"James P. Hogan - The Genesis Machine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hogan James P)

was at stake.
"What Brad means is, the subject matter of his paper relates purely to
abstract theoretical concepts. There's nothing about it that could be thought
of as having anything to do with national security interests." Massey glanced
from Edwards to Corrigan and back again. "You might say it's kinda like a
hobby...only Brad's hobby happens to involve a lot of mathematics."
"Mmm..." Edwards rubbed his thumbs against the point of his chin and
considered the proposition. Abstract theoretical concepts had a habit of
turning into reality with frightening speed. Even the most innocent-looking
scraps of trivia could acquire immense significance when fitted together into
a pattern with others. He had no idea of the things that were going on in
other security-blanketed research institutions of his own country, not to
mention those of the other side. Only Washington held the big picture, and if
they went along with Clifford's request, it would mean getting mixed up in all
the rigmarole of referring the matter back there for clearance...and
Washington was never very happy over things like that. Far better if the whole
thing could be killed off right at the beginning.
On the other hand, his image wouldn't benefit from too hasty a display
of high-handedness...must be seen as objective and impartial.
"I have been through the paper briefly, Dr. Clifford," he said. "Before
we consider your request specifically, I think it would help if you clarified
some of the points that you make." He spread his hands and rested them palms-
down on the table. "For example, you make some remarkable deductions
concerning the nature of elementary particles and their connection with
gravitational propagation..." His look invited Clifford to take it from there.
Clifford sighed. At the best of times he detested lengthy dissertations;
the feeling that he was pressing an already lost cause only made it worse. But
there was no way out.
"All the known particles of physics," he began, "can be described in
terms of Maesanger k-functions. Every particle is a combination of high-order
and low-order k-resonances. Theory suggests that it's possible for an entity
to exist purely in the high-order domain, without any physical attributes in
the dimensions of the observable universe. It couldn't be detected by any
known experimental technique."
"This isn't part of Maesanger's original theory," Edwards checked.
"No. It's new."
"This is your own contribution?"
"Yes."
"I see. Carry on." Edwards scribbled a brief note on his pad.
"I've termed such an unobservable entity a 'hi-particle,' and the domain
that it exists in, 'hi-space' -- the unobservable subset of k-space. The
remaining portion of k-space -- the space-time that we perceive -- is then
termed 'lo-space.'
"Interactions are possible between hi-particles. Most of them result in
new hi-particles. Some classes of interaction, however, can produce complete
k-functions as end-products -- that is, combined hi- and lo-order resonances
that are observable. In other words, you'd be able to detect them in normal
space." Clifford paused and waited for a response. It came from Massey.
"You mean that as far as anybody can tell, first there's no particle
there -- just nothing at all -- then suddenly -- poof! -- there is."