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noticed that he failed to take into account high energy interactions. I mean,
extremely high energy interactions, on the order of a TeV." She paused.
"Kristin, I'm not sure I see where this is leading. That is, I think I do, but
-- what exactly are you getting at?"
"I'm getting at the fact that at high energies, Everett's theory predicts that a
quantum mechanical 'gate' opens up, similar to an Einstein-Rosen bridge. For a
split second, the barrier between different universes might be traversed. But
we've never been able to create interactions of that magnitude until --"
"Until we built the SSC," Ray finished for her.
"Yes."
"Kristin, that's utterly impossible."
She felt her face flush. "So was splitting the atom," she retorted.
Ray laughed. "So it was."
"And look where it led us to today. Listen, Ray. You said that we have to do a
run of the accelerator tomorrow anyway, to satisfy Reichen. Let me calibrate the
detectors to verify my theory. In the meantime, you can go over my math and see
if I missed anything."
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4. Spin Down
"I've gone over your math, and can't find anything wrong with it," Roy
Schwitters said. "As much as it galls me to admit it, you're right."
Harold Volin grinned sheepishly, the grin of a small boy caught with his hands
in the cookie jar. Six weeks ago, Roy had called him in to help figure out the
problem of the SSC explosions. Now, they sat in a first floor office of the old
SSC Administration building, studying the equations Volin had written out on a
chalkboard. The building, along with many others, had been taken over by the
county when the Department of Energy had pulled out, as there was no sense in
letting good office buildings and state of the art computer equipment go to
waste. Sheriff Kingsley had somehow managed to arrange this office for Roy,
nowhere near as luxurious as the office he had occupied when he had been
Director, but "good enough for government work," as the sheriff had told him.
Roy considered Harold for a moment before continuing. Harold was a theoretician,
a good physicist, but with a quirky personality that made him look for solutions
to problems from the strangest angles. His red hair, thick beard, and
incongruously high voice fit his personality perfectly. But it was exactly
because of Harold's odd way of looking at the world that Ray had called him in.
And now, here was Harold's solution, too off-the-wall to be considered
seriously, but the only one that fit the data. So far.
Roy spoke slowly, unsure of his words. "Your calculations do seem to indicate
that someone's running the collider."
Harold nodded eagerly, still smiling. He tended to speak quickly, with one word
running into another. "The first clue you gave me was the symmetric nature of
the explosions. It was exactly what you'd get if an antimatter beam went off
course -- zing! -- and hit the walls of the ring. And given that the magnets
only work at a few degrees Kelvin, any beam sent through at the moment would
naturally run off course. After all, the magnets aren't operational at the
moment."
Roy gave his friend an incredulous look. "You're missing the point, Harold. None