observatory in Hawaii. He did a quick render to simply mark the points he needed in order to highlight the Australian mistake on the five frames of misplaced data.
The images came up rough and he narrowed his eyes. Paula actually put his fingers on the screen to trace out the points. He chewed at the inside of his mouth as he rough rendered them again. The rendering came up a second time identical to before. The data was being read correctly; it was just that the data couldn’t be right.
Paulo initiated a more detailed imaging of the data. This couldn’t be right. If anything, the Hawaiian numbers were further off than Australia. It was as if he was looking at an image of the sky from weeks, months, or years earlier. It wasn’t the whole sky though.
Dr. Restrepo leaned in closer. He put his finger on the screen again. He zoomed in twice. There were afterimages. Along a certain line he was seeing two images of the same stars in two different positions. He would attribute it to a fault in their lens, but he had already found the anomaly from two different observatories without even truly looking for it.
Paulo stopped the data download and widened the data pull to include the sections of space outside the visual range of the distortion.
He searched through the databases and pulled every image from the time references from the key sectors of the sky that were available. It was not a lot of data, but it was a lot to fully image. He would need to contact the observatories to request all the data.
Paulo needed more hard drive space.
He dialed the director and waited. “Yes, sir, sorry to bother you. I need longer for my session this week. I desperately need that data … Yes, sir, I understand, but I wouldn’t ask, if it wasn’t vital. I do a lot for this observatory and I feel I’ve earned a little leeway … Yes, sir … Can I at least be granted more drive space between now and my session, so I can make the most of that time? … Yes, sir, right away, please … Thank you.”
Dr. Paulo Restrepo smiled as he hung up. It was a dirty trick to play on the director under his current level of stress, but it got him what he needed. He would also now be less likely to bump Paulo’s time.
Paulo opened up a wider allotment for his downloads and imaging and the process started moving faster. He licked his lips and realized if he found the distortions in the images from more sources, he was going to need to redirect his session toward a different section of sky.
He decided that he couldn’t possibly have been the only one that identified a distortion in space that changed the visual references of the stars to their relative positions at a different point in time. He didn’t even know of an anomaly that could do that.
Paulo opened his browser to search for news that would give him clues or show a pattern in occurrences. A particular one got his attention.
“New pill is created in Switzerland. European webnews article extract.”
After retiring from a Chemical Engineering position in a company in Switzerland, Julien thought he should try to come up with one or two inventions that would help humankind. He also wanted to be remembered for his good deed after he was gone.
Julien and his three other retired and happy friends liked to meet once a month and talk about the old days and sports, followed by lots of laughing and lots of beer. They met in a small, charming restaurant on 8th Avenue in Geneva. The restaurant offered a delicious aged cheese as dessert and no one could say no to it. The only adverse effect was the flatulence it caused on the hosts.
Julien and his friends had so much flatulence at the end of the meal, it always ended up irritating guests on the tables nearby and the restaurant smelled noxious for some time.
So Julien had this novel idea - why not invent a pill that makes flatulence smells like chocolate?
Julien went back to his lab at home and worked hard on his new invention. The pill was
Douglas E. Schoen, Melik Kaylan