Chapter 3


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The tiny speck of silver dust, which Moshendiar’s tentacle had dropped into the box, curved through the inky blackness and rapidly approached the universe at its centre. What had appeared from outside like a tiny tangle of thin blue threads consisted in fact of long thick crystal pipes. They enclosed the whole enormous universe and dwarfed the speck to insignificance.
Glowing dots of light flickered back and forth along these pipes, bright with the hues of limes and marigolds, of cherries and saffron, optical signals running from pipe to pipe like multicoloured fireflies trying to escape from a bizzare transparent maze, their lights joining and forking within the intricately interconnected mesh.
When the speck reached the outer pipes it sparkled with their reflected light, as if it was happy to see them, and began to fall between them. They were arranged in layers like busy motorways stacked on top of each other hundreds of levels deep. As it fell the speck hit many of the pipes, bouncing away with a tiny ping before curving downwards once more on its long descent. And it was not the only thing falling towards the inner universe.
From beneath every pipe there emerged a fine spray of coloured droplets, each one glowing brightly with its own hue, apricot or asparagus, beryl or bronze, droplets which fell and bounced and dripped off the layers of pipes below until the speck was falling in a dense chromatic mist.
Although far smaller than any of these droplets, yet the speck exerted a powerful influence over them. Those nearby felt a strong inward force and moved towards it, merging together to form first a drop then a ball so large that air resistance distorted it, pulling out a tear-shaped tail. This ball periodically collided with one of the pipes, splattering itself back into a thousand droplets. As the speck descended so the mist around it increased in density, supplemented by fresh supplies spraying out from every new layer of pipes until it formed a heavy shower of coloured lights.
After a long fall, the speck reached the lowest layer of pipes and emerged into a clear space filled only by the glowing rain. Now it fell freely towards the universe, gaining speed. Once more it gathered nearby droplets into a ball which, lacking horizontal pipes to collide with, grew larger than ever before. It was now falling so fast that air resistance began to evaporate droplets from its lower surface, dragging them out into a long tail, until an equilibrium was reached and the ball obtained its maximum size hundreds of metres in diameter and with a tail several kilometres long.
This liquid comet headed rapidly towards a fluffy layer of cloud which lay like a thick blanket over the inner universe far below. The cloud appeared white, the result of mixing all the colours in the droplets which it contained. From this cloud there arose dozens of huge vertical pipes, like the trunks of giant trees in a tropical rain forest, supporting the overhead pipe network like the canopy of branches in the forest. Coloured dots ran up inside these massive trunks, filtering out into the overhead pipes and spraying down to maintained the endless supply of falling rain.
It took the speck’s comet several minutes to reach the cloud. As it descended the atmosphere around it became increasingly dense. When it penetrated the cloud the comet was going so fast that it created a sonic shock wave. This precipitated a thunder storm unlike any this universe had ever experienced. Lightening flashed around it like a police escort accompanying an important new visitor.
The comet, with the speck still enclosed, fell rapidly through the cloud and, less than a minute later, finally reached the universe itself. It struck a pink layer of material which was neither a liquid nor a solid but somewhere in between, like a huge ball of pink jelly. When the comet plunged into this glutinous surface the energy of its impact immediately evaporated the droplets, boiling them into a steam-cloud which blasted a hole in the pink surface. This created a slow-moving tsunami which began to spread out from the point of impact across the viscous ocean.
Meanwhile the speck, released from its enclosing liquid comet, sank rapidly into the pink surface and entered the universe proper. It now found itself in a radically different environment. The pink ocean and feeder pipes were nowhere to be seen. Instead the speck was hurtling across a huge open space surrounded by distant walls of light. It was moving faster than it should have been possible to move, according to the laws of physics inside this universe. In a journey that should have taken hundreds of millions of years it traversed the empty space in a matter of minutes and approached one of these walls.
The wall contained what looked like millions of tiny dots of light arranged in clusters. These dots, however, were radically different from the dots of light falling from the pipes outside the universe. For one thing, these dots were all white. Also their smallness was a delusion, caused by their huge distance from the speck. Their true size only became clear when the speck, hurtling between them, actually collided with one of them.
What from a distance had seemed like a tiny white dot proved, from inside, to be a huge oval array consisting of billions of smaller glowing balls of light, red, blue and white. The speck had found a galaxy of stars, each star far larger than the speck itself. As the speck traversed this galaxy, still travelling at unnaturally high speed, the passing stars exerted upon it a weak gravitational force but the speck was so tiny that this force had almost no effect.
However the stars also had another field of force around them, a magnetic field, and this had a profound influence on the speck. It was pulled out of its previously straight path into a curve, following the lines of magnetic force, and at the same time it slowed down. Each star it passed took away a little of its energy, yet it was still travelling at colossal speed when it emerged from the galaxy. It passed through several more galaxies, giving up more and more of its energy in each one, before it completely left the wall of galaxies and travelled out into another huge empty space.
Once more it traversed the space and reached the opposite wall. The whole universe was organised into a honeycomb-structure, almost empty spaces separated by sheets of millions of galaxies arranged in clusters. The speck crossed many spaces, passed through many walls, entered many galaxies, passed close to many stars, gradually slowing down. At lower speeds its path curved more and more, following the invisible lines drawn through space by the stars’ magnetic fields.
Eventually the speck was travelling so slowly that it did not have enough energy to escape and found itself orbiting round inside one of the galaxies. Like many another it had passed through, this galaxy had the shape of a pancake whose bulging centre was crossed by a shining bar packed with stars. From the ends of this bar two long arms of gas, dust and stars were being flung out like the spiral spray from a Catherine Wheel. Newly formed blue stars glowed within the molecular clouds in these spirals, creating beautiful three-dimensional sculptures in space.
Guided by magnetic fields, the speck passed through these spiral arms many times, as well as several minor arms, loosing energy whenever it came close to any star. In the end, near the edge of one minor arm, it was captured by the field surrounding one of the stars and went into orbit. Ahead of it was a tiny dark round object. A planet. A planet so small that its gravitational field alone would not have held the speck. But the little lump of rock had something else, something emanating from its nickel and iron core, a magnetic field which pulled the speck inwards along its curving field lines.
And so it was that, after a journey lasting only a few hours, the speck reached the surface of planet Earth.

