Chapters (93)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Map
- The Martain Calendar
- Part 1: Peacock Mountain
- Prologue
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- Part 2: Areophany
- Prologue
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- Part 3: A New Constitution
- Prologue
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- Part 4: Green Earth
- Prologue
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- Part 5: Home at Last
- Prologue
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- Part 6: Ann in the Outback
- Prologue
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- Part 7: Making Things Work
- Prologue
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- Part 8: The Green and the White
- Prologue
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- Part 9: Natural History
- Prologue
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- Part 10: Werteswandel
- Prologue
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- Part 11: Viriditas
- Prologue
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- Part 12: It Goes So Fast
- Prologue
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- Part 13: Experimental Procedures
- Prologue
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- Part 14: Phoenix Lake
- Prologue
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- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Bantam Books by Kim Stanley Robinson
- Copyright
Disconcerting in a different way was the fact that areas of Bao’s work were based on the unpublished papers of a Thai mathematician of the previous century, an unstable young man named Samui, who had lived in Bangkok brothels and committed suicide at the age of twenty-three, leaving behind several “last problems” in the manner of Fermat, and insisting to the end that all of his math had been dictated to him by telepathic aliens. Bao had ignored all that and explained some of Samui’s more obscure innovations, and then used them to develop a group of expressions called advanced Rovelli-Smolin operators, which allowed her to establish a system of spin networks that meshed with superstrings very beautifully. In effect this was the complete uniting of quantum mechanics and gravity at last, the great problem solved— if it were true. And true or not, it had been powerful enough to allow Bao to make several specific predictions in the larger realms of the atom and the cosmos; and some of these had since been confirmed.
So now she was the queen of physics— the first queen of physics— and experimentalists in labs all over were on-line to Da Vinci, anxious to have more suggestions from her. The afternoon sessions in the seminar room were invested with a palpable sense of tension and excitement; Max Schnell would start the meeting, and at some point call on Bao; and she would stand and go to the screen at the front of the room, plain, graceful, demure, firm, pen flying over the screen as she gave them a way to calculate precisely the neutrino mass, or described very specifically the ways strings vibrated to form the different quarks, or quantized space so that gravitinos were divided into three families, and so on; and her colleagues and friends, perhaps twenty men and one other woman, would interrupt to ask questions, or add equations that explained side issues, or tell the rest of them about the latest results from Geneva or Palo Alto or Rutherford; and during that hour, they all knew they were at the center of the world.
And in labs on Earth and Mars and in the asteroid belt, following her work, unusual gravity waves were noted; in very difficult delicate experiments; particular geometric patterns were revealed in the fine fluctuations in the cosmic background radiation; dark-matter WIMPs and shadow-matter WISPs were being sought out; the various families of leptons and fermions and leptoquarks were explained; galactic clumping in the first inflation was provisionally solved; and so on. It seemed as if physics might be on the brink of the Final Theory at last. Or at least in the midst of the Next Big Step.
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