The Stars are Tiny Lights on a Perfect Black Dome“Chancellor, it's Zend, at the University. One of your research students. I think you should come and see something.”
The voice on the other end of the line was groggy. The Chancellor didn't bother to keep the irritation from his voice. “Are you aware what hour it is, Zend?”
“Sorry, yes, it's late, I know. Or I mean early, depending on how you look at it.”
“Have we inadvertently fabricated another black hole in Astrophysics? Has the Bio lab released a pathogen capable of eliminating all known life in the galaxy? Because if it's anything less than either of those things I'm not going to be pleased, Zend. Not at all.”
“It's … it's nothing like that, Chancellor. Something rather more… philosophical has cropped up.”
“Philosophical! At this
