My name is Robert Lawrence Bowen. I nervously walked through it. Bill looked at me and Kate, then back at my dad. I was the last to arrive. Sheet after sheet of random notes and equations. I had never seen dad act like this before. At first, I couldn't find anything referencing him from within the past ten years. This picture of Benson must have been more recent. As the weeks and months went by, I tried to forget all that had happened. I felt a tremendous feeling of relief. They formed themselves into millions of arms each grabbing me. I scraped the ice off the windshield of my rental car and set off towards Albany. It was Bill. said Bill as he stepped outside. It was clear he hadn't had any professorships after that. I noticed on one table was an old notebook. "John, is there somewhere we can talk, privately?". I pulled the batteries out of the camera. As I grew closer, the light grew brighter. ", Dad said, "My wife is dead; she died in a car accident.". I shined my phone light down the stairs, revealing an old wooden staircase. It was the mid 80s and he was living in Albany, New York, pursuing his phD. When I kept it up, he eventually told me a brief account of what happened. Bill looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, John. I didn't tell anyone where I was going. The instant the light from the photo hit my eyes I felt a horrible feeling. And we're going to forget, okay? It said "We're being watched, I know it. But if you try to dredge things up that are meant to be forgotten, then you're not welcome in my house. To them, Bill Benson was a dead end. The memories flooded back to me. The residents were a couple in their early 30s. I knew dad was alive. Somewhere warm and safe. Dad took a deep breath and didn't speak for maybe a minute. He was the only one of us who made a clean break. I looked to the ground and saw his footprints in the snow. There was the picture of Bill's old apartment building. ", "Yes, exactly", said Bill, "Our lab was downstairs. A few weeks later, after I had gotten over the shock of that night, I did some research on Bill Benson. He calmed down in the next few pictures. I have a job, an apartment. I flicked another switch and saw another lab, very similar to the first, but a little bigger. Dad, who looked nearly the same as after all those years, and mom, who I only remember from pictures. I woke up in a field. I thanked her and left. I saved it too. Dad still lived in the same house that we lived in since I was maybe 10. After a bit of walking, I saw a fountain in the distance. He looked mad. On February 16th, I decided to find Benson myself. Philo Farnsworth’s last experiments aimed to create clean, safe, unlimited energy using the principles of the H-bomb. Looking around the table, I felt deja vu. But if you try to dredge things up that are meant to be forgotten, then you're not welcome in my house.". I was shivering. I was in the middle of a snowy wilderness. He looked older in this picture. ", "What happened with the Farnsworth experiments, what is it that everybody has been trying to hide from me for my entire life? The only thought in my head was to get the fuck out of here. A big problem. It was Bill. Just when the meal was drawing to a close, there was a knock on the front door. As the weeks and months went by, I tried to forget all that had happened. I was born in 2084. I looked at the papers. ", "You could talk to his old next door neighbors. Every time I stopped I felt like I was being watched. I flicked a light switch, causing the room to fill with light. Whenever I did think about it, I found myself filled with an equal mix of fear and curiosity. I nervously walked through it. ", "Yes, exactly," said Bill, "Our lab was downstairs. "You know how I've said I worked on the Farnsworth experiments when you both were really little. I began to run, cellphone outstretched. Name * First Name. His experiments from 1919-38 involved progressive transformations of the kind of space that is shaped by architecture, and of the kind of structure that helps do the shaping. How could I be here? Farnsworth-Munsell 100 HueColor Vision Test. Today, I'm back to living my life, the best that I can. Only one light. Then there was a three-month gap. I was just me, dad, and my older sister Kate. The next photos were of the first lab. He was the only one of us who made a clean break. After a quick look around I realized 100s were the basement. Bill, whatever thing was impersonating him was standing in the doorway. Share The Farnsworth Paradox on Facebook Share The Farnsworth Paradox on Twitter The Professor asks the rest of the crew to throw away the product of his latest experiment, a two-foot-cubic yellow box, by throwing it into the sun. I did. He seemed to be very shaken up, but he was pushing through it to the best of his ability. Then they stopped. Everything down there has been broken for a long time though.". Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. They combed the area.They scoured databases, but even with his name, face, thumbprint, and retina, they found nothing. Dad took a deep breath and started to speak, "Kate, Robert, I have some things I need to explain.". I made my way to the main office and walked in. This is called participant bias, or response bias, and it can have a huge impact on research findings. He lived in apartment 108, the people in 107 still live there. My family-owned business is as a concrete contractor, and we perform work for a variety of private and federal clients. There was the metal building. He has a gift and passion for the creation of Doomsday Devices and Atomic Supermen and is a danger to himself, his employees, as well as the Universe in general. In it was a ridiculously old looking cell phone, a photograph, and a few pieces of paper. Live like I live, live like nothing ever happened. His hair was neat. On February 16, I decided to find Benson myself. Experiments with Farnsworth's "Fusor" in the early-to-mid 1960s were impressive but inconclusive: despite tremendous "neutron counts" (the evidence of fusion), the Fusor never conclusively reached "break-even" -- the point at which there is more energy coming out of the device than goes in to start and sustain the reaction. I sat on the last untaken chair, the same chair Bill Benson had sat on. I found an old webpage for a university that listed a William C. Benson as a professor. They're always there in the corner of my eye. It was of another door. They were the oldest of the group. Night. I felt watched from every angle. 317.241.5600 x 301 sales@thefarnsworthgroup.com. 3 years ago. she replied. flag. I scraped the ice off the windshield of my rental car and set off towards Albany. But first, I would take some pictures of the journal. I was lying in the snow. Then one of Bill opening the door, obviously straining himself. Then, a more unnerving thought came to mind. Then one of Bill opening the door, obviously straining himself. I ran the photo of him through face recognition and found two matches. They formed themselves into millions of arms each grabbing me. I flicked a light switch, causing the room to fill with light. There were the lab notes. The following are pastas of scientific matter. Bill's cell phone, no reception. It was old and faded, but I could still make out what it said. The next few pictures were of the ground floor of the metal building. They just kept going. He felt his “Fusor” (pictured) could power cars, homes, and even spaceships. He took the flight of stairs that led up. How could he say everything was safe? Every day. Then another thought came to mind. "Good, meet me in half an hour in Washington park, I'll be by the fountain.". Night. The screen on my camera labeled this photo as the fourth from the last. "How did I get here from the middle of a city?" Two months later I got a call from Kate. The Farnsworth experiments have had many victims, don't let yourself become one. I took out my phone and looked at the time. "I'll just bring the coffee down to you then!" My dad replied, sounding more nervous than I had ever heard him. He began work on a government funded research project. I thought of the day Bill Benson came to thanksgiving dinner, and what he had said. Kate, don't come for me. I then noticed that they came from the same source. Bill looked at him and said. I didn't know how to get back. Emily might be out there, don't you want to find her? How could he be so calm after what he saw? I began to read. I got a job in Tampa, Florida. That also goes for everyone back in Florida. The experiments were to be done under absolute secrecy. There was the banner. I could see through the disguise. The team tried and failed, nothing more to it. I'm 29 years old. In subsequent experiments, a triangle was … Calling the Farnsworth experiments into it would be like blaming his disappearance on a UFO or the Bermuda triangle. I didn't know what exactly it meant, but all my nerve seemed to leave. I then opened the second match. Professor Farnsworth is a senile, deranged, as well as unpredictable old man who is both a maniac and a genius who was born in prison as mentioned in \"Overclockwise\". The reason the government denied the project's existence was purely embarrassment over funding something that in hindsight seemed so ridiculous. Then they stopped. I made my way to the main office and walked in. Then he spoke, "I'm sorry you had to see that, there's nothing to worry about. This design came from work by Philo T. Farnsworth in 1964 and Robert L. Hirsch in 1967. He has put at least