[The Man Who Changed History] - Prologue - The Demise Of The Genius Scientist

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In the opulent confines of a hotel room in the heart of Berlin, Germany, a bald man was engaged in a perplexing problem. He was muttering to himself, frustration etched on his face, as he tried to make sense of the calculations spread out before him. The room was a chaotic mess, with sheets of paper strewn haphazardly about.

Suddenly, an idea struck the man. With renewed focus, he set about applying his theoretical knowledge to the task at hand. As he worked, his muttered curses gave way to a fevered excitement. He was getting closer, he could feel it.

Time seemed to slip away as the man delved deeper into his calculations, trying one formula after another until finally, with a triumphant shout, he found the solution. The joy of his success was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but jump around the room, grinning from ear to ear.

Despite the mess he had made in his excitement, the man felt a sense of satisfaction and pride in his accomplishment.

Completely oblivious to the disarray around him, the man clutched the paper in his hands and began to jump up and down in giddy excitement. He was like a child on Christmas morning, overcome with joy at the sight of his favorite toy.

Suddenly, there came a series of sharp knocks on the door, each one echoing through the quiet hallway like a gunshot.

* KNOCK *

* KNOCK *

* KNOCK *

The sound was insistent and urgent, and the man inside the room knew that he couldn't ignore it.

"Professor!" a voice called out. "Professor Cranley! Are you there?"

"Professor Cranley!" the voice called again, growing more frantic by the second.

The man stopped his jumping and turned to face the door. As the bald man clutched the paper in his hands, he walked towards the door, his mind still racing with the excitement of his recent breakthrough. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of a lanky man of African descent, dressed in an expensive suit.

"Good evening, Professor Cranley!" the man respectfully greeted him, his eyes shining with a look of admiration and awe.

"Good evening to you as well, Albert!" the bald man replied warmly, his gaze sweeping up and down the man's form. "You look quite sharp tonight. Have you made any progress with your research?"

The man sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "No, Professor," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I just can't seem to break through this mental block. It's like there's some invisible wall blocking me from finding the solution."

But the bald man was not deterred. With a reassuring pat on his student's shoulder, he offered a word of encouragement. "Don't worry, Albert. You've been my student for five years now. Take a deep breath and try to approach the problem from a different angle. You never know, you might just find the solution you've been searching for."

The bald man's eyes scanned the vacant hotel hallway, his mind still racing with mathematical equations and theoretical concepts. Turning to his student, he said, "What if you tried using the hypotenuse of triangle A instead of triangle B? You could use it to calculate the value of X using the integral method."

As his student stood still, deep in thought, the bald man could practically see the gears turning in his head. Suddenly, a look of realization dawned on Albert's face, and he began to stutter with excitement.

"Professor! I need to go! I think I found a way to solve it!" he exclaimed, feeling the invisible wall around his mind shattering into pieces.

But before he could run off, he remembered something important. "Wait, Professor! The organizing team sent me to let you know that you're 15 minutes late for the presentation! You have to hurry!"

The bald man couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched his student sprint off to his room. He had given him a simple suggestion, and the young man had immediately calculated a solution. It was moments like these that reminded him of why he loved teaching so much.

Glancing at his watch, the bald man realized he was already 15 minutes late for the presentation. But he knew that the world could wait for 15 minutes more.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to his luxurious hotel room and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. It was time to gather his thoughts and prepare for the presentation that awaited him.

As the minutes ticked by, the auditorium filled with a buzz of excitement. People of all ages packed the room, from young students eager to learn to seasoned professionals hoping to gain new insights. Reporters and cameras lined the walls, eager to capture every moment of the upcoming presentation.

Suddenly, the doors at the back of the room swung open, and a bald man of average height strode confidently onto the stage. As he took his place behind the lectern, his very presence seemed to command attention, and the clamor of the audience fell silent. The room was now focused entirely on him, eager to hear what he had to say.

The bald man stood tall on the stage, looking out at the thousands of people before him. He adjusted the mic on his shirt, smiled warmly at the audience, and began his presentation with a greeting.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. First and foremost, I apologize for my tardiness. However, I have a good reason for it."

He then proceeded to recount the events that led him to that very moment. He talked about how one day while indulging in his favorite pastime of reading comics, he stumbled upon a concept that sparked something within him.

"Now, I understand that some of you may be wondering what an old man in his fifties is doing reading comics meant for children," he said with a chuckle. "But, you see after my wife passed away and my children moved out, I found myself with nothing but my calculations and theorems. It was then that I picked up this hobby after watching my grandson reading them."