Chapter 2

This version created 26 March 2008

‘I can see Maria.’
‘Call me Lord.’
‘I can see Maria, Lord.’
‘Is she alive?’
‘Yes. She opened her eyes for a second.’
‘What’s she doing?’
‘She seems to be resting.’
Michael’s eyes narrowed to slits. ‘Can you kill her?’
Sam froze. The excitement of seeing somebody still alive instantly
evaporated, turning instead to a feeling of cold dread. ‘I can’t do
anything to her at all, Lord. All I can do is see her.’
‘Is she still in the stretcher?’
‘Yes, Lord.’
‘What state is she in?’
‘She’s not good. She’s been injured.’
‘Good. She might die anyway. Have you looked through all the
other crystals?’
‘Not yet, Lord.’
‘Look through them all, Samuel. See if anyone else is alive.’
What kind of monster are you, Zhang, Sam thought as he strained
to look through the remaining crystals. First you want to kill me,
then you want me to kill Maria. You might be as wise as a god but
you’re as wicked as a devil. He felt vulnerable and helpless as he
moved across the slippery crystal faces, leaning and stretching to
position his head to see down their very centres. He was still
working his way methodically through them when he heard a voice,
faint but very clear, as if it was inside his own head.
‘Wie gehst du, Liebling? Bist du ganz rechts?’
Sam was so surprised he slipped on the ice-smooth crystal,
slithered to the bottom of his little blue cell and lay still, listening
intently. He could hear nothing but his own breathing. The voice
had sounded very much like Maria, soft and throaty with a foreign
accent, so that–
‘What are you waiting for? Get up, Samuel. We don’t have much
time.’ Michael did not seem to have heard anything.
Sam decided to say nothing about it. He struggled to his feet and
resumed his survey of the other crystals, still listening and looking
occasionally into Maria’s crystal, trying to see who she was talking
to.

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“Excuse me. Would you mind please? I’m trying to…Thank you.”

Danny Kissov turned to see Seline Soubise push through the dozen visitors crowding around the Run Co-ordinator’s wide curving desks. She threw her coat over the back of a chair and flopped down beside him. “God, do we have to work with an audience?”

“Some of them have been here all night,” he said turning back to the Detector Control System window on one of his three computer screens.

“What? You mean you’ve let them stand up all night? Even the old ones? They’ll be getting thrombosis and dying on us! No wonder they look worn out, poor things. How’s ATLAS coming along?”

“It’s not my job to get chairs for visitors. It was hard enough getting all the sub-systems up and running. We had trouble with a couple of them so I haven’t–”

“What kind of trouble?”

