Warp speed

too bad, either.

Jim came over to me and asked, 'She's pretty cool, huh?'

'Who? Colonel Ames?' I asked. 'I guess so.'

Jim furrowed his brow at me.

'Not her! Oh . . .' He paused and looked back and forth between Tabitha and myself. Then did it again. 'Ha! You like her!'

'Hey, shut up. How many of those have you had anyway?'

'Beers or burgers? Anson likes the astronaut!'

'Either. What, are we twelve now?'

'I know you are but what am I?' He laughed.

Then it dawned on me. 'If you didn't mean Tabitha, who the heck were you talking about?'

'Never mind! And he's supposed to be the smart one,' he muttered sarcastically, pointed his thumb at me, and walked away.

'Hey, you're not driving home are you?' I halfheartedly scolded to his back.

Most of the students had left by sometime around eleven, and I was beginning to feel my age and my ribs. So, I decided it would be best to sit in a lounger on the patio, watch the stars, nurse my ribs, and finish off another beer or three. Unfortunately, my bottle was getting low on beer and I was getting low on get-up-and-go. So, I sat there watching for satellites and falling stars. I laughed at the thought of that, a falling star. The cosmology of that being very silly, I corrected myself and started looking for meteors. I heard a whirring from the back part of the yard. My autodome had turned on and the telescope door began to open.

'Jim must be showing off the observatory,' I said to no one in particular as I toasted the autodome with the backwash left in my bottle. It was a great night for it. Astronomy, not backwash.

Jupiter and Saturn were almost dead overhead. It was so clear. I would've sworn I could see one of Jupiter's moons with unaided eyes. I new that wasn't what Jim would be looking for since nobody went out to aperture down the telescope. You see, Jim and I built a 3.5 meter Newtonian in a truss style Dobsonian Alt-Az mount. It is completely automated from my PC inside the house and is connected via an ultrawideband wireless local area network. The datalink is about four hundred gigabytes per second. The telescope has two optical paths. One runs to a charge coupled device (CCD) camera and the other to a microminiature spectrophotometer. I wanted one of these all my life but could never afford a glass mirror that large. When the small companies came out with composite very large optics in about '06 I knew it was time to start. The dome cost about two thousand bucks and the wireless LAN and computer system and other electronics were about that each. The primary mirror ran me back about six grand. After about four years of tinkering and adjusting and buying new gadgets one piece at a time, I had about fifteen thousand total in it. Hey, I know guys with golf clubs that cost as much. Heck, my dad has a bass boat that cost him more than twenty-five thousand bucks and it's a mid-range one! Then he built a new garage just for his boat; no telling how much that cost. But, my hobby can actually add real knowledge to mankind.

In fact, Jim and I found a planet around one of our local stellar neighbors about a year ago. We figured out a very subtle difference in the spatial coherence of the light from the star versus that of a large planet. It basically gave us a Michelson's stellar interferometer with much better resolution. There were some other tricks required, but once Jim and I calculated the right matched filter we could pull a Uranus-sized planet out of the background of its star. Provided that the planet was more than four astronomical units from its sun. So, we were lucky. Our hobby turned out to be of some importance—maybe? If we ever build a warp drive we should go where there are planets. Doesn't that make sense? At least it's fun in the meantime.

Anyway, I could tell that Jim was driving; the telescope went from one Messier object to another. Jim was putting on a grand tour for someone. He usually does that to show off even though the computer really does it. All a human has to do is hit the On button and run the Messier program.

I watched the sky and listened to the crickets and the whirring motors of the observatory. The three red flashing lights on the Saturn V rocket caught my eye off to the southeast. Come May the trees would fill out and the rocket would be obstructed from view.

I was in a peaceful mood—not really contemplative just peaceful. The vision of the whiteboard with the warp equations came to mind.

Somehow, I thought. We could build the power supply now, even if it does have to be a cube half the size of Alabama. Images of the Borg cubes from Star Trek: The Next Generation came to mind. I found that humorous for some reason. Then a very bright object popped into view traveling from the south to the northwest. I watched for a second or so making up my mind what it was. Just as I was about to decide I was interrupted.

'There is ISS right on time.' Tabitha stretched her neck left then right, and sat down in the lounger beside me. 'Here, I thought you might need this.' She handed me a fresh beer.

What a woman! I hope I didn't say that out loud. Instead I hope what I said is, 'You scared the living shit out of me!'

'Sorry. You're missing quite a show in there.' She pointed in to the den.

'Yeah. Well, they are missing the real show out here. Besides, been there . . .'

'You have a cool place here, Anson.' She took a draw from her own bottle. Not sure what it was. Some kind of lemonade thing, I think.

'Thanks, ma'am! We aim to please. You aim too, please!'

'I beg your pardon?'

'Sorry. Just a little men's room humor. Don't rightly know where I picked that up, but I've been saying that since I was twelve.'

She smiled, 'Oh, I get it. Men!' It was too dark to see it, but I know she shook her head and made that face all women make when discussing men.

'I can't believe you've actually been there.' I half-heartedly pointed at the now fading International Space