This choice: Quantum distortion and probability physics, and they're working on something new • Go Back...Chapter #5Quantum distortion and probability physics, and... by: DougTF  The area 15 is an entry to a very large superconducting super-collider where they are smashing atoms and trying to study things like Higgs bosons, the so called "God particle" that has all properties of matter while simultaneously having no properties of matter. There are a few techs, and on raven haired woman with a slim build, who turns. Her name tag says Maria Alonzo, PhD, along with a host of other letters. She smiles "You must be Miss Lenton, welcome to the atom smasher team...I'm Dr. Alonzo, but you can call me Maria when we are in our own lab, come on in" and if the little man with the clipboard was rude and officious, Dr. Alonzo is the complete opposite. Leading you into the lab, and handing you a name tag, she smiles warmly. "Ok, Miss Lenton...excuse me, is it Melanie, or do you go by Mel?"
Yes this doc holds so much promise! "Mel and thank you Doc...sorry, Maria, thank you. I am so excited to be working here." Maria shakes her hand warmly "We're excited to have you, and frankly, our work is so close to a break through. The more we learn about these bosons, the more distortion we strip away, the more it seems there's no limit to what these things can do. They seem to be able to shift phase, location, and composition almost instantly, and if enough bosons could do so together, well, who knows?" she smiles "Your first task is to head down to the far end of the collider to examine and clean the impact plate...that's a depleted uranium panel we fire the particles into, at nearly the speed of light. We want to clean it, make sure there's no contaminants before we fire our next test. Think you can do that? I mean, it's not exactly rocket science, but it's a crucial step, Mel"
With an attitude like that, its a slam dunk and Mel smiles, nodding and heads down the long hallway to the other end of the collider. Getting to the inspection plate, Mel opens it and gets ready to wipe down the uranium panel to clean it for the next test. Her first day at this lab was going fantastic!
Unfortunately, it was about to be Mel's last day as well. Back in control, a senior tech knocked over a coffee, and it spilled onto the counter. No worries, it didn't hit anything critical, but it did hit another tech's elbow, who jerked back in surprise at the hot liquid. He in turn bumped into another tech who tripped into the breaker panel for the collider. Their name tag clip was metal and shorted a circuit, prompting the collider to fire off a burst of particles, but without the proper energy levels or clearance.
Mel is cleaning the strike plate when she hears something humming, pausing. No matter what action she would have taken, it wouldn't have mattered, since the beam of particles was moving at nearly the speed of light. Instead of hitting the strike plate, it hit her, full on. It didn't hurt at all, since the speed of it was far faster than the human nervous system, but in the blink of an eye, new research assistant Melanie Lenton was reduced to a rapidly dissipating cloud of bosons.
Later on, after the lab crew discovered her missing, after the authorities were called, after the lab was shut down for three days, those bosons reformed into Melanie Lenton, right outside the collider, almost exactly like she had been. But she wasn't herself anymore. Now she was a human awareness controlling a field of bosons that could simulate and mimic any matter. Gasping for breath, she looks about, wondering what to do, where to go...especially now that she could be anything, go anywhere. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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