Dark Genius
by H.
Peter Alesso
GENRE: Fiction
BLURB:
To the insatiably
curious—science is the greatest adventure. So, when scientists at CERN announced
the discovery of the ‘God’ particle in 2012, all the world wondered, “How did
they find it?”
A decade later,
despite his past academic failures and egregious family circumstance, Andrew
Lawrence embarked on a journey of discovery, competing against rival scientists
to be the first to solve the greatest unsolved mystery of the universe—dark
matter—and win the ultimate prize; the Nobel.
Emma Franklin, a PhD
candidate at Harvard, developed software for detecting particle reactions using
a quantum computer. To the amazement and excitement of the scientific
community, her work revealed two possible bumps in the energy curve that were
not predicted by any established theory.
At MIT, Lawrence
created a model that predicted the scattering processes of a dark matter
supersymmetry particle. Though his early work was disparaged, he improved his
theory and found that it predicted the data Emma had discovered. Their
professional collaboration deepened into a personal relationship, but when
critical data was stolen, Emma found evidence that incriminated Lawrence.
Though she withheld the impeaching material from the authorities, she felt she
could no longer trust him.
Despite their
troubled partnership, and notwithstanding the complexities of nature, Lawrence
and Emma persevered against the egos, jealousy, and envy of rivals, on their
exhilarating quest to find the ‘Holy Grail’ of physics
Excerpt:
I thought all was lost—now I have a
second chance.
With a profound sense of relief,
Andrew Lawrence slide his tablet into his shoulder holster and walked briskly
along the Boston sidewalk. His past academic failures and egregious family
circumstances were behind him. He was ready for a fresh start.
Tall, slender, and dark-haired, he
listened to the clicking and clacking of shuffling shoes on the pavement as
students jostled alongside him. The hint of autumn from the cool morning air
brought a frenzy of activity to the sprawling campuses of both MIT and Harvard
which nurtured a flourishing rivalry among their ambitious students. He could
feel the undercurrent of tension for the start of the fall term.
By the time he crossed Longfellow
Bridge, his adrenaline was pumping. He noticed several eight-man sculls already
rowing down the Charles River, their school colors plainly visible. Squinting
his eyes against the glare, he could make out the MIT and Harvard boats vying
for the lead, stroke by stroke.
Striding across the rambling campus,
his lips concealed a secret smile as he contemplated a revolutionary solution
to a problem he had been daydreaming about. When he swung around a corner, he
ran smack-dab into a young woman. Her armload of books, papers, and assorted
technology flew into the air and scattered across the walkway.
“Sor . . . sorry.”
“You should be,” the woman said, her
face screwed into a tight scowl. “Your head was in the clouds.”
Lawrence opened his mouth, but
before he could speak, she pointed down and said, “See what you’ve done?”
She stooped and frantically tried to
corral her absconding belongings.
“Let me help,” said Lawrence,
grasping some loose papers about to blow away.
Spying her tablet on the grass, she
exclaimed, “Oh no! All my work.”
Carefully, she picked up the device
and turned it on, tapping her fingers impatiently until the screen lit up. She
heaved a sigh and looked Lawrence directly in the eyes. “You’re lucky. Sooo . .
. lucky.”
Lawrence mumbled another apology and
helped her pick up the last few books.
As she struggled to reorganize her
treasures, Lawrence brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes and for the
first time cast an appraising glance at the young woman.
She was attractive.
It wasn’t that she was a striking
beauty—though her smooth white skin, olive green eyes, and classic profile
complemented the hazelnut hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Nor was her
carriage especially eye-catching, though she displayed an appealing youthful
vitality. No, what seemed most appealing was her confident determined poise, as
if she possessed a special hidden talent.
“You really should use a backpack.”
“The lining ripped,” she retorted.
Seeing the logos on her tablet’s
screen, Lawrence asked, “Harvard? Math?”
“I can tell by your tone that you’re
MIT,” she said, her eyes flashing.
Lawrence grinned, “Physics.” As an
afterthought, he asked, “What are you doing on this campus?”
“Well, Mr. Physics, that’s none of
your concern.”
Something in the way she said it,
caused him to laugh.
They faced each other in a stand-off
for a long moment—saying nothing.
Then the young woman heaved a sigh,
gathered her possessions to her chest, and brushed past him.
Lawrence watched her figure
disappear into the crowd.
Damn. I didn’t get her name.
As he turned to leave, something
shiny on the ground caught his eye. It was a flash drive.
Picking it up, he spun around and
called, “Wait!”
But she was gone.
He looked at the memory stick,
thinking . . .
I’ll have to crack her password, if
I’m going to see her again.
AUTHOR Bio
and Links:
As
a scientist and author specializing in technology innovation, H. Peter Alesso
has over twenty years research experience at Lawrence Livermore National
Laboratory (LLNL). As Engineering Group Leader at LLNL he led a team of
scientists and engineers in innovative applications across a wide range of
supercomputers, workstations, and networks. He graduated from the United States
Naval Academy with a B.S. and served in the U.S. Navy on nuclear submarines
before completing an M.S. and an advanced Engineering Degree at M.I.T. He has
published several software titles and numerous scientific journal and conference
articles, and he is the author/co-author of ten books.
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1 comments:
Thank you for hosting. I hope some of those who have enjoyed by earlier work will try this new book.
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