The Evolution of Genius: Every Night, I Get Smarter!-Chapter 97: New Facility and Forum

Mr. Henry chuckled as he responded, "Professor Sullivan, your mind seems to never rest, does it? What kind of facility are we talking about?"

I explained to Mr. Henry, "I’ll need a portion of the fusion engine’s output to maintain monopoles in a constant, controlled motion in the new facility."

"What is that going to be for?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

With a confident smile, I replied, "I’m working on a new type of cable. It’s an experimental project. I have a certain theory that I want to put to the test."

Mr. Henry nodded understandingly and suggested, "We should head to an office to discuss the details."

He turned to Mrs. Hayes and inquired, "Is Mrs. Hayes also interested?"

Mrs. Hayes looked at me and asked, "Can I join?"

I replied with a smile, "Yes, of course. If you want to."

We made our way upstairs, entering a more secluded office.

The room was neatly set up, with a shiny desk in the middle and a table off to the side.

We sat down at the table and got ready to talk about the details of my new project.

Mr. Henry, with a pen and paper in hand, prepared to take notes as he asked, "So, what exactly will you need in that facility?"

I explained, "I will definitely need to conduct Bell Test experiments in the facility."

Mr. Henry looked at me with a hint of confusion and said, "Bell Test experiments? Can you elaborate on what that entails?"

prompting Mrs. Hayes to step in.

Mrs. Hayes provided an in-depth explanation of the "two-channel" Bell test.

She illustrated the scheme where a source generates pairs of "photons," sending them in opposite directions.

Each photon encounters a two-channel polarizer, the orientation of which can be manipulated by the experimenter.

The emerging signals from each channel are then detected, and coincidences are counted by the coincidence monitor.

The detailed breakdown ensured that Mr. Henry and I were on the same page regarding the optic CHSH test and its components.

Mr. Henry asked, "Can I know what exactly this test is used for?"

I answered, "I need it to know the similarity of the properties of two entangled particles. Of course, it’s impossible to know the exact properties of both of them due to the nature of the quantum world."

Mr. Henry inquired further, "Alright. What else?"

I continued, "I’ll need a Scanning Tunneling Microscope"

"Got it" Mr. Henry noted.

I added, "And most importantly, a Quantum Key Distribution system connected to the Control interface. This will allow the movement of monopoles inside the cable to be adjusted, modulating the constants to transfer energy precisely to the designated spot."

Mrs. Hayes and Mr. Henry looked at me in disbelief, both for different reasons. Mrs. Hayes was the first to speak, "You want to transfer energy with quantum entanglement?"

I nodded, and she raised her eyebrows in a mix of surprise and skepticism.

Mr. Henry, on the other hand, seemed puzzled and asked, "First of all, what is Quantum Key Distribution?"

Mrs. Hayes glanced at Mr. Henry, shook her head, and said, "Don’t worry about it, Henry. I will explain it to you so you know what you’re doing."

We sat there for another hour as Mrs. Hayes explained the theory to Mr. Henry.

When the time came, I took out a tablet and showed them the design of the cable.

It had several layers: the deepest one was a simple fiber cable where photons would move back and forth.

On top of that was the layer of monopoles, followed by extremely miniature pistons, each the size of just 30 atoms.

These miniature pistons would be powered by the outermost layer, which was a layer of superconductors connected to nanomotors around the size of a protein molecule, or 10 nanometers.

The superconductors would be controlled by the way the energy flowed through them, inducing vibrations and moving the pistons accurately based on the given change in voltage over time.

Mr. Henry looked at the design for a while and then back at me, clearly dumbfounded.

"There seem to be quite a few issues here. Superconductors operate only at very low temperatures, and creating nanomotors with unique voltage reactions for each one would require a separate production facility. The scale of this seems crazy.", he said.

"Don’t worry too much about those details, Mr. Henry. Contact the administration team. They will handle the logistics. It might take some time, but we’ll find solutions. As for the superconductors, I’ll come up with something before we finalize the nanomotors."

