[Here's small exercise in creative writing for your pleasure.]
Gunter sat at his usual place in the cafe, nursing his second cup of coffee for the day. He loved coffee and felt he could never get enough of it. "Three cups a day is a bare minimum for my survival!" - he used to say whenever his academic colleagues made a comment on his habit. Not habit - an addiction really, but he preferred not to think of it this way. A cigarette and a cup of coffee in the morning were among his most treasured little pleasures and even though he did not smoke for the rest of the day, he has never managed to give up that one.
Staring at nothing in particular through a cafe window, Gunter thought about the latest batch of data he received from UCLA. Something was wrong and he knew it - he just did not know what it was exactly. The gravity data indicated that he was looking at a star while the infrared readings from the NASA's WISE telescope read like no star modern astronomy came across, whether actually or theoretically. He had earlier decided that there must have been a mistake in his calculations and, drawing on the benefits of academic hierarchy in which, being a professor of astronomy, he now occupied a sufficiently high position, Gunter had his research assistant go through the data again.
A buzzing sound and a peripheral sight of his vibrating mobile phone slowly travelling across the smooth fake wood tabletop brought Gunter out of his reverie. "Kostya" - his eager grad student cum research assistant - declared the blue pulsating mini-screen of his clamshell phone.
"Hello, Kostya. What's the news? Where did I mess up?"
"Hello, Professor. The thing is, either we both are making the same mistakes, or there is no mistake at all - my results are identical to yours. I don't know what to say - the data does look odd, but there is no mistake on our part. Maybe the UCLA people made a mess of the raw data before they sent it to us."
"OK, Kostya. Thank you. I will be back shortly."
"Good bye, Professor."
Gunter closed his clamshell, and stared at his half-empty cup of coffee. He hoped it would not come to that, he hoped, even though ordinarily it would not be normal to do so, that he had in fact made a mistake. Now, he would have to call Wright's people and plead with them to have the raw data checked and re-checked without disclosing exactly why he was asking for it. He hated the inter-academic politics, but there was no getting out of it - they must have made a mistake and this must have been the cause of the data not making any sense. But of course, nobody likes to hear they made a mistake. So he would have to be diplomatic, and careful. All this "cloak and dagger" stuff. Yep, he definitely, hated it - if there was such a thing as a stress-o-meter, his measurement would have shot up 50% by now. But, alas, it was all in his head, he told himself.
Gunter picked the phone, scrolled through the contact list and pressed the call button.
"Good Morning. Professor Wright's office, Shelly speaking."
"Good morning, Shelly. This is Professor Geist calling. Any chance I could have a talk with Professor Wright?"
"I am sorry, Professor Geist. The professor is teaching right now. Would you like to leave a message?"
Gunter saw his chance and went for it "Yes, I am having a bit of a trouble with the WISE data he sent over the other week. Could he possibly let me know whether the data was processed in any way before he passed it over to me?"
"I will let him know, Professor."
"Thank you, Shelly. Good bye."
"Good bye, Professor."
Gunter closed his clamshell with a visible sense of relief. No need to explain myself, no need to wiggle around the problem, nothing. Fantastic, he thought. Finishing his almost cold coffee in one go, Gunter set off for his office.
***
"Did you see that?"
"I did."
"Report it."
***
Back in the office, Gunter was going over his results once again. Sure, Kostya double checked them, and Gunter has been over Kostya's calculations just to make sure, secretly hoping that the error would jump out at him like it did every time he checked the undergrads' exam papers, but he still could not see anything wrong and yet the results simply did not make sense. Let's try a different approach, he thought.
"Kostya." - he called out opening the door that led from his office to his assistant's.
"Yes, Professor?"
"Could you come in here, for a sec."
"Sure."
Kostya Skoletsky was, for the lack of a better word, huge. Astronomy undergrads used to joke that he generated his own gravity field, a joke that Kostya knew well, but never took offence in - after all, none of them would dear repeat it to his face. He was not fat, but very large built - "abnormally large bone structure" is what his doctor called it. Almost 7 ft tall, with a passion for body building and, at one stage, over eager use of steroids, created a bulk that was more properly placed in a heavy weight boxing ring or a some theatre of war, but God has gifted Kostya with an exceptional talent for mathematics and astronomy was his second passion, so here he was, a graduate student working on infrared fields and star clusters.
As Kostya walked in, bending to avoid hitting the doorframe, Gunter suddenly felt dwarfed and a sense of spaciousness, that was ordinarily conveyed by his office, evaporated.
"Take a sit, Kostya. I was wondering if I could talk this thing over with you."
"You mean the results? Sure thing, Professor." - said Kostya, pulling a chair and sitting down. The chair squealed, complaining, and for just a moment Gunter could see in his mind a picture of chair, crumbling into pieces, and Kostya with it. A smile started to spread across his face, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Say the data was correct, and say we did our calculations correctly..."
"We did, Professor, I am sure of it. There is no mistake on our side."
"Yes, say this is correct. How would you explain the results?"
"Well, Professor, it would seem clear from the gravity readings that we are looking at a star. Granted, the infrared is not what it supposed to be, but maybe there is something between us and the star that is sort of, well, blocking our view, so to speak. That would alter the infrared."
"In such a case, Kostya, we should be able to tell from the infrared reading what material alters it. Have you, by any chance, done a spectrographic analysis?"
"I have, Professor. Nothing came of it. The material that could change the infrared readings in such a way does not exist, at least to my knowledge. It is definitely not something naturally occurring."
"You mean it could be an artificial material?"
"Well, theoretically yes, but I was working with estimates here - the actual reading of this star, if this is a star, is not known, so I had to assume it on the basis of a star with a similar gravitational field. Such a material would have to have an impossibly high density, which, to my mind, cannot be created. I could not even begin to theorise how it could be achieved. So, it follows, that there is either a problem with our calculations, or a problem with the data sent over by UCLA."
"Unless..."
A buzzing sound and the mobile's attempt at imitation of a crawling creature by sliding across the desk towards its imminent plunge to the floor interrupted Gunter.
"Professor Geist speaking." - Gunter caught the creature-phone and opