As Zimmer had expected, there was no response from anybody in the class. “Now surely some of you are here, because you believe there is merit to the field of astronomy. Why should we study astronomy?”
Joram saw a rather tentative hand slowly rise down in the front, right side of the room. Professor Zimmer, clipping a lapel microphone to his tie, ventured towards the student.
“What is your name, young man?” asked Professor Zimmer.
“Farrem Tanner,” answered the young man.
“Well, Mr. Tanner,” continued the professor, with a smile, “I’m glad to see there is somebody in my class who is here for a good reason, someone who believes there is some value to this field of study. Tell me. Why should we study astronomy?”
“Well, sir,” Farrem began, “It gives us a better understanding of ourselves and our position in the universe when we study astronomy.”
“Well said, Mr. Tanner.” Zimmer nodded his approval and warmly congratulated his student for his answer and his courage to be the first to speak up on a controversial subject. “We can’t gain a comprehensive understanding of the physics which rules our world, if we limit our field of vision to the Earth. A study of geology can teach us much about the world we live in, but a study of astronomy can teach us much more about the universe we live in, can’t it?”
Zimmer returned to the center of the room, and leaned against the lectern in an attempt to provide a more casual feel and thereby encourage more participation. “Anybody else care to continue on this course of discussion?”
Another answer came from somebody sitting a couple of rows behind Joram. “Professor, there are tangible benefits as well. By understanding the forces in the universe, we are able to place satellites into orbit, which improve our quality of life.”
“Do you mean,” prodded Professor Zimmer, “that you are able to get thousands of TV stations from around the world in your dormitory lounge?”
A few laughs indicated that the class was relaxing.
“No, sir,” corrected the student. “I’m thinking about the safety of airlines that use the advanced Precision Global Positioning System and weather warning satellites to avoid collisions and hazards.”
“Very well,” nodded the professor. “Please accept my apologies for a premature judgment of your thoughts, Mr…”
“Johnson. Marrett Johnson.”
“Thank you, Mr. Johnson for your response.”
With yet another hand, Professor Zimmer acknowledged that he could see deep into the back of the arena, in spite of the track lighting which shined brightly onto the professor.
“Yes, the young lady in the back,” professor Zimmer craned and gestured to the back row.
“Professor, my name is Cintera Fernandez, and I have a relative who enjoys the benefit of occasional zero-gravity therapy sessions as a relief from severe rheumatoid arthritis.”
“That’s marvelous, isn’t it, Miss Fernandez?” began the professor. “I was thrilled to see the cost of low-orbit travel become reasonable enough in the last couple of decades to allow the passenger airline industry to venture above the atmosphere so readily. With the low-cost of extra-atmospheric travel, doctors are able to prescribe these therapy sessions that you mention. Thank you, Miss Fernandez.”
Zimmer was growing bored with all of the trite answers and decided to shift direction a little “But, class, I fail to see why any of these excuses gives us any reason to consider galaxies which reside many, many light years away from us. And yet, we’re going to be doing just that in this classroom this year. What benefits will you as a student receive by such a study?”
For the first time, Zimmer saw his students reaching deep into their intellect, straining for the answer. He was pleased with the effective result of a few moments of silence.
“Let me ask what I hope to be an easier question.” Zimmer spoke more quietly now. He had the attention of his students, but he wanted it to be more focused. “When you look at the night sky with the naked eye, you can see a few thousand stars.” He paused. “That is… when you are not standing in Pasadena, California,” Zimmer paused for the laughter to subside, “but rather on Palomar Mountain, where our university’s observatory is located just a few hours away from here, you can indeed see a few thousand stars with the naked eye. Which of these stars is closest to our own Sun?”
Joram’s heart gave a leap. Carlton Zimmer was now asking a question about his star! Joram looked around, but no hands went up to indicate knowledge of that. Come on! This was a bright group of people, and not one of them could answer that question? Maybe they were all still being too timid on the first day of class. Joram tried to keep his hand from shaking nervously as he projected it slowly into the air.
