I look at the cloud, like a scaled-down interstellar nebula only right here in Earth’s atmosphere, and the many-colored lights, which pulse and flash. And what then? Do they ever recombine? I mean, do they ever become one again?
Beth only smiles, as though seeing something in me I could not possibly see myself, and lolls her head toward the Captain, at which I can read: “She asks if the colors are ever reunited.” And she winks at him.
She translates as he speaks: They can be, yes. By using a second, parallel prism, an inverted one, which recombines the colors of the spectrum.
I think about this but can only shake my head. But—I don’t get it. How is the light refracted in the first—
There is a commotion and I look down to see Engineering Officer Puckett, who has stuck his head up throu
