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Part 3: Professor Einstein’s Light Machine (The Ending)
Part 3 is the conclusion of this short story series.
Excerpts from this podcast:
"The Professor returned to New Jersey under federal escort. When he was still at the monastery, two FBI agents met with him and explained he needed to return to the United States immediately for questioning and for his own protection. They told him handcuffs wouldn’t be necessary if he cooperated. Of course he cooperated. He was a professor, and an anxious one at that. He didn’t have it in him to resist."
"“Yes,” Einstein said. “My whole life I’ve been anxious about consequences, about being wrong. It crippled me. I was always afraid of failure, of being exposed as less capable than people assumed. Academia can do that to you. Religion can as well. One mistake, one bad result, and suddenly your students see it, your peers see it. You always see it within yourself. I lived with a kind of quiet perfectionism that kept me cautious. And when you two arrived, moving quickly, not worrying about how it would be received, it unsettled me. I didn’t measure up to that kind of certainty. I mistook your confidence for recklessness, but really it just showed me how careful I had always been.”
"Princeton had one more chance to make something of the machine. One last production for the world. Molly and Jason were offered millions to participate, to start it again and show, live, what history might look like if light could be folded back on itself.
They had no real confidence it would work. The machine had always keyed to Einstein. Every calibration, every successful projection, had resolved to him. There was no clear way to reset that. When the system locked in, it locked to his timing, his parameters. Even gone, he still seemed to dictate the terms.
They agreed to try anyway, but only on fixed terms: ten million each, paid up front, not contingent on results. Contracts were drafted and signed. Princeton accepted. Netflix cleared its schedule and built weeks of programming around the event—documentary segments, interviews with physicists, theologians, historians, commentators. By the night of the broadcast, viewership projections had climbed into the billions. The expectation was that nearly half the world would tune in live, the rest catching fragments, replays, and commentary in the hours that followed."
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By ContemplateBooks.comPart 3 is the conclusion of this short story series.
Excerpts from this podcast:
"The Professor returned to New Jersey under federal escort. When he was still at the monastery, two FBI agents met with him and explained he needed to return to the United States immediately for questioning and for his own protection. They told him handcuffs wouldn’t be necessary if he cooperated. Of course he cooperated. He was a professor, and an anxious one at that. He didn’t have it in him to resist."
"“Yes,” Einstein said. “My whole life I’ve been anxious about consequences, about being wrong. It crippled me. I was always afraid of failure, of being exposed as less capable than people assumed. Academia can do that to you. Religion can as well. One mistake, one bad result, and suddenly your students see it, your peers see it. You always see it within yourself. I lived with a kind of quiet perfectionism that kept me cautious. And when you two arrived, moving quickly, not worrying about how it would be received, it unsettled me. I didn’t measure up to that kind of certainty. I mistook your confidence for recklessness, but really it just showed me how careful I had always been.”
"Princeton had one more chance to make something of the machine. One last production for the world. Molly and Jason were offered millions to participate, to start it again and show, live, what history might look like if light could be folded back on itself.
They had no real confidence it would work. The machine had always keyed to Einstein. Every calibration, every successful projection, had resolved to him. There was no clear way to reset that. When the system locked in, it locked to his timing, his parameters. Even gone, he still seemed to dictate the terms.
They agreed to try anyway, but only on fixed terms: ten million each, paid up front, not contingent on results. Contracts were drafted and signed. Princeton accepted. Netflix cleared its schedule and built weeks of programming around the event—documentary segments, interviews with physicists, theologians, historians, commentators. By the night of the broadcast, viewership projections had climbed into the billions. The expectation was that nearly half the world would tune in live, the rest catching fragments, replays, and commentary in the hours that followed."