Less than three per cent of the people at CERN were actual physicists. The site employed masses of engineers, electricians, low temperature specialists, just for instance. How else could CERN have functioned?
“But you are English?”
“My mother is Belgian. I went to school in Liege for a few years.”
“So you’re a bureaucrat, not a physicist.”
“I’m fairly familiar with what we’re doing scientifically at CERN. As are most of the staff.”
“Is anyone here a scientist?” demanded the German, but everyone shook their heads.
“Miss Hughes, was any important experiment at CERN scheduled for today?”
“All the experiments are important, and they happen constantly. But it can take a bit of time to interpret results.”
“Your physicists are trying to recreate the earliest primitive state of the universe, is that not so?”
“That’s an important part of it.”
The superintendent pulled out his mobile and jabbed, but then he frowned at its screen; whereupon he resorted to a fixed line phone on the desk, before gesturing helplessly, non-plussed. Quickly I discovered that my own mobile had no signal. Nor did those of others in our party. We were cut off.
“Did you observe,” our German asked me, “that the enormous
I nodded. “I think I saw two of them join into one, and another suddenly divide into two.”
Ruefully: “I missed that. This suggests to me that both sizes are iterations of the same thing. Assuming that we were indeed watching reality, not a hoax.”
“Iterations?”
“The repetitions of a process, for instance in a computer program, or in fractal geometry such as the Mandelbrot set where the same figure is generated at ever diminishing scales. Or the pattern of a
“You ain’t kidding about chaos!” cried a buxom American woman. “That was chaos from hell itself we saw in New York. Hell has broken through into the world! This is the end time
“Verily it
“Be calm, madam, sir,” said our German. “We must analyse. That is why we have brains.”
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“I am Thomas Henkel, a historical novelist of some reputation, but I have wide-ranging interests, particularly in the history of science present and past, including Chinese, which I taught myself. This is my spouse Angela.”
“I’ll see if our bus is waiting for us,” announced Gabriella, perhaps clinging to a lifeline of routine.
“Excellent idea,” said Henkel, and we all filed out quickly in her wake.
The gateway, and that shimmery mist pressing upon the entrance. Gabriella strode towards and into the mist, promptly disappearing; just a moment later she was returning, and gaping at us all.
“I did not turn round!” she cried out. “Mother of God,
“Come back here,” Henkel said in a consoling, though authoritative tone. “We must all stay together now.” He alone was standing still, tall on a step, while the rest of us milled about. “Listen to me, while you, Gabriella, translate for your countrymen. If this is no hoax, such as we saw on the television before it failed, and if we are not somehow miraculously protected by nothing external being able to enter here, analogous to Signora Vigo being unable to leave — an assumption that we dare not make! — and if those
This certainly made sense, as did the wisdom of acting in an organised manner as regards morale, which might have been Henkel’s major motive. Major or general, I thought. Well, someone needed to take charge.
“Miss Hughes,” he called out to me, “I need an aide, or rather an adjutant.” So Henkel was indeed thinking of himself as a sort of high- ranking officer. “I believe your job qualifies you. We shall see to introductions and assess our skills just as soon as we are all armed.”
From a storeroom near the entrance we were soon equipped, like some band of medieval peasants cajoled to war, with spades, various forks, a scythe, a couple of sickles, shears that could stab, hammers. I myself took a fork and Henkel a spade that could deliver a flat blow as well as jabbing or slicing; and now our impromptu general could get on with formal introductions, to the extent that we hadn’t already spent a whole morning together informally. Dutifully I listed the names and occupations in a notebook taken from the office.
Thomas Henkel, historical novelist, German
Angela Henkel, ex-archivist, researcher, German
Hans-Ulrich Kempen, literary translator, German
Sally Hughes, CERN administrator, British
Gabriella Vigo, guide, Italian
Rudolfo Grasso, cemetery superintendent, Italian
Gianni Celle, cemetery assistant, Italian
Jimmy Garrett, evangelic Protestant pastor, American
Mary-Sue Garrett, business secretary, 1970s Kansas beauty queen, American
Paul Goldman, Harvard University Press, American
Betsy Goldman, romantic novelist, American
Alice Goldman, their teenage daughter, American
Wim Ruyslinck, architect, Dutch
Anne Gijsen, art student, Dutch, Wim’s girlfriend
Dionijs Ruyslinck, Wim’s elder brother, computer assieted designer, Dutch
Nellie van Oven, art historian, Dutch
Anders Strandberg, bank manager, Swedish
Selma Strandberg, financial consultant, Swedish
Bruce Ballantyne, wine merchant, Australian
Jack Ballantyne, teenage son, Australian
Iain Mackinnon, gap year student of geography, Scottish
Katie Drummond, ditto but archeology, Scottish, Iain’s girlfriend
Laszlo Michaleczky, computer programmer, on honeymoon, Hungarian
Zsuzsa Michaleczky, lawyer, on honeymoon, Hungarian
Our ages ranged from a guesstimated 65 for our general down to 15 or 16 for the American girl Alice who kept chewing at her lip, looking scared, scythe in hand. Fortunately there were no small children among us.
“Here is our defensible base,” announced Thomas Henkel, gesturing at the office and other structures beside the gate. “Next we must consider water and food and toilet facilities.”
An enquiry by Gabriella quickly elicited from Rudolfo that only some bread and sausage and cheese was in the office, although of course the building contained a toilet. Gianni went back inside, and emerged to declare that a tap was producing water at about half the usual pressure.
“At least there’s water,” said Gabriella.
“Not to be wasted in a toilet,” said Henkel. “We shall resort to latrines in the grounds, behind trees or bushes. We have ample digging tools.”
The two Scottish students had wandered, whispering, to the near end of the innermost gallery of slabs and statues.
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