We did it.

After years upon years of endless struggle. Broke the barriers of even the most complex realms of quantum computing. Cleared the slate colored clouds of obscurity.

And we approached a solution. Attained it.

We laughed, we partied, we embraced. Our labours had been rewarded.

In the distant, unexplored corners of quantum physics, we discovered the secrets to perpetual endless energy.

But this proved to be only half of the equation. A minimalistic half compared to the monster that was left yet unsolved :

Time.

Time was a colossal constraint upon every cosmic study. Our lives were, but a blip in the face of the universe. That endlessly vast, infinitely massive titan that had sworn to keep it's secrets hidden away. Unreachably distant from the hands of insignificant mortals like us.

Or so it thought. Or so we ourselves had thought.

But then after almost a millenia of painfully meticulous research, a spark had been born.

A genius mind unparalleled by any that had trudged before it, or would ever trudge after it.

His discoveries and sheer brain-storming sessions had created what we now came to know as the Noah Paradigm Equations.

For those of us, well-versed in the methods and knowledges of science, the NPE might as well have been the Holy Grail of human existence. The equations had solved the age old dilemma of infinite energy, not simply theoretically, but also practically. It was miraculous, how one mind could have solved, to not be modest, pretty much everything.

The age of miracles was, at last, upon us.

But our celebratory sentiments were to be short-lived. The problem of Time hung over our heads. Taunting, teasing, tantalizingly out of reach.

We had the means to travel to the ends of the universe. But how would we ever have enough time?