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more strange,” Gabriela pointed out, “it said that the now mysterious Benjamin Planck will know how to communicate with The Object. Tell me David, would you know how to communicate with The Object?”
         “Good question.”
         As Gabriela headed back to the kitchen, she asked, “What are you up to today?”
         As David headed to the bathroom to take a shower he said, “I’m meeting with Dr. Wheeling and then I guess I’m going to try and figure out who Benjamin Planck is….you know that name sort of rings a bell in my brain. I think I’ve heard it before. “
         “Well if he’s not in Google he doesn’t exist.”
         “That’s not entirely true.”
         As she drank her coffee she thought about how good it was to see her longtime boyfriend excited about a project. Too often he was in between projects and not really doing anything. He didn’t have steady income and though he was a brilliant writer, he didn’t get paid much for what he wrote – not living in New York City kind of income. She had to admit he wasn’t good marriage material. At least according to her mother. Her mother had really been getting on her lately about that. Her parents wanted grandchildren. She was starting to want a baby too and that definitely meant getting married first. Her old world parents would kill her if she wasn’t married.
         David was the problem. The very thing she loved about him, his easy way about doing things and that he never got mad at her – unlike her strict parents when she was growing up – was the flip side of his lack of drive and ambition. And he loved her, she knew that – even though she was quite hard on him at times – and usually she regretted it afterwards. Still she still had hopes for him. If he ever found something to really sink his teeth into, he could be as big a success as anyone in the big competitive city they lived in. She was sure of that – well mostly sure.
     
     
     
     
     
     
         When David entered Dr. Wheeling’s office at Columbia, the Nobel winner was frowning at an equation he had written on the large whiteboard hanging on the side wall. The physicist was tall and thin and slump shouldered. His dark hair was sprinkled with gray and pulled back in a short ponytail. His eyes were almost crystal blue and wide spaced. Though approaching 60 years old, he radiated an intensity and energy that was off-putting to anyone who wasn’t used to being around him. He had won his Nobel Prize for work he had done years earlier that had led to the reduction of the amount of heat generated by electronic devices – work that he now casually dismissed as ‘practically engineering.’ Like many others in the field he was enthralled with chasing the holy grail of the “T. O. E.”: the Theory of Everything that would unite the world of physics.
         Without turning away from his work on the whiteboard, Wheeling said to David, “Have you decided to come back to physics yet and leave your stupid writing business? Such a waste of a good mind!”
         “Still writing Professor -- which is why I’m here. I’m writing about The Object – specifically about the science of it. I hoped you might have some ideas.” As he spoke David sat down on a chair across from where Dr. Wheeling was standing. From past experience he knew the professor liked to stand or sit on his desk while having David sit on that particular chair – hopefully raptly attentive to the professor’s every word. David didn’t mind – most of what Wheeling had to say was well worth listening to.
         Wheeling wrote a few notations on the whiteboard, then stared at the work and nodded his head up and down a few times. With his skinny frame, long neck and thin face he looked a bit like a crane bobbing for a fish. Then he turned to face David and nodded his head a few times more and said, “The science of The Object …. By which of course you mean the physics