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I was sure this person had to be Bohr. It just had to be, or someone like him. At least that's what I hoped for. What an opportunity such a meeting would give me for getting some more pointers!
We came to a gigantic dome after the swim. The dome appeared to be made of Martin's metal, a metal that looked like the small block I had seen in the ship, except this time it was more golden in color. Of course it was polished to the same, fine perfection. Or was this its natural state?
"That's Bohr's museum," Martin explained.
"Of course it is," I replied mechanically. I didn't know what to expect. Once we were inside, walking became difficult on the super polished surface that was more slippery than the slickest ice. Still, that posed not a great problem. I stepped back, took a run at the entrance, and swoosh; I skittered down the long corridor that extended from the entranceway. The corridor was actually a channel cut through boxes and shelves full of stuff of every description. The place looked like a warehouse, more than a museum. At the center of the dome were people, quietly milling around. I figured that Bohr would most likely be among them.
"Watch out!" I yelled, "I can't stop!" Someone jumped out of my way as I sailed by. "You've brought too much baggage with you," Martin cried after me. I knew what he meant. The baggage consisted of a brain-load of invalid concepts. Just in time, I remembered the Bohr/Miller effect. It enabled me to stop, but just inches away from crashing into the far wall.
"Very good!" said Martin after I had come back. He introduced me to everyone...
"And this is Olaf," said Martin, pointing to a small elderly man with an extremely short neck and an almost perfectly round face. "We usually call him Bohr," he said. "We call him Bohr in honor of the famous theoretical physicist Niels Bohr, our one time professor at the days back in Stockholm."
Our Bohr didn't react to this introduction. He kept on talking to the person he was in conversation with. I noticed his eyes were unusually alive when he talked, maybe more so than Albert Einstein's might have been.
"Have you ever met Albert Einstein," I asked Olaf that Martin called Bohr. I asked when he stopped talking. I immediately added a question about how he felt I might help humanity to get out of its nuclear nightmare that Einstein had started.
Bohr stood up and ran some fingers through his hair. "Unfortunately we have all met Albert," he replied in a slight accent. "Albert was the black sheep of the family...."
"A black sheep!" I interrupted him, "You must be mistaken, Albert Einstein was a great man who merely unleashed something that may destroy humanity. He may have imposed an impossible challenge...."
"Great, my foot!" Bohr interrupted. "A great fool he was, yes, he gave his children matches without the scientific foundation of how to control fire," said Bohr. "The fool had no compassion for humanity," he added. "He called himself a scientist, and as you said the whole world called him that, but being without compassion, what a scientist could he be? He pushed humanity into the complex domain in terms of physics, but he left the door to the complex domain closed in term of the principle of universal love. Humanity needs to stand in the complex domain with both feet, not just one. That's why no one can take any decent steps forward. The way I see it, humanity will tear itself to pieces trying to move in two different universes at the same time. Carl Gauss was a much better man than Albert was. Carl opened the gates to the complex domain in terms of advanced mathematical concepts. He also knew that humanity was too narrow-minded to live in the complex domain. So he wrote a thesis on the theme and called all the great minds of his time a bunch of fools. That opened a few people's eyes. But Albert didn't even do that much. He should have presented the principle of universal love that was needed to use his physical discovery. But he wasn't a scientist, was he? He didn't know what love is. Also his theories on physics were incomplete."
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