“Yes, sir,” acknowledged the professor without any apparent recollection of his earlier disapproval of the interlude between Joram and Kath. “Please tell us, if you will, the star which is closest in proximity to our own Sun.”
“That would be Proxima Centauri, Sir.” answered Joram confidently.
“That would be correct,” approved the professor. “What is your name, young man?”
“Joram Anders, sir.”
At this, the professor appeared to hesitate for just a moment, as if straining to remember why that name should sound so familiar to him. It came to him.
“Ah, yes,” interjected Professor Zimmer, “Joram Anders... from Kansas, is it?”
Joram gave a start. How on earth did one of the world’s most renowned astrophysicists know this obscure farm boy from Wichita? As if reading his mind, the professor proceeded. “Sorry, Mr. Anders, if I have concerned you by knowing more about you than you would have expected. I do assure you that I am just an astronomer, and not also a mind-reading astrologer.” Roars of laughter ensued.
“After returning from a summer in South America, I had been reviewing all of the first-year graduate applications just last week, and I happened to remember your name, because I don’t believe I’ve had the honor of instructing anyone from Kansas before, especially one with such amazing credentials with which you come to this institution.”
It was always the way Professor Zimmer treated others. He was naturally complimentary, and in spite of being one of the world’s greatest intellects was never condescending. Few ever doubted his intentions, for in the well-established career and character which he had developed, there was never any reason why he should ever have to ingratiate himself to anyone. And certainly not to a first-year graduate student from Kansas.
Before Joram had an opportunity to fumble for a response to this somewhat embarrassing recognition, the professor continued, “Mr. Anders, I suppose that you will be able to tell me the distance from our own Sun to Proxima Centauri.”
“4.2 light years, Sir.”
Zimmer whistled lowly through his lips. “So that means that if I could travel at the speed of light from Earth, I would arrive at the nearest of these thousands of stars in just 4.2 years?”
“Naturally,” responded Joram somewhat conversationally now.
The professor thought for a moment. “Are there any rest stops along the way?” More laughter.
“Mr. Anders,” implored the professor. “Why should I care about Proxima Centauri, if I could never practically travel there to see it?”
“Sir, there is much we can and have learned from the stars without having to travel to them,” responded Joram. “Besides, I thought the race was on to discover the means of interstellar travel.”
“Are you referring to all of the warp drive nonsense that the media is so colorfully pitching these days?” Professor Zimmer stared inquisitively at Joram.
Slowly responding to the professor’s question, Joram refused to commit an opinion on the matter, although he was certainly very opinionated and excited at the hopes for interstellar travel. “I’m not sure about the details or the validity of all of these projects, Professor. But it does seem like every scientist in the country is in hot pursuit of interstellar travel these day
s. Somebody must be thinking that it’s possible.” Joram paused to weigh his next words, but emboldened by the excitement of the discussion, he breached his better judgment anyway. “What do you think of interstellar travel, Professor?”
Before Zimmer could begin to formulate a response to that question, the door in the back of the room opened up, allowing a flood of sunlight to penetrate the room. Every student looked back to see a man enter the room. Joram squinted at the silhouette but didn’t recognize the man. He did suspect that he was another professor, judging by the whiteness of his hair—at least that little bit which remained on the sides of his rather bald pate—not to mention the fact that the conservative style of his attire was similar to that of Professor Zimmer. The man and Professor Zimmer exchanged nods and smiles knowingly while the man allowed the door to shut. He remained standing along the back wall, while the students returned to their previous postures.
“Let me answer that question in the following way, Mr. Anders,” began the professor. “During your course of investigation into the astronomy program here, you may have become aware of a little research project of mine involving the possibility of parallel star systems. Do you suspect that I am engaged in this activity, because of an overwhelming stack of evidence suggesting that parallel universes do indeed exist?”
