09-11-2016, 09:56 AM
The quickest way to a scientist's heart was to ask her to discuss her research. Offer her a limo ride and champagne and a willing ear and she will never shut up about it.
Danika spoke at length about the Ilustris Project like she was giving a platform presentation. She talked about her time in Munich and the fellowship that inspired her current line of work. As time passed, however, she descended into the depths of technical language. She discussed dark matter and the strange particles never before seen. But really, her passions lay in the study of dark energy. She coined the term "dark flows" and talked about the wave-like energies that permeated the universe. She talked about how she used Einstein's theory of relativity as a basis to derive her new equation using the cosmological constant to study dark energy. Since she's had enough to drink by then, she admitted her desire for the equation to be named after her someday.
"Zayed's equation. God that has a good ring to it."
It was extremely poor taste to admit such a thing to one of her peers, or even to acknowledge it when another scientist suggested the honor. But she hoped it would come to be. Almost as much as she craved a Nobel Prize.
By the time the limo reached its destination, she had no idea of where they were, so engrossed in the tale as she'd been. So when she looked out the window, her brows rose high with a gasp. The Red Square loomed far and wide. The Ascendancy's monument was brightly lit, a black smudge against the red walls of the Kremlin.
Danika spoke at length about the Ilustris Project like she was giving a platform presentation. She talked about her time in Munich and the fellowship that inspired her current line of work. As time passed, however, she descended into the depths of technical language. She discussed dark matter and the strange particles never before seen. But really, her passions lay in the study of dark energy. She coined the term "dark flows" and talked about the wave-like energies that permeated the universe. She talked about how she used Einstein's theory of relativity as a basis to derive her new equation using the cosmological constant to study dark energy. Since she's had enough to drink by then, she admitted her desire for the equation to be named after her someday.
"Zayed's equation. God that has a good ring to it."
It was extremely poor taste to admit such a thing to one of her peers, or even to acknowledge it when another scientist suggested the honor. But she hoped it would come to be. Almost as much as she craved a Nobel Prize.
By the time the limo reached its destination, she had no idea of where they were, so engrossed in the tale as she'd been. So when she looked out the window, her brows rose high with a gasp. The Red Square loomed far and wide. The Ascendancy's monument was brightly lit, a black smudge against the red walls of the Kremlin.