one parallel universe in peril with his inventions.When he was a teenager he was put in … Bill Benson sat too, taking some old notebooks off the seat of his chair and putting them on top of the cluttered side of the table. As I got closer to the fountain I realized it was off, presumably for the winter. Whoever made the blog must have disabled them from showing. I haven't told anyone. That's why we moved away from Albany. I saved it. I also hadn't seen the road in a long time. I had no idea why we went back. I walked down a short flight of stairs and into a long hallway; 107 was easy to find. He, in his 60s, was easily outpacing me, a 26 year old. The room I'm in now. They just kept going. He must have decided to go back, just like Bill. He got up and walked through the adjoining living room and out the door, into the light snow. But first, I would take some pictures of the journal. Hours. It was nice. He asked. I was alive. Then he spoke, "I'm sorry you had to see that, there's nothing to worry about. "Are you coming? It belongs to the group of hue discrimination, also called arrangement tests. I hope they find your father.". Only one light. After a minute or two I walked over to those stairs. He was presumed dead. The camera started loading the last picture. They ate pizza one night. The one piece of information they could find about him was an apartment he had rented five years ago. Today, I'm back to living my life, the best that I can. It was lab notes. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. By the time any of you read this I'll be dead. "Is it about William Benson?" Happy New Year '85. Where did it all go? ", "What happened with the Farnsworth experiments, what is it that everybody has been trying to hide from me for my entire life? That building gave me the creeps. I nodded, though my head was filling with questions. I looked at the photograph first. The team tried and failed, nothing more to it. They tried and tried, but found nothing. I walked down a short flight of stairs and into a long hallway. It would only take a second. I assumed she was trying to forget too. I struggled with all my might, but I was helpless. She seemed to remember him, just barley, from back in Albany. His hair was completely gray. It looked like he hadn't cut it for a while. They scoured databases, but even with his name, face, thumbprint, and retina, they found nothing. I must have been trying to document every machine. His grayish hair was a mess. Dad took a deep breath and didn't speak for maybe a minute. she replied. On the screen were flashing words, "Out of memory". The room was large and devoid of furnishings. We never talked about it. I lost a portion of my memory. The exact same photo I had seen on the internet four years previously. It was dark. For the next few years, I didn't really think about it. Early entries are calm and optimistic. The next photos were of the first lab. Treated only with antibiotics, the experiment resulted in at least 30 documented deaths. It rang, once, twice, three times. As I was about to leave, Kimberly seemed to remember something and told me to wait. I must not have blacked out. The photo was taken a few months after I was born. It certainly wasn't downtown Albany. ", "It's for your own good that I don't tell you. The form I once saw as Bill was composed of grey wisps and tendrils, somehow forming one creature. It was a hole. He looked older than when I last saw him. Going deep deep down. We can't get ourselves involved. When did I last use the camera? I could see Bill boiling water on a wood burning stove. I went to go open it. There were no dates posted on them. I felt relieved to step back into the warm Florida air. Looking around the table, I felt Deja vu. It was the New Year's day photo. I used the glow of my phone as a flashlight, illuminating only a few feet in front of me. He rarely talked about it, and when he did he always said the rumors were overplayed. I thanked them both and returned to my car, ripping through the tape. There were the lab notes. I looked at the photograph first. I began to look around. Whenever I heard someone retelling the story, I wished I could tell the real version, but I promised dad I wouldn't, for the sake of his career. After what felt like half an hour, Kate said. I began to read. I felt relieved. It was a man, maybe 60 years old. How could he say everything was safe. I heard the conversation stop. Is that you?" Forgetting over time became easier. Bill looked at me and Kate, then back at my dad. There was a search for him. They walked away quickly. I was in the middle of a snowy wilderness. Bill shouted calmly from two rooms away. What flashed onto the screen shocked me more than anything in my life. I told them he was a professor at a