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on his computer pad. "May I see what you're working at, young man?" Dykstra asked, walking up to the
boy.


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The student looked at him. Dykstra wondered what he saw. "If you want . . . sir. It's 4-space physics, the
Dykstra field equations," the youth said. My physics, Dykstra thought, and it was clear the boy didn't
recognize him.

"I recall it well," Dykstra said, examining the book, "from way back in my early days. Is there some
particular difficulty you're having? Maybe I can help you."

Skepticism clouded the student's face, then a resigned "it's worth a try" look. "Problem twenty-two. I'm
clueless."

Dykstra read the problem, then looked away, letting his mind work, seeing if he still had it in him to
solve such problems. He had it. "From the symmetry of the situation, what you should consider is the
projection of the 4-space field, its 3-space shadow if you will. Then integrate from zero to pi. The
answer is 45.2 joules per meter to the fourth." He smiled, eyes twinkling.

The boy stared at him, his face jumping from pure disbelief to respect bordering on awe. "That's the
answer in the back! How did you know?"

"I see it in my mind," Dykstra said. "I see the shape of the field."

"But the only person I've ever heard of who can visualize 4-space is James Christian Dykstra himself."

Dykstra smiled.

"Can I have your autograph?"

Dykstra obliged, though he was embarrassed that his signature was but a shaky shadow of its former self.

He left the boy and continued across the lush lawn to the parking area where his car waited. "Open," he
said. The door slid aside. The seat moved outward. He dropped into it and was pulled inside. "Home."
Gently the car lifted on its Dykstra repulsors, the fields interacting with the matter of the ground to raise
the car into the sky and deliver the inventor of Dykstra field physics to his home in the mountains.

Home was a house in a meadow two kilometers up the western side of the Sierra Nevada range. The car
grounded and Dykstra went inside, putting the cane aside since another of his inventionsтАФhis world-
changing inventionsтАФreduced the interior gravity to half standard. "Ahhh, home sweet home."

James Christian Dykstra, acclaimed by the whole Solar System as the smartest man in the world, was
feeling his age. He accepted it philosophically, that he was old, that his days were numbered. But he had
made more than his share of marks on human civilization . . . when he was younger.