Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By Miriam Pia
1995 / 2010
screens crackled and went dark. Testers and timers scratched; fuses burst in those
bundles of electronic parts. Graduate students gasped and cursed. Students looked away
from their projects to their comrades. “Did you just lose power?” they asked each other.
Office doors swung wide. The advanced students and those with the prestige of
office space squinted up to the glowing neon lights and cursed in a variety of languages.
“Have you been outside recently?” the young woman replied. “Have you even
The young German man with the office without windows frowned. “No, I
haven’t.”
“Me neither,” the young woman shrugged. “Just seems probable that a storm
The German shook his head briefly, confused. Before he mustered a response
several professors burst into the laboratory with flapping ties. “Who did it?!” one of
them shouted.
“Obviously wasn’t you,” the middle aged mustached man said to the German.
His thinking was simple: Germans never do anything wrong. They work hard; they’re
perfectly well behaved and he had recruited them all himself - innocence guaranteed.
The group of them gazed around the room. An old, recently divorced for his third
time, overweight professor suddenly declared, “It’s that Czech woman! Where is she?”
He felt a huge sense of validation at finding out that there was a woman at the source of
the problem.
“She’s not in,” said her Australian aboriginal office mate. “I haven’t seen her
One of the electrical engineers that vaguely recalled how he’d unsuccessfully
tried to chat her up the previous weekend spoke up. “She’s been seen with strange people
lately,” he began, his mind thick with the latest conspiracy theories. “I’ve seen her with
“Well,” said one of the other supervisors as he patted his tie back into place, “who
else is missing?”
shrieked nervously. Since the turn of the 23rd century there had been what he felt to be an
insane devotion to wildly unlikely experimentation in the department. The EU, pushed
along by what the North Americans kept calling ‘the New Enlightenment’, had
succumbed to a massive influx of investment from private sources. No one understood it,
The Age of Fossil Fuels was over. Lunar and Martian colonization were
booming. The global and extra-global economies were very changed. The young were
euphoric with optimism. Options for travel and adventure grew like wildfire - on and off
world. Interplanetary transport and growth were political mandates. The Futurists had
gone green and the Greens had gone Futurist. This political and cultural combination
Two of the doctoral students ran off to check the main circuitry. Three of the
other students furrowed their brows and decided to pore over the computers, thoroughly
The professors continued to snarl, wince and bicker. They were rather
overworked and tended to be combative, always on the look out for how someone else’s
students were mucking up the entire department. Unbeknownst to most of the students,
they were having union problems and were under severe pressures from the
administration to radically alter the syllabi for courses in all manner of engineering
sciences. The university was also facing waves of interdisciplinary interests from
potential students, which was complicating the amazing supply of financial backing from
private industry. This made their lives very difficult and the strain showed.
complained. It was part of a course that criticized, reviewed and proposed alternative
methodologies in research. “Do you know, I’ve actually received an application from a
terrifyingly well funded M.Sc. In Philosophy - of all the bloody subjects, to do some
“Good God,” retorted another fellow, “who could possibly supervise such a
thing?”
“That’s just it,” the man continued, “the application came with an ominous letter
from Boeing, offering $350,000 to pay to find and retain both a supervisor and external
examiner if necessary. The student suggested a former CIA agent from a section of that
“You think that’s bad,” another, younger professor of engineering said. “I got an
traditional British program - except that she needs enough laboratory space to work with
fission due to some little projects the ESA has her on. Worse still, she sent some form
that apparently says that a uranium license can be obtained. I don’t know about the rest
of you, but do you know what will happen to my insurance rates if I have to tell my
“This cannot happen,” the eldest of them said. “It is not possible. Do you
understand; such a thing is not possible. It will not occur - not at this university.” His
blood pressure had risen dramatically over the preceding 2 years. His problem was that
Meanwhile, in the student bar, the Czech woman sat with her office mate, who
had found her after leaving the lab and the frustrated supervisors. “You want to what?”
he asked. Although he did not tend towards either paranoia or conspiracy, he was quite
skeptical.
“Amplify your mind and get a few readings, “ she told him through her accent. “It
understand why she might not say so, even if she wanted him. It was the 23rd century
after all. “Why,” he said flatly.
“I just need to run some tests,” she answered, oblivious to his imaginings of a
come-on line. It wasn’t that she found him ugly, but she had more interesting things on
her mind. “I know it sounds stupid, but it just might be that annoying little variable
which is messing up my equipment. If not, I won’t have wasted much time, and if so -
well, then I’ll have to discuss a change in materials with my supervisor.” She was
drinking half a pint of stout. The two of them had been sharing an office for several
weeks. Before he showed up, her equipment ran perfectly. Since his arrival one peculiar
little bug had repetitiously shown up in her systems. She had tried correcting her
software and all the other ordinary solutions already. She had concluded that the problem
There was a strange humming sound, a scuffling noise and a loud cry of triumph
from just behind the door of an electron microscopy lab. The two office mates rose and
went to look. The lab was directly across the hall from the on campus pub. From the
mechanical laboratory down the hall, the other group rushed to the scene of the ruckus.
Splayed out on his front side, lab coat opening out beside and behind him like a pair of
angel wings was the German doctoral student. “Caught the little bastard,” he growled,
“Kind of an old fashioned solution to this particular problem,” noticed the young
researchers.
“Yes,” said the oldest professor. “Let us keep this in mind - not to let our
The German’s recruiter grinned with relief. “Well done!” he proclaimed, jostling
his tie.
The young woman who had suggested a storm might be the cause brought a
rubbish bin and helped to escort the student and the rodent out of the building. Of course