I enjoyed reading that. Yes, there was a feel of times past to it, but I didn't mind at all.
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“That’s the one. I don’t think they trust him to teach. He’s chasing some wild idea that’s apparently going to turn quantum physics on its head. But he’s independently wealthy and I believe he made some remarkable discoveries early in his career before shooting off down his little blind alley, so I guess they tolerate him.”
I thought no more of it until, a few days later, I was knocked off my feet as Professor Blake careened around a corridor bend, looking more like a rugby player than a professor of physics: head down over a huge pile of loose papers cradled in his arms and held in by his chin. Unlike me he was not a tall man and his head connected perfectly with my solar plexus. The result was a shower of confetti from the professor and silent, eye-popping gasps from me.
“I say, I’m dreadfully sorry. Are you alright?”
I couldn't even manage a wheeze. I’m sure my face was turning purple.
“Here, let me help you up.”
I gave a weak groan and vaguely flapped my arms as he started to tug under my armpits. “No…” I managed to gasp. “Okay… fine… just… minute.”
“I’m most terribly sorry; I was in such a hurry you see…” He scratched his head looking at the chaos of paper surrounding us, each page covered in illegible writing. Probably all his own. “I guess there’s a lesson in there.”
I smiled ruefully. “It’s alright, no harm done. Give me a sec and I’ll help you pick them up.” Bizarre, I thought. These sorts of incidents usually happen the other way round. I was beginning to understand Jerry’s likening him to a student.
Once he learnt I was a physics student he spent rest of the walk to his office merrily chattering away about his research like I was his personal post-grad assistant. All very flattering but most of it flew straight over my head. I was only a second year undergrad after all. But, damn, his enthusiasm was infectious and I couldn't help liking the man.
“Change? No. Impossible.” But his eyes twinkled. “What I believe I can do with the quantum field is slip out the back door so to speak. The probabilities remain the same but I shift the location they are directed at. Let us suppose the chances of finding that desk at its current location are… I don’t know, say a trillion to one on. Well, we don’t change that probability, just the location. So now the chances are a trillion to one on that it will be located ten metres to the right. So that is where it will now be; instantaneously! It’s like we've grabbed a tablecloth and given it a quick tug. Nothing has been physically done to the objects on the table but they are now sitting on a different part of the tablecloth.”