He went on to explain how he was captivated not by the flashy heroes or villains, but by the scientific concepts introduced in the comics. It was during one such reading session that he was reminded of an experiment he had conducted in his youth, which had ultimately failed.

"But something in those comics triggered a memory," he continued. "It was a moment of sudden inspiration. The invisible wall around my brain melted, and I was struck with a brilliant idea."

The audience was completely engrossed in his story, hanging on his every word.

He stood tall, his voice projecting with conviction as he addressed the audience. "Many years ago, I stumbled upon an anomaly in the 750 GeV range. At the time, we were limited by experimental conditions and the lack of supporting theories. I didn't blame anyone for abandoning my results. But deep down, I knew my conclusions were not wrong."

He paused, looking at the faces of the audience. "This wasn't just my obsession; it was my calling. I couldn't ignore the possibility that I had found something significant."

The audience was silent, listening intently to the bald man's words. "Quantum fluctuations might be a convenient explanation, but I believe in my calculations more. Mathematics doesn't lie," he continued.

"After countless hours of research and experimentation, I finally found the missing piece of the puzzle. The 750 GeV signal isn't everything; it is only the part we can observe. Its true body is hidden in hyperspace, and it cannot be directly observed."

He cleared his throat and paused for a moment, catching the attention of the audience. "Before I delve into the explanation, let me share with you a story that will help us understand the concept better," he said, his voice clear and professional.

"Imagine a world with only two dimensions, where creatures can only see in a flat plane. In this world, they are incapable of observing anything in the three-dimensional world, no matter how hard they try. Even if a sphere were moving in the three-dimensional space, they would not be able to detect it."

He continued, "Now, let's say we project the sphere onto their two-dimensional world using a beam of light. Even with the projection, they still wouldn't be able to perceive the sphere in its true form. The only time they can observe it is when it lands on their two-dimensional plane, but even then, they would only see an infinitely small point of contact. They would never know that this point represents a three-dimensional sphere, whether it's a giant planet or a tiny atom."

His tone grew more serious as he looked at the scholars in the audience. "This is the limitation of the two-dimensional creatures. They will never fully comprehend the existence of the three-dimensional world, no matter how hard they try."

"Allow me to illustrate my point with a simple analogy. Imagine you are holding a flashlight above a piece of paper on a desk. The light beams pass through the paper, and if you were to observe the paper from above, you would see a circular projection. But what if the flashlight was tilted at an angle? The projection would no longer be circular, but elliptical. In the same way, we can study the projections of higher dimensional objects onto our three-dimensional world, allowing us to infer their properties and existence."

As he spoke, he deftly sketched out his explanation on the whiteboard. The audience watched in rapt attention, their excitement building as they began to understand the implications of his words.

"Through extensive experimentation in the Hydra Collider, we have gathered an abundance of data in the 1250 TeV, 1260 TeV, and 1300 TeV energy regions," he continued. "While we may never be able to directly observe these higher dimensions, we can use mathematics to infer their existence and properties. It's a concept that may be difficult to grasp intuitively, but as I always say, mathematics doesn't lie."

As he turned towards the whiteboard, a hush fell over the seminar hall. With a confident air, he wrote down a word in bold letters, "Cranley". A name that would go down in history.

"Cr," he continued, pointing to the abbreviation he had just written, "is what I have named the particle we discovered."

A small smile played on his lips as he gazed at the stunned audience. He was about to prove the existence of something no one had ever seen before.

The pen in his hand began to move rapidly, as if with a mind of its own. Equations and symbols formed on the whiteboard, seemingly by magic, as he explained the complex process behind the discovery.

His words flowed smoothly, like a melody, but he never forgot his audience. He made sure to explain every step of the process in detail, even though he knew not everyone would understand.

With each passing moment, the excitement in the room grew. Everyone knew they were witnessing something extraordinary, a discovery that would change the face of science forever.

He put down the marker and turned to face the silent lecture hall, the weight of his words palpable. With a calm and loud voice, he began to speak, his gaze piercing through the audience.

"Every object is made from atoms," he began. "But as physics continues to advance, we've discovered that atoms can be subdivided. Electrons, neutrons, protons, quarks, leptons, Higgs particles... the list goes on."

He paused, letting the implications of his words sink in. "But what if we keep on dividing? What lies beyond the smallest particle we know of?"

He looked around at the silent faces, and continued, "We may never know. Just as the two-dimensional creatures cannot fully comprehend the three-dimensional world, we are limited by our three-dimensional existence."

He gestured towards the whiteboard where he had drawn a sphere, then a plane, and said, "Even the way we perceive things may not be the full picture. The Cr particle, for example, maybe only a projection in an X-1 dimension. Perhaps it has even greater hidden secrets behind the hyperspace."