The professor shook his head, and then appearing to address the man in the back of the room, he continued in a more animated manner of hand gestures and body language. “Contrary to popular opinion, living a life of science isn’t always about facts and evidence. Many very important discoveries have been made more from the hunch and imagination of the scientist than the data with which he is presented.”
His attention returned to Joram as he took two steps towards him. “Mr. Anders. Let me answer your question with a question. Do you think I would be engaged in such a research project, if I believed that interstellar travel would prove to be impossible? Do you think I would want to make a discovery of a so-called parallel solar system, and then not be able to travel there to study that star and its orbiting bodies?”
Joram’s question was answered.
At this, the professor paused for a few seconds, and the campus chime was heard ringing from some distant point. Joram looked at his watch. What? Could the entire 50-minute lecture be over already? Why, certainly no more than five or ten minutes had elapsed.
But he was wrong, and he knew it. Along with the rustle of items being haphazardly returned to backpacks and the hands of his analog wrist watch, Joram knew that his first lecture from Professor Carlton H. Zimmer had officially adjourned.
…
Professor Zimmer waited in the front of the room while all of his astronomy students left the planetarium. After the last one exited the room, he made his way up the stairs of the theater while the man in the back of the room met him half way down.
The man greeted Professor Zimmer warmly with a firm handshake. “Carlton, nice to see you. How was the trip?”
“Oh, it was fine, Ballard,” answered the professor. “But, it’s good to be back home.”
“I’ll be eager to see your official report, Carlton, but how about a preview. Any news from Chile?”
“Well, it was a busy summer down there for us, but we continued to narrow down our list of target stars in the South. We had about 800,000 stars when we started this summer, and have narrowed that list down to just under a half million. But that’s still too many to start targeting any data collection efforts using the Kepler3 telescope. I do believe, however that we have a darned good team assembled down there to continue their work and should whittle that list down by 50% before I return next summer.”
At this, Zimmer thought he’d detected a slight frown from his longtime friend and Dean of Astronomy at the University. “Ballard, you know that this is the proverbial needle in the haystack. These things don’t conclude overnight.”
“If there is a needle, Carlton,” countered Ballard with an apparent allusion to his disbelief in Zimmer’s research project.
Changing the subject, Professor Zimmer offered, “Hey, how is your son doing on the Star Transport team at the Jet Propulsion Lab?”
“I just had dinner with him over the weekend. He’s pretty stressed right now.” Ballard gladly accepted the change of direction. “He mentioned a pretty big design review coming up, and he believes that his team will get highly scrutinized this time. Although, I must say, if your research is the needle in the haystack, then I think this interstellar transportation stuff is the Holy Grail. Yes, I know… the theories abundantly support the concept of travel at the speed of light, and yet, I have a hard time swallowing the practicality of such a maneuver.”
“I believe you may have heard a similar doubt from one of the grad students just a few moments ago,” smiled Zimmer.
“Yes,” chuckled Ballard with a playful wink. “It seems you are having a harder time winning converts to your cause these days, Carlton. These kids these days come in here with their heads the size of Betelgeuse. In the old days, they used to come in respecting their professors. Now, they enter thinking they know more. But, just as will be the case of Betelgeuse, their education will explode like a supernova if they are not careful.”
“Do you know who that student was?” asked Zimmer impatiently.
Ballard looked back at the door, as if he might still be able to catch a glimpse of the student walking away from the room. “No, I only saw him from the back. Should I know him?”
“That was Anders.” Carlton lowered his voice as if worried that somebody, perhaps Joram himself, would overhear the conversation.
Ballard’s look turned serious. “You mean, Joram Anders?”
Carlton nodded.
“The kid from Kansas?”
More nodding.
“The same kid who had the highest astronomy entrance exam of any entering grad student in the last decade?”
A final nod convinced Ballard that Joram Anders was indeed a real person, and not just a figment of his imagination. He’d always had a very hard time believing the results on Joram’s exam.