“The Pixel software was out of date and two of the TRT control parameters were set wrong. The details are in the log. Nothing serious but it took a while to figure out what the problems were so I haven’t quite finished bringing up the Muon Spectrometer. I was just about to check that data was flowing across the Grid. Do you want to–”

“Sure, I’ll take over now. You go and have breakfast,” she said opening a Trigger and Data Acquisition System monitor window. “How did Maria get on at the clinic?”

With a stab of guilt Danny realised he had forgotten about that. He glanced at his watch. 9:37. But it was Maria’s fault, he told himself. She was supposed to phone him when she came out of the antenatal clinic at nine. “I’m just going to phone her,” he said as if he had been planning it all along. “Back in a moment.” He pushed his way through the crowd to the window, flipped open his mobile phone, pressed a button and waited for the connection.

“Hello, this is Maria Kissov. Sorry I can’t take your call–”

Danny snapped the phone closed and held it for a moment, moist in his sticky palm, staring through the translucent window at the huge round bulge of the Globe looming dark against the pale spring sky. She should be in there by now. Is something wrong? He felt guilty that he hadn’t gone with her to the clinic and he began to list the reasons. The first run of the season is the most difficult shift of the year. Many scientists have repaired and upgraded their sub-systems during the winter shut-down and this always creates problems. I’m the most experienced Run Co-ordinator. José Rodriguez is off with the vomits that are going round and Seline has never led a start-up. Maria said last night that the baby was fine and there’s no need for me to go with her this morning.

But even after he had reassured himself he still felt guilty. Where’s Maria now? She was due to open the Globe at 9:30. He went back to collect his jacket. “I’m going over to the Globe to see if Maria’s come back from the clinic,” he told Seline. “Call me if you need me.”

“Okay, Danny, but I’m sure I’ll cope. You’ve done all the hard work. But thanks.”

He was half way to the door when a computer generated voice echoed around the Control Room: “Level Zero Alarm. Data Storage System Overflow.”

Danny slowed his pace as the computerized voice repeated the warning in French. Level Zero alarms were very minor faults, not usually requiring any action by the operators. Never heard of a data storage system overflow, though. Not even sure exactly what might have caused it. When he reached the door he paused and looked back. The visitors were leaning over Seline’s desk and she was frowning at her screens, obviously unsure of what to do. When she saw Danny watching her she shook her head and raised both hands, palms upwards. Danny walked quickly back to her desk.

Mummy’s late, Maria told the baby as she waited for Sam and Catriona to cross the road then drove into the visitor’s car park. She told him almost everything. Daddy will be worried. Poor Daddy. He’s had to work all night. Maria herself had not slept much either but she didn’t want to complain. She parked her rusting old Citroen as near to the Globe as she could. She didn’t have time to go round the back to her official parking place. She should have opened the Globe fifteen minutes ago but the obstetrician had kept her talking. Still she felt better now. She knew exactly what the problem was and what she had to do about it. Not sure Daddy’s going to like it though.

She got out of the car and hurried across the car park towards the Globe of Innovation. She loved this building. The whole structure had a fragile, translucent, unworldly appearance. It reminded Maria of a delicate giant brown eggshell that had been cast out from some immense bird’s nest on the towering Jura mountains.

As she hurried across the Route de Meyrin she realised that one of the people waiting at the roadside looking through the fence at the Globe was Francesco Romani. He was on his mobile phone. Big boss waiting for Mummy. Oh dear. Mummy in trouble now. And she won’t be able to call Daddy. She wondered how the experiment was going. She knew Danny was worried about it but then he was a born worrier. Between ATLAS and the baby he was worrying himself to death.

“Good morning Professor Romani,” she said breezily as she unlocked the gate. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I was held up at the clinic.”

“That cannot be helped, my dear,” Francesco said. “Your Excellency may I introduce Maria Kissov, the Globe Exhibition Officer. Maria this is Her Excellency Brigit Fitzpatrick, Irish Ambassador to the United Nations.”

“Pleased to meet you Madame,” Maria said shaking Brigit’s hand and trying not to look down at the cleavage she was exposing. “Follow me please.” She turned on her mobile phone as she led the party up the wide tarmac drive towards the Globe.

Run Suspended

(This version created 29 November 2007)

Seline seemed to grow calmer as Danny slumped into the chair beside her.
“Can you just tell me where the procedure is for handling this type of error? I’ve never heard of it.”
“Well you could start by acknowledging it. That voice is driving me mad.”
She clicked the Acknowledge button on the Detector Control System Alarm Screen and the computer’s voice fell silent.
“I’ve never heard of a Data Storage System Overflow before either. Just do a search in the DCS Operations Layer of the ATLAS TWiki.” But the procedure probably won’t be much use to you. We only really find out how to handle an error by doing it. Then we write the real procedures afterwards. While he waited he read the top line of the list of alarms filling the screen. “We must be getting a lot of events,” he said. “The Sub-Farm Output computers are swamped.”
“I can see that, Danny. Okay, I’ve found the procedure. I can handle it now.”
But he didn’t move. Can she really cope? Seline was slowly reading through the procedure. Danny sighed. It should be obvious what to do. “How many events are we getting?”
“I don’t know. Wait a minute.” She typed an Athena command into a console window. A histogram flashed up and she peered at it. “Over two thousand per second.”
“Not really? Ten times more than normal? They can’t be real events. What kind are they supposed to be?”
Seline clicked on a menu and the histogram changed into a single bar. “They’re all missing energy events,” she said.
Danny stared at her. “ALL of them? That’s not possible. There’s obviously a fault with one of the sub-detectors. No way could there be that many real events, let alone all the same type. And missing energy events too, well…” Stupid name for them. Energy can’t go missing. We should call them “undetectable particle events”. He wiped his palms on his trouser legs. Why use inaccurate names? He watched her trying to analyse which sub-detector was giving rise to these events. Wonder what Maria will think about the name I’ve chosen for the baby? Dragomir’s not very popular in western Europe, but she did say I could–
“Dr. Zhang,” Seline called.
“Is it the Muon Spectrometer?” Shit! I should have challenged him when he started the bloody calibration run.
At the end of the room a short Chinese man stood up and peeped over one of his screens.
“Would you mind coming over here for a moment, please?” Seline called.
Michael nodded. Danny watched him walk round the outside of the room. I knew the little leprechaun had exceeded his authority. So why did I let him get away with it?
# # # #
I’m sitting here monitoring the Run and Francesco Romani is asking me “Do you have somebody in here called Michael Zhang?”
I send him down the room, wondering why the Director General has come in person to speak to a very junior scientist. Then Romani sits beside him and I go back to monitoring and I see Zhang stop the run, change the Run type from Commissioning to Calibration, then start a new Run. I’m shocked. He hasn’t asked my permission. Not only that but it’s the Team Leader’s job to stop and start a Run. But I don’t want to embarrass him in front of Romani, and anyway I guess that the Team Leader must have delegated the power to him while the rest of the team went off to breakfast. And then I get involved with another problem and I forget about it. These things happen when you’re tired. I realise I’ll look pretty stupid if I challenge him after Romani leaves. People might ask why I failed to do it earlier.

