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Prologue
ou’re obstinately obsessed,” they would say. “You can’t go
“Y on like this. Forget it, or you’ll end up insane.”
He wasn’t sure if they were warning him about his theories or the
girl. Perhaps both. But, of one thing he was sure: they would never
accept his ideas.
The concept was way removed from current thinking, and no one
in the fields of general relativity and quantum physics paid the slightest
attention to any of his papers.
His age was no help. He was considered neither old enough nor
wise enough to propound upon such matters or to put forward such
preposterous theories—their words, of course, not his.
As often happened whenever he reflected upon that period of his
life, he was transported back to the time, imagining himself sitting on
the stool in his study, letting it swivel slowly so that he could survey the
walls of the room as they passed before his eyes: walls covered with a
mixture of charts, newspaper cuttings, and posters.
The charts were his, the product of his youth and long hours
working on complex projections, using modelling techniques developed
on his network of bio-electro computers.
xi | Neil Mavrick
