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[Mike047]

Art replied "When Alan made the first of these strange objects, he maybe used the formula T = h × b × √(t × e) / c, but I think that it got replaced, when they should have understood:
•     T = Toast quality (crispiness, warmth, satisfaction)
•     h = Heat applied (in joules or toaster setting)
•     b = Bread density (grams per cubic cm)
•     t = Time in seconds
•     e = Efficiency of heat transfer (0–1 scale)
•     c = Crumb coefficient (how much the bread resists burning)
With an interpretation:

•     The more heat and time you apply, the toastier the result—but only if your bread is dense enough and your toaster is efficient.
•     A high crumb coefficient (e.g., fluffy white bread) lowers the final toastiness unless compensated by more heat or time.
•     √(t × e) introduces a nonlinear relationship—just like Einstein loved.
 

Both space and time are critical for the perfect result.

[kejedo]

Art was more interested in a formula for horse racing; he noticed his respiration seemed to match the hot horse that he was walking after a race.

[dljbsp]

Art froze mid-thought as the radio crackled to life, announcing that Brian Speedy had been retired to the great pasture beyond—news that made the toaster’s hum deepen into something that sounded eerily like a sigh.

[Mike047]

Dianne Dreyfuss, who is she, asked Art as a further announcement notified the listeners that she was co-owner of Brian's horse - and this was strange, because he discovered that there was no such person, so who really was his person?

[dljbsp]

A chill crept up Art’s spine as he realized the name wasn’t new — he’d seen it once before, scribbled in the corner of Brian’s old ledger beside a date that hadn’t yet come.

[kejedo]

Julie Krone had purchased, rather than claimed, Brian and predated the ledger using Diane's name as new owner.

Edited Friday at 12:40 AM by kejedo

[dljbsp]

Art leaned closer to the ledger, whispering, “Then where do we go from here?”

[Mike047]

"See, here", Julie said as she pointed to the opened ledger, "there are at ,least two pages missing, as you notice from the frayed edges between the folios, and they have been carefully removed by a sharp tool", so what does it mean?

[dljbsp]

Art stared at the frayed gap, then muttered, “Pages don’t vanish on their own — someone wanted this part of the story buried.”

[kejedo]

"See  you in Kentucky,"Art said to Julie as he doffed his derby.

[kejedo]

Julie thought she was having a nightmare, while Art said, "You probably believe that nightmare came from having a scary dream about a dark horse, but that's as incorrect as Brian's ownership deed; anyway Brian is a gelding now and that gives me bad dreams.

[dljbsp]

Art lowered his voice and said, “Julie… if Brian’s gone, and the deed was forged, and those pages were cut out, then someone didn’t just want the horse — they wanted whatever he was carrying before he died.”

[kejedo]

Art returned to the boarding house where he stayed with other trackies (race track regulars) and decided to ask the jockeys and trainers there, what  they knew about Kentucky Derby Julie, the thorough bred horse Brian, and the cryptic ledger.

Edited Sunday at 08:48 PM by kejedo

[dljbsp]

Art notices something odd in the ledger’s frayed gap — not a message, not handwriting, but a thin metallic thread embedded in the paper, the kind used in experimental tracking tags for high-value racehorses… tech that wasn’t supposed to exist when the ledger was written.

[kejedo]

It seems that parts of this ledger was mis-dated. As  for the thin material, it looks like something that was taken from Brian's braided mane and that was stored with his remains.

[dljbsp]

Art ran his thumb across the metallic thread again, frowning — “Julie, this isn’t horse tack… it’s data-grade filament. Whoever wove this into Brian’s mane was recording something.

[kejedo]

An old tape recorder was able to play back the "filament." There were three voices, two appeared to be female. The recording stated that the two owners of Speedy Brian were attesting that they were providing a  medication to JUlie and if she ever won the Kentucky Derby, she would repay one thousand dollars to each, no matter how many, owners of Brian or their  surviving relatives. 

Edited 11 hours ago by kejedo

[dljbsp]

Art tapped the filament again, watching it flicker faintly in the dim room. “Julie… this isn’t an ordinary recording. It’s adaptive — it updates itself whenever someone connected to the deal dies. That’s why the voices still sound new.”

[kejedo]

Art went back to the home where he boarded with other trackies and couldn't wait to update every one including Anthony, who actually lived in that residence while his parents rented out spare rooms (and even the spare bed in his room) and he said that well known jockey, Jimmy Winkfield still hung out most nights at the local Squeeze-in Lounge and had ridden Speedy Brian.

[dljbsp]

Art pushed open the door of the Squeeze-in Lounge, spotting Jimmy Winkfield right away — the retired jockey sat crookedly on his barstool, one hip higher than the other since the replacement, looking like a man who could balance on a galloping horse but not on level flooring.

[dljbsp]

Wait

Edited 6 hours ago by dljbsp

[kejedo]

Jockey Jimmy, sitting behind a Pina Colada, wearing a purple and orange silk scarf, throwing back a swallow anytime someone mentioned a track term, (half a  shot for a jockey's name) was nonchalantly scouring the front door to promote both his social and work life and seemed still in shape although aging, and  picked up  the Derby sitting on the  bar stool next to him and nodded the now empty seat to the newcomer.

[dljbsp]

Art eased into the empty stool, and before he could speak, Jimmy’s eyes dropped to the filament in Art’s hand — and the old jockey froze for half a beat, as if recognizing tech he’d only ever seen in the prototype barn the feds once set up behind Stall 42.

[kejedo]

Jockey Jimmy, sitting behind a Pina Colada, wearing a purple and orange silk scarf, throwing back a swallow anytime someone mentioned a track term, (half a  shot for a jockey's name) was nonchalantly scouring the front door to promote both his social and work life and seemed still in shape although aging, and  picked up  the Derby sitting on the  bar stool next to him and nodded the now empty seat to the newcomer.

[kejedo]

Just now, kejedo said:

Jockey Jimmy, sitting behind a Pina Colada, wearing a purple and orange silk scarf, throwing back a swallow anytime someone mentioned a track term, (half a  shot for a jockey's name) was nonchalantly scouring the front door to promote both his social and work life and seemed still in shape although aging, and  picked up  the Derby sitting on the  bar stool next to him and nodded the now empty seat to the newcomer.

Jimmy looked down at what Art carried and said, "I was just thinking about a favorite mare I used to ride and race, Speedy Brian. I made it to the Kentucky Derby, so did some other riders like Julie. There was a lot of backside action before Brian died. I miss that pony. His owners used to take him out with a riding ring and have children ride Brian while they walked and led him around the ring. Brian loved the youngsters and his owners loved Brian. Some of my best days at the track."