local college around 15 years ago, but I didn't remember which one. I'll get out the pumpkin pie.". Memories came flooding back. There were no deaths or disappearances. In the pictures, I walked back into the woods. He looked older in this picture. I went to go open it. Bill, whatever thing was impersonating him was standing in the doorway. Then one of a man, Bill. I'm trying to find these people, not send more off.". I was thinking Bill Benson must be keeping in great shape. I saved it too. Early entries were calm and optimistic. Fusors have been built by various institutions. Now I could see what was watching me. https://scare-factor.fandom.com/wiki/The_Farnsworth_Experiments?oldid=6043. It was old and faded, but I could still make out what it said: Happy New Year '85. He shouldn't have. They spared me. EMBED. ", "For your own good, don't try any detective work. When I told you we failed, that was a lie. I struggled as they dragged me through the small doorway, past Bill's body, closer and closer. Bill's dead body, lying next to the hole. I noticed on one table was an old notebook. We went back to the dining room. We ate pumpkin pie. I heard a lot about oscillations. He told us to sit down at the table. It was a laboratory, with many devices I didn't know the purpose of. Are you a detective? On the right were two women I didn't recognize. Three more. The Farnsworth experiments have had many victims, don't let yourself become one. For the next few years, I didn't really think about it. Every time I stopped I felt like I was being watched. As I grew closer, the light grew brighter. I took a deep breath. I must have been taking them like mad. They are mostly talking about an issue with oscillators. After a short drive I found the building. My dad was one of the scientists involved. The first was old. He looked very worn out. There were no deaths or disappearances. Live like I live, live like nothing ever happened. And with that he left, running away without another word. 6640 Intech Boulevard, Ste. I knocked on the door. I don't have the notes, but I'll try my best to summarize what I read. A man and a woman named Kimberly and Al. It was Bill. As we descended the old wooden flight of stairs, dad walked into view. What the fuck just happened? I haven't told anyone. One such client is the Texas State Department … The Montford Experiment Read More » They spared me. We went back to the dining room. You owe me!" When I told you we failed, that was a lie. The house sits near a stream. Dad was chatting about the goings on at MIT, his research, who was getting tenure. "Can I help you?" This was a year or two after I was born. It was a blog with the two photos as the only posts. I wanted to go back upstairs. I told them he was a professor at a local college around 15 years ago, but I didn't remember which one. There was Bill running over the hill. The experiments were to be done under absolute secrecy. They frequently need sanding and painting. I pulled the picture out. "You want some coffee?". Finally, I got to a photo where Bill reached for the door to the second lab. 2:28 AM. They couldn't get any other information. The Farnsworth Effect is the name given by Hubert J. Farnsworth to a method of time travel discovered by him involving Head Jars that allows for people to temporarily travel back in time to the era of when the head in question was originally alive. As me and Kate walked as quietly out of the room as we could, we heard footsteps downstairs. I flew up from Florida to participate. She ran into the apartment and came out a minute later with a small cardboard box, taped shut. There were ten or twenty of snow and trees. A pool of blood had formed around him, dripping down into the hole. I almost threw up. The next entry was the last, and I remember it clearly word for word. My mind was now focused on this new peculiar problem. On the other side of the lab was another door. Bill Benson sat down. I'm sorry I brought you into this, and I'm sorry I brought your dad back into it. We have to find the ones they took. The drive was a little under three hours. Most people call me Hutch, even in my professional life. He rarely talked about it, and when he did he always said the rumors were overplayed. The room I'm in now. I snapped a picture of him as he disappeared over a hill. Bill's dead body, lying next to the hole. I started following them before they were filled in. Farnsworth sold the house in 1975 to Lord Peter Palumbo, who removed the screens and installed air conditioning—which also helped with the building's ventilation problems. Then one of a man, Bill. Dad, if you're reading this, take your own advice. Now we are going to eat dessert like nothing happened. It was the New Years day photo. His hair was gray and