# # # #
“Are you going to suspend the run?” Danny asked as they waited for Michael to walk round. It’s your call, but if I was in charge–
“You still here? I thought you were going to see Maria?”
I’ll go when I’m sure you’ve handled the situation correctly. “I’ll stay for a minute or two. I’m really curious. I’ve never seen anything quite like this before. It’s probably an error but…” An idea flashed into his mind. “If these events are real it would mean ATLAS had found another new particle. Imagine how I would have felt tomorrow if I’d gone and missed all the fun!”
Seline shot him a long sideways glance. “Yes. Just imagine.”
What’s that supposed to mean? I’m trying to help you out, for Christ’s sake.
The crowd of excited visitors parted and the short Chinese Irishman walked through.
Seline turned to him. “We’re getting thousands of missing energy events from the Muon Spectrometer and they’re all in sector four.”
“I know.” Michael spoke slowly, carefully.
“It could be some new sort of particle,” Danny said. Do I really believe that?
“I think it is a little early to jump to that type of conclusion.” He left long pauses between phrases. “You have to remember all the drift tubes in sector four were replaced during the winter shut-down.” I hate the way this guy talks. It’s as if he’s translating it all from Chinese as he goes along. “I was just going down to the electronics room to check whether it was a network fault.”
Danny nodded. “Could be a bad connection.” You may talk funny but what you say makes sense.
“It could be a trigger fault too.”
Danny nodded at Seline. “He’ll need some help.”
“The rest of my team have gone for breakfast. They’ll be back soon.”
“We can’t wait that long.” Seline picked up the phone. “I’ll see if José’s come into work today.”
She’s going to ask Rodriguez for help. This is getting out of control. Can’t let him muscle in and take the credit. “I’ll go with him.”
Seline paused, phone in hand. “Are you sure?”
“No problem.”
“I thought you wanted to see Maria?”
“I’ll call her on the way down.” I’m sorry Maria. I have no choice. I have to be seen to excel. And Michael needs watching. This is too important to get wrong.
Seline’s eyes met his and she smiled.
What are you smiling at?
She put the phone down and stood up.
You think I don’t want to see my wife? Is that it?
“Ladies and Gentlemen.”
The scientists in charge of the sub-detectors stopped work and turned towards her. Some of them stood so they could see her over the heads of the visitors.
You think I want to stay here while Maria might be in a hospital bed?
“You heard the alarm a minute ago. We’re getting two thousand missing energy events per second in sector four of the Muon Spectrometer.”
Or even having the baby? I’ve got no choice but to stay.
“It’s probably a fault so we’re going to check it out, but I’ll have to stop beam intersection while we do the investigation.”
You think I want to stay when I’m so exhausted I can hardly keep my eyes open?
The visitors gasped and groaned with disappointment.
They’re looking at me. José Rodriguez was hovering near the ceiling. He was pointing at Danny and jeering “It’s your fault, Kissov!” Around the world hundreds of scientists huddled over computers waiting for more data, chanting in unison: “Seline’s stopped beam intersection but it’s Kissov’s fault.”
“I’m sorry,” Seline went on calmly. “I don’t have any choice. All the data we’re taking could be totally erroneous. There’s no point wasting beam particles or storing worthless data. We need to check the hardware first.”
The visitors and resident scientists began to telephone and email their colleagues, letting them know what was going on.
Wonder how long this is going to take? Danny stood up. The room began to spin. He reached out, steadied himself. “Come on then, Dr. Zhang.”
Michael turned to Seline. “Do you think I could have a word with you?”
She blinked at him. “What’s the problem?”
“I would very much prefer it if you could leave the beams intersecting.”
“Why?”
“As you know, the Muon Spectrometer is difficult to calibrate, notoriously difficult. Simply to calibrate the tubes, I have to collect a hundred million events every day.”
Seline nodded.
“This problem could easily be a calibration fault. I was able to run a part-calibration yesterday, but only using cosmic rays. That was not terribly accurate, of course, since it did not provide nearly enough data. I am in the process of re-calibrating, using the data we have taken this morning, but it is not yet complete. I still need more data.”
The two Run Co-ordinators looked at each other.
“I suppose we need to eliminate calibration faults as well as hardware or trigger faults.” Seline glanced at Danny.
He shrugged. I can’t see how a calibration fault would lead to this. But you’re in charge, Seline.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll leave the beams intersecting.”
“I’ll just shut down my systems,” Michael said with a little smile and walked back to his desk.
“He’s an odd case,” Seline whispered so the visitors wouldn’t hear. “Have you noticed the smell?”
Danny nodded. “Do you think it’s perfume?”
“I suspect he doesn’t wash too often. I heard he lives in a caravan. In the woods. Alone.”
“I’m not surprised. Which planet do you think it’s on?”