He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in, before continuing, "But perhaps, one day, when our civilization is advanced enough when we can fully discover all the dimensions of the universe, we will be able to fully observe the small sphere and see a complete view of the universe."

With a smile, he added, "And who knows, perhaps we will even be able to use the hyperspace for interstellar travel and explore the far reaches of the galaxy."

The room exploded with excitement, and he looked around with satisfaction as people began to talk and take pictures, his message clearly resonating with the audience.

As the seminar came to an end, a middle-aged man sitting beside an older man noticed tears streaming down the elder's face. Concerned, the middle-aged man asked, "Professor! Are you alright?"

The older man shook his head and replied, "I am okay. I am just happy to still be alive to witness history being remade today!"

The middle-aged man nodded, understanding the significance of what had just been presented on the platform. Looking back at the stage, he remarked, "Headlines are sure to be made with flashy titles such as, 'The Man Who Discovered 4th Dimension!' or 'The Man Who Made History!' on the news channels."

The older man smiled in agreement and added, "He deserves it." The two men watched as the audience stood up and cheered, applauding the speaker's groundbreaking research.

The lecture hall was buzzing with excitement as people rushed forward towards the stage, eager to catch a glimpse of the man who had just rewritten the history of particle physics. Reporters and physicists alike crowded around, each one vying for a better view of the whiteboard and hoping to ask him questions about his discovery.

Amid this chaos, a reporter struggled to maintain his composure as he spoke into his camera. "Today is February 3rd, 10 o'clock Berlin time. Renowned physicist, mathematician, chemist, and biologist Professor Cranley has just announced his latest findings regarding the Hydra Collider particle physics experiments at the ILHCRC. This superheavy particle said to be from a higher-dimensional world, has been named the 'Cranley particle'."

He paused for a moment, taking in the chaos around him before continuing, "According to Peter Higgs, professor at the University of Edinburgh, the discovery of this particle will be the greatest particle physics experiment ever, giving us a better understanding of the universe by expanding our horizons by a whole dimension."

The reporter's voice was drowned out by the commotion, but he persisted. "According to Professor Cranley, the discovery of this particle may even provide a theoretical basis for faster-than-light travel between stars! We are trying to contact Professor Cranley for further comments on this groundbreaking discovery. This is BBC News, reporting live from the scene."

The bald man gazed at the frenzied crowd before him, a grin stretching across his face. But then, an odd sensation overcame him, causing his legs to wobble beneath him. The cacophony of the audience faded into a distant murmur.

Desperately, he struggled to remain upright, but...

* BATHUMP *

Suddenly, his heart thudded in his chest one last time before going still. His balance faltered, and he tumbled to the floor of the stage.

The once boisterous crowd was now in a frenzy. Chaos had erupted as the audience rushed toward the platform where the renowned professor had collapsed. The sound of frantic voices filled the room as people shouted for help and medical attention.

Amidst the commotion, the professor lay motionless, his body completely still as his consciousness faded away. His ears rang with a deafening silence as if he had been plunged into a world without sound. His vision blurred and then went dark as if a veil had been drawn over his eyes.

The world around him began to fade away, replaced by a deep sense of emptiness. It was as if his entire being was being pulled into a vortex, a dark void that swallowed everything in its path. His body felt heavy as if it was being dragged down into the depths of the earth.

The man lay still on the stage, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he pondered his life. He knew he was at death's door, but he was at peace with it. His children had grown up and started their own families, and he was proud of all they had accomplished. He had no regrets, no wishes left unfulfilled.

As he looked back on his life, he reflected on all that he had accomplished. He was a renowned scientist, known for his numerous groundbreaking discoveries such as the Lithium-Air battery. He had changed countless lives with his work, and he was proud to be mentioned in the same breath as greats like Einstein and Newton.

But as he lay there, contemplating his life's work, he realized that what truly mattered to him was love. He thought of Sarah, his beloved wife who had passed away from cancer years ago. He missed her terribly, and he longed to be reunited with her in the afterlife.

With a peaceful smile on his face, he closed his eyes and let out a final breath. He knew that his legacy would live on and that he had lived a good life. But above all, he knew that he was going to be with the love of his life once again.

It was a day that will forever be remembered in the world of science. The man who had uncovered the secrets of the 4th dimension, and had been celebrated as a scientific genius, had met an untimely and tragic end. The news of his passing spread like wildfire and the world was left in shock and disbelief. The scientific community mourned the loss of a great mind, and the general public grieved the loss of a visionary who had inspired so many. It was a day that marked the end of an era, and the beginning of a new chapter in the history of science.

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