long. I could see through the disguise. My name is Robert Lawrence Bowen. After about 10 minutes, I saw someone walking towards me out of a storm. Each picture had a number, the date it was taken, and its size on the screen around it. They were pulling me towards that hole. The instant the light from the photo hit my eyes I felt a horrible feeling. They're always there in the corner of my eye. I wanted to tell the police everything I knew, but they wouldn't believe me. A lot of it I didn't understand, but one section was relatively clear. The Story Act I: "Satan! It was lab notes. I replied, "We were there for maybe five minutes.". A man and a woman named Kimberly and Al. He was wearing street clothes, also neat. You may have heard of the Farnsworth experiments. It's now 2013. It was him. After a bit of walking, I saw a fountain in the distance. My dad was one of the scientists involved. Eventually I saw a light in the distance. Above them was a banner saying Happy New Year '85. I was with family. More and more of them became clear. The structure’s modern classicism epitomizes the International Style of architecture and Mies’s dictum “less is more.” It is set on the floodplain of the Fox River and is one of only three houses built by Mies in the United States. They ate pizza one night. I began to scroll through my photos. I flew out immediately. Later, I made my way to his old apartment, bringing my camera with me. Don't stay down there too long!". Last Name. Sheet after sheet of random notes and equations. But some problems have proved to be unresolvable. Directed by Richard Press. He looked terrified. I decided to just start walking. To fill my memory card up you would need a ridiculous number of photos. I heard faint footsteps from far away. Who was it whose footsteps were coming from the second lab? I wasn't going in circles, was I? "He told us if anyone trustworthy came looking for him, to give them this," she said. It was the sheet metal building. It said, "We're being watched, I know it. This time there were more people. He must have decided to go back, just like Bill. The light was coming from the one window. They walked away quickly. ", She nodded and said, "You could talk to his old next door neighbors. After maybe two to three minutes, I heard Bill Benson shout, "You can't hide! I knew it was Bill Benson. On the screen were flashing words, "out of memory". It worked, better than anyone could have expected. Now I could see what was watching me. Richard Farnsworth, Actor: The Straight Story. As we descended the old wooden flight of stairs, Dad walked into view. I struggled as they dragged me through the small doorway, past Bill's body, closer and closer. A few weeks later, after I had gotten over the shock of that night, I did some research on Bill Benson. I got up from the floor quickly, hitting my head on a shelf with a loud thud. We have to find the ones they took. This was the same photo I saw online four years ago. The room was large and devoid of furnishings. Then they started to pull me across the room. They stopped at an old building made of sheet metal. 100, Indianapolis, IN, 46278, United States. Whoever made the blog must have disabled them from showing. What the fuck just happened? I'm somewhere where I can't make trouble. I have a job and an apartment. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. I started following them before they were filled in. In it was a ridiculously old looking cell phone, a photograph, and a few pieces of paper. It was one little story, among many, sitting in the back of my mind. Kate, don't come for me. I asked. The woods were completely still. The thing that struck me the most about that picture was the look of absolute terror on his face. Everything down there has been broken for a long time though.". It was him. On the right were two women I didn't recognize. He looked very worn out. He was completely normal. Kate was living in New Jersey, working on her residency at a big hospital. Photographing everything. If Bill Benson was dead, who was it I had been talking to the last few hours? The camera started loading the last picture. It opened without resistance. The photo was definitely him. The goal was to test a 15-year-old hypothesis that previous to this point seemed non-testable. If Bill Benson was dead, who was it I had been talking to the last few hours? The experiments were to be done under absolute secrecy. I shined my phone light down the stairs, revealing an old wooden staircase. There were ten or twenty of snow and trees. In the middle were my parents. Some they watch, some they kill, and to some they do much worse. The Philo Farnsworth Experiment Audio Preview remove-circle Share or Embed This Item. "Robert! ", The man walked in and shut the door behind