“Well then, I’ll be very interested in getting to know this young man better.”
“Me too!” exclaimed Professor Zimmer.
Looking at his watch, Ballard noted, “Gotta run. I have an appointment with the NASA folks in a little bit. Hey, I have a free hour this afternoon at four o’clock. Can you meet me at my office? There is a lot to catch up on, and I want to hear about the new telescope down at Cerro Tololo.”
Carlton looked at his watch. “Sure, I’ll stop by at four.”
…
Kath and Joram emerged from the planetarium squinting from the bright Sun that was just starting to lower in the sky. He shielded his eyes with his hands, while she fumbled around her backpack searching for her sunglasses.
“Well,” Kath said casually as she put on the dark sunglasses. “It looks like my study partner selection instincts have served me well yet once again.”
“What do you mean?” Joram asked while twisting his head to see her face. It was as much an attempt to look away from the blinding Sun as it was to interpret the expression on her face.
“Let’s see,” Kath said playfully, and then lowered her voice. “Such amazing credentials you have, Mr. Joram Anders, from Kansas.” Returning to her normal voice, she explained, “I seem to recall Zimmer saying something of that nature, didn’t he?”
Joram blushed. “I would hardly consider myself the teacher’s pet just yet. And just look at my note tablet. It’s still perfectly blank!” Joram was appalled and disappointed in his lack of note-taking on the first day of class. “By the way, did you see any look on his face while we were talking at the beginning of class?”
“No,” she said honestly. She was among the rest of the students focused on synchronizing the course textbooks to their Readers at the time that Joram had spotted Zimmer looking their way.
“So, you’re from Kansas,” Kath changed the subject conversati
onally. “I’ve never been there.”
“Not surprising,” Joram admitted. “There’s not a whole lot there, you know. Just miles and miles of farmland.”
“Did you grow up on a farm?” asked Kath.
“Yeah. My father is a dairy farmer.”
“He must be so proud of you, coming here to CalTech,” Kath boasted.
“Yes, but I’m not sure that I convinced him that CalTech is any better than Wichita State,” Joram smiled upon recollecting his conversations with his father about why Joram had to go so far away.
“He kept asking me, ‘Are there any more stars over Southern California than there are here over the farm?’”
Joram enjoyed sharing the laugh with Kath as they strolled along the winding paths and well-manicured landscape of the university. Conversation came naturally to the new friends, and Joram found out much about the Southern California native, who seemed to have many interests as well as the energy to keep up with them all. She was a regular at the gym early in the mornings, unless the conditions were just right to go surfing. As an avid tennis buff, she placed fifth in a state-wide tournament in high school. Her father was a chemical engineer who spent most of his career working on alternative energy sources. She was not ashamed to admit that she was proud of his accomplishments and was quick to mention how he had helped transition the world away from its addiction to non-renewable sources of energy.
In turn, Kath was amazed to discovery that Joram had a deep love for astronomy and had amassed quite a wealth of knowledge in the field. She began to understand that it was more than just the Kansas connection that compelled Professor Zimmer to quickly recall the name of Joram Anders. She was enamored at his description of life on the farm. It was so different from her own upbringing, and she could tell that some of Joram’s physical features stemmed from his time on the farm. His golden, almost leathered complexion spoke on the amount of time he spent in the blazing sun. His broad shoulders and barrel chest were certainly the result of real work, and not that of so many other weight-lifting, muscle-pumping goons she’d met time and again at the gym. If only she’d had a dollar for each nauseating pick-up line from some arrogant muscle-flexer who assumed that every woman owed them for their existence. Of course, even she wasn’t oblivious to how much she enjoyed being attended to at the gym, and it was a fun hobby of hers to record and review her little book of pick-up lines. Even so, it still irritated her to think that these guys really believed that they could “charm” a girl through such triviality. It was just so offensive to her intelligence.
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