Mrs. Hayes laughed at my remark.

After more discussions on the facility’s location and interior design, our meeting concluded, and I prepared to leave.

As I left the worker’s quarters and took out my phone to call for a taxi, Mrs. Hayes said, "Max, instead of a taxi, how about you visit for a cup of coffee or something?"

"I’d love to, but maybe not today. Another time, perhaps?" I answered.

She smiled, "Sure, no problem. But hold off on that taxi. I’ll give you a lift back."

Mrs. Hayes dropped me off at the abandoned house, and I made my way back to Boston.

It was still early afternoon, and as I stepped into our home, my parents were there, but Oliv was still back at the campus.

I decided to spare my father from cooking again, so I opted for a different kind of feast. I ordered a variety of dishes from a local Chinese restaurant: General Tso’s Chicken, Beef and Broccoli, Shrimp Fried Rice, and some Vegetable Spring Rolls.

As we sat around the table, enjoying our meal, my mom casually dropped a bombshell.

"So, are you planning to marry Olivia?" she said between bites.

I nearly choked on my bite, exchanging a glance with my father, who seemed to find the situation amusing.

"Well, the whole corporate aspect of marriage feels a bit strange to me. I don’t see an immediate need for it, but who knows, maybe my perspective will change in the future," I answered.

My mom just simply made a sound, "Hmmm."

My dad joined, "Your mother and I have been married for over 20 years, and we’ve never had any problems."

I smirked, "Well, I feel like I need to know a person for many years before making such a decision. You know, get properly bored of each other first."

My father laughed, "I guess so."

And with that, we continued our dinner.

Finally, when we finished I headed to my room.

I settled into my chair, opening up Physics Stack Exchange. To no surprise, around 30% of the new threads revolved around seeking clarification on portions of the new theory made by no other but this year’s Noble Prize Winner Professor Sulivan.

The Unified Quantum Theory.

It was evident that people were just starting to grapple with the complexities of the theory, as most questions centered on clarifying early concepts.

Many struggled to accept the existence of certain particles, particularly Aetherons, as I had proposed that they possessed mass and could serve as a source of energy capable of warping space.

The skeptics couldn’t fathom how such entities could remain undetected, failing to realize that the current observational methods were inadequate.

I opted to let the discussions unfold and opinions consolidate before jumping into any conversations. After all, skepticism and controversy were inevitable.

Turning my attention away from the online discussions I changed my focus to superconductors.

The current generation of superconductors operated at extremely low temperatures, close to absolute zero.

For my ambitious plans, relying on superconductors that required such extreme cooling wasn’t practical.

I needed to develop superconductors that could operate at room temperature.

The existing superconductors were suitable for testing purposes. But If I wanted to make a network of cables it would be unapplicable.

Many attempts have been made by scientists to make superconductors that work at room temperature.

There were even instances where individuals claimed to have achieved it, only for further scrutiny to reveal errors in measurement or, in some cases, outright scams.

As I delved into my research, the door to my room swung open, and Oliv’s voice broke my concentration. "Max? I’m back. Do you have some time?"

I turned around, stood up, and approached her with a smile. "Yes, of course I do."

Exiting my room, we made our way to the kitchen for some coffee.

I couldn’t help but ask, "Did anything out of the ordinary happen while you were out?"

Oliv chuckled, "Well, not really, but Rick caught me as I was leaving my classroom. He told me that Cassi is back, and she seems alright."

As I poured us coffee, I asked, "And her father? Did they detect anything unusual?" knowing full well that it was probably a case of a Jump, and they likely didn’t detect anything wrong with the man.

Oliv’s expression turned serious. "They did find a big problem. It took a while to come up with a diagnosis, but they think it’s a non-cancerous brain tumor, which caused amnesia and personality disorder."

I was flabbergasted. "Wait. What?"

So, it was only Dr. Reynolds that was taken over back then?