him. There was the banner. Dad had disappeared. If it were true, then time travel was possible. I was born in 2084. In 2010, the United States made a formal apology to Guatemala for their involvement in these experiments. He was wearing street clothes, also neat. When I kept it up, he eventually told me a brief account of what happened. In the pictures, I walked back into the woods. I opened the list of contacts, and only one was listed. He wasn't at his house. The light was coming from the one window. The large dining room table was cleared of the clutter that had filled much of it in the past. "This was our home base, back in the 80s. They spent nearly a year working on the project, known only by its codename, Farnsworth. The snow was starting to get pretty light. That was strange. I said that if he was alive and anyone knew where he was, Benson would. After years of failed experiments and twelve hour work days, on September 27, 1927 Farnsworth transmitted the first “electronic television image.” With Farnsworth and his staff at the receiver, Cliff inserted the slide into the Dissector and a small line materialized in the receiver room, ushering in the television age. He taught physics and math there for ten years, before resigning. I couldn't stay in one place. Farnsworth and his entourage arrived at 202 Green Street in September, 1926. A variant type of fusor had been proposed previously by William Elmore, James L. Tuck, and Ken Watson at the Los Alamos National Laboratory though they never built the machine. I then opened the second match. "I told the police everything, I don't know where he went when he moved out. That building gave me the creeps. Bill looked over at Dad and said, "I can't just leave it like this, I tried for years. I heard the footsteps grow louder. She said. It was of another door. I quickly pushed the button, I could't stand looking at that picture for another second. My head hurt like crazy. He rarely talked about it, and when he did he always said the rumors were overplayed. An American stuntman who, after more than 30 years in the business, moved into acting and became an acclaimed and respected character actor, Richard Farnsworth was a native of Los Angeles. I asked. The goal was to test a 15 year old hypothesis that previous to this point seemed non-testable. I'll end with a brief statement to the people who were in my old life. He was covered from head to toe in scratches and wounds. Do you have the photograph from the box?". The one door began to open, and I heard a familiar voice. While Professor Farnsworth is in the process of almost killing himself with an experiment spectacularly gone bad, Fry is once again trying to invite Leela to go out with him, but she refuses and claims that she can't join him because of "sweaty boot-rash".. I was frozen in place. You may have heard of the Farnsworth experiments. I pushed the button to see the next. They spent nearly a year working on the project, known only by it's codename Farnsworth. ", "Somebody knocked me out, how do you know we're not in danger? After about 10 minutes, I saw someone walking towards me out of a storm. The form I once saw as Bill was composed of grey wisps and tendrils, somehow forming one creature. ", "It's for your own good that I don't tell you. The Farnsworth-Munsell 100 hue test is one of the most famous color vision tests available. She led me upstairs to her old bedroom, situated right above dad's office. It was a normal thanksgiving meal. I don't know why they do different things to different people. I hope they find your father.". The usual things. Whenever I heard someone retelling the story, I wished I could tell the real version, but I promised Dad I wouldn't, for the sake of his career. I'll get out the pumpkin pie.". They tried and tried, but found nothing. Peas were in short supply, but I never much liked them anyway. I ran the photo of him through face recognition and found two matches. ", He got up and walked through the adjoining living room and out the door, into the light snow. I flicked another switch and saw another lab, very similar to the first, but a little bigger. Photographing everything. I pulled the batteries out of the camera. But it was filled with furniture. I don't know how long I was held there. Join our Newsletter Newsletter Form. Faint, but not quite filled in, I finally stopped to catch my breath. Another famous test in this group is the Farnsworth D15 arrangement test. "Disappeared, insane, disappeared, disappeared, oh and there's me. This place has been calm for years. ", "I'm sure it was a tree branch. "Is it about William Benson?" All I know is eventually I passed out from exhaustion. I didn't tell anyone where I was going. 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