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“I thought that drift tube calibration errors led to only a one percent error in position measurement?” Danny said to Michael as they walked along the broad roadway leading from the ATLAS Control Room past the gas building to the lift head. “Could they really lead to vast numbers of fake missing energy events?” No matter how much Danny tried he couldn’t figure out how a one percent error could lead to thousands of false events every second. It just didn’t make any sense.
There was a long pause then Michael said: “Normally, you would be right, but with these new, drift tubes, it is possible, we need, a complete recalibration.”
Danny thought about this as they turned off the road and headed for the SDX1 building which housed the lift head. “Sorry,” he said, “but I don’t follow the logic of that.” He paused but Michael chose not to elaborate his answer. “And I don’t really think this is a calibration fault at all,” Danny continued. “It’s too dramatic. I would have thought an error with the triggers was more likely to cause false missing energy events.” He used his security card to open the smaller of the two doors into SDX1. “I assume that these events are false. Don’t you?”
“There are, such extraordinary numbers, of events, that we have to, assume they are faults,” Michael agreed. “We can only believe, these are real events, after we have eliminated, all other possibilities.”
“Yes. Quite. So did you check the trigger mechanism yesterday too?” Danny asked. He knew that when a muon passed through the spectrometer a special sub-system triggered ATLAS to start recording events.
“No, I have not checked, the triggers, during the shut-down. That is indeed, another possible cause, for these events.”
They reached the little grey and blue hut at the foot of the lift tower. Danny inserted his security card and stared into the iris scanner. “And I suppose it’s possible that some new type of particle has been created,” he said.
“Well that, is what everyone, is hoping for, of course,” Michael said as Danny passed through the turnstile. Danny walked into the airlock and waited for Michael to join him, thinking about the possibilities. ATLAS had been built to explore the boundaries of physics and search for new particles. It had already found several new ones in the past five years. This year they were running with a stronger magnetic field and everyone was hoping for something really exciting. “Which flavour of particle do you think it might be?” Danny said as Michael joined him in the airlock.
“Take your pick,” Michael said, pushing a button to start the air pump. “It could be, a gravitino, or a, techni-pion. Perhaps even, a squark. Theoreticians, invent new ones, every day. It is easy. I have invented, some myself.” A whirring, pumping sound filled the airlock. “I hope, you are right,” Michael shouted over the noise. “I hope, we have created, something really new, and exciting, but I am sorry, to say, I think it is, most likely, a fault. It would be amazing, if any new particle, could account, for this number, of missing energy events.”
The pressure equalised and they walked out of the airlock. Danny took two red plastic helmets off the rack, handed one to Michael and they entered the lift. “I agree that none of the particles suggested by most theoreticians could produce large numbers of missing energy events,” he said as the doors closed and they began to descend slowly towards the underground cavern. “The only particle I can think of that might be able to do it would be some sort of black hole,” he added leaning his back against the lift wall, thinking out loud.
Michael Riley stared at him with narrowed eyes, listening intently.
“I mean,” Danny rambled on as the lift hummed around them. “I know that any black holes we might ever make in ATLAS would only last for a fraction of a nanosecond.”
“Hawking radiation, would eliminate them, in much less, time than that.”
“Exactly, but suppose that for some reason a black hole could last for a much longer time, say many minutes or even indefinitely.” The more he thought about it the clearer it became. “And suppose such an object was located inside the beam pipe and was stationary in there and was close enough to the beams that it absorbed protons, or–No!” He suddenly saw it very clearly. The black hole floating nearby as the two beams of particles shot towards each other at incredibly high speed. “If the hole could create a pair of virtual particles as a proton passed by then the hole could absorb one of them and the other one would escape into ATLAS and it would appear as a missing energy event!” Yes! That would explain it! He began to wonder why Michael Riley hadn’t thought of it himself. “Energy would seem to be missing because the other particle had been absorbed by this black hole.”
The lift reached the end of it’s hundred metre descent and slowed to a halt. “That is, a very interesting, theory, Mr. Kissov,” Michael said as the metal doors clicked back, “but I think, we should check, the hardware first. Don’t you?”
“Yes of course,” Danny said as they walked out of the lift into the short white airlock, “but it’s fun to try to work out what would happen if this really was a black hole. I mean, that’s the scientific method isn’t it, making predictions?”
“What, do you think, would happen?” Michael asked.
“Well I suppose that the pair of virtual particles would be a particle and an antiparticle,” Danny said, still excited by his idea. “It would be random which one was absorbed by the black hole, so we would expect a random mixture of particles and antiparticles to emerge into ATLAS.”
“That makes sense,” Michael admitted pulling open the airlock door and holding it for him.
“Also if the black hole was stationary and off to one side from the beam then all the particles would probably emerge into one sector of the detector since their twins would all be absorbed on the other side,” Danny said, starting to sweat with excitement as they walked out into the central corridor of the USA15 cavern. “And that’s exactly what we’re seeing.”
“Interesting theory, Mr. Kissov. It’s a pity that black holes can’t last long enough.”
“Yes,” Danny said. “If they could only last for, how long is it now–” He glanced at his watch. 9:53. The alarm had sounded at 9:38. “–about fifteen minutes. If a black hole could last for fifteen minutes then we might have a solution to the mystery.” They walked a short way down the corridor to the Electronics Room. “But of course that’s impossible. Guess I’m getting carried away,” Danny said. “I’m only an engineer, not a scientist. Look, Michael, I’ve got to make a phone call. You start doing your checks. I’ll join you in a minute.”
Michael went through the Electronics Room door and Danny took his mobile phone out of his pocket, his heart still thumping from excitement but with a little puzzlement as well, and began to dial Maria’s number. He had never actually invented a scientific theory before but this all made sense to him, provided you imagined that a persistent black hole could exist. Was such a thing totally impossible? If ATLAS had created one it would be an incredible discovery. And yet Michael Riley hadn’t seemed in the least excited by the idea. He kept wondering why not as he waited for Maria to answer.