excell Super Store, as the meat Deli lady, has nice legs, but won't, nor know how to use them"!

Editory note:It is with thanks to a contemporary expert of Sartea, that I push forth this filty crap of spoken retoric"

Super C in cesium vacuo, is only nothing more that a vacilaited super fast academic handjob, in the space of such.

Ego, C's in the is within the glass case, ah' but is it where normal cosmogly lies, or does this expierment have any certain value or logic?

Only the space men and woman could know?!