A Thousand Years of Infinity
Science Fiction Story
Alexander Chesalov
Cover designer Alexander Chesalov
Illustrator Alexander Chesalov
© Alexander Chesalov, 2025
© Alexander Chesalov, cover design, 2025
© Alexander Chesalov, illustrations, 2025
ISBN 978-5-0065-9744-0
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From the Author
Dear Friends.
I’m pleased to introduce you to my new fantasy short story, A Thousand Years of Infinity.
Over the past year, I have given several presentations at various conferences on the application of Artificial Intelligence (AI) technologies.
Yes, I really like this topic, I like the different research directions in this field, and of course I like solving new applications with AI.
In terms of science and application problem solving, I am actively working in the field of industrial automation. One of my priority research areas is to investigate the possibility of using artificial intelligence to implement algorithms for mismatch negativity potential in industrial automated predictive and prescriptive maintenance systems. Besides science, I am passionate about generative artificial intelligence. I spend a lot of time studying and improving the operation of application software solutions.
In 2024 I wrote and in early 2025 I published my book “Generative Artificial Intelligence #Forge&flux”. This book is a textbook for high school and college students who want to learn about advanced generative artificial intelligence technologies. In it, I explain AI approaches in simple and accessible language, making them understandable to those who do not have deep theoretical and practical knowledge. The book emphasizes the FLUX.1 model, which was a breakthrough in generative AI, and the possibilities of working with the Stable Diffusion WebUI Forge system, which provides a free but powerful tool for creating unique images.
Using the Stable Diffusion WebUI Forge generative artificial intelligence system, I’ve created a huge number of images, including the ones you’ll find in this book.
Another hobby of mine is writing fairy tales and fantasy stories.
My first story was “Robot Roma: Humanity’s Last Hope”, which I wrote in the year 2024.
In my opinion, this is a deep and emotionally rich science fiction story that explores the boundaries between man and machine, as well as the ethical aspects of AI technologies and issues of self-awareness. The unique world of the future created in this story will not leave the reader indifferent, immersing him in an atmosphere of suspense and anticipation. The story of the robot Roma IA 661125 makes the reader think about the future, where technology can be both a blessing and a curse for all humanity. I will say this: if you are a fan of Isaac Asimov’s work, you should enjoy this story.
Today I present to you my new sci-fi short story “A Thousand Years of Infinity”. In it, I carefully and unobtrusively present my version of time travel, which I think is interesting, and which is also based on the most important provisions of the theory of relativity, quantum mechanics and the latest scientific discoveries, which in turn makes this story interesting for the reader. In any case, only time will tell how true it really is…
Enjoy reading and positive vibes!
Yours Alexander Chesalov.
March 29, 2025
Chapter 1. The Old House at the Edge of the Forest
The snow fell silently. Sometimes the wind would suddenly appear and lift thousands of snowflakes high into the air, and then shadows would flicker between the trees, shadows too tall, too thin, with branchy shapes that resembled the branchy horns of mythical creatures. The trees creaked, as if whispering in a forgotten language, warning of something unseen. The air was thick with the smell of pine needles, frost, and something ancient – perhaps a memory of the past, perhaps a premonition of the future.
In the midst of this silence, at the edge of the snow-covered forest, where the forest parted, stood an old house. Like a lonely guardian, forgotten and abandoned by all, it still guarded the peace of the night forest. Its walls, made of blackened logs that had lost their shape, seemed to be part of the forest itself – thick, impenetrable, full of the secrets of the old world. The roof, covered with a fluffy blanket of snow, merged with the shadows of the trees, and the tall windows looked out into the darkness like eyes. The house was old, but strong, as if the earth itself held it up, not allowing time to destroy it.
Inside the house it was half dark. The only source of light was the great stone fireplace where the smoldering wood sang its crackling song in a dance of mesmerizing flames. The fire from the fireplace cast bizarre shadows on the walls of the house, dancing like ancient spirits. The wooden floor was covered with carpets, faded with time, but still bearing traces of former luxury. On the walls hung old paintings of strange crystal castles, serpent dragons, and other unseen places and creatures that seemed to come alive in the flickering firelight.
Two armchairs stood in the middle of the room. Large, high-backed, upholstered in dark green leather, covered with a web of small cracks of time. A man sat in one of the chairs. His name was Ivan. He was thirty-one years old, but there was a certain weariness in his eyes from the burden of life that was not typical of youth. He was tall, thin, with dark hair that had already been touched by the frosty breath of change. His face was pale, as if he had rarely been out in the sun, and there was a lingering sadness in the corners of his eyes.
Ivan lived alone in that house. He didn’t really want to remember the reasons why he had moved from the big city to a remote, abandoned village. He did not even remember how long it had been. Time passed differently in this house – slowly and almost imperceptibly. He had grown accustomed to the silence, to the sound of the winter wind outside the window, to the creaking of the old floorboards and the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. He had stopped thinking about the fear of loneliness and had long since come to feel himself a big part of this small, civilization-forgotten world. Once it had seemed to him that life had thrown him overboard and sent him here in exile. Over the years, he had forgotten that as well. Now he felt only harmony and peace in his soul. He was grateful that fate had found him this island, where he felt at home.
The moon hung low that night, huge and blue, like a frozen flame. Its light did not illuminate, but distorted: the snow beneath it sparkled like a scattering of hundreds of thousands of precious stones. Through the blue of the winter night, through the whirlwinds of the blizzard that sometimes tossed the snow in a mad dance, the road was visible. Narrow. Almost invisible.
Someone was walking down the road. The figure, barely recognizable in the blizzard, moved slowly but inexorably toward the house at the edge of the forest. Its silhouette trembled like a mirage, blurred in the snow, then clear again in the stillness of the snow swirl. Sometimes it seemed that the traveler was not a shadow, but echoes of other times – fragments of voices, footsteps, groans. He was carrying something that would change Ivan’s fate forever tonight.
Chapter 2. The Wanderer
The knock at the door sounded like thunder. Ivan shuddered, put down the book he was holding, and walked uncertainly to the door. His heart beat faster. He hadn’t expected visitors. No one had been here for years.
He opened the door. A tall man with dark but graying hair that fell to his shoulders stood on the threshold. The stranger’s eyes seemed to glow like two coals in the dark. His face was lined with wrinkles, but they showed not age but wisdom, as if he had lived more than one life. The stranger wore a long cloak and carried a large, dark brown, well-worn leather pack.
– Good evening,”