Chapter 5i^2
He forgot to even fire up the laser. He just stared at the ceiling and doubted himself. Maybe he was wrong all along, maybe it wasn’t possible to make a lattice of light without leakage. Light is weird, light is… a wave and a particle, light is the speed limit of the universe. Sure you can make it do weird stuff, like bend around a gravity well or force it to turn into a pseudocrystal for a while, but you can’t really contain it.
It spills out, like milk from a fallen bottle. And there is no use crying over spilt milk.
He looked back at Matlab. Nothing new. One more day closer to the funding review. One more day closer to the age of thirty.
He might as well spend the time with his son.
He went downstairs and found Georgie playing with a toy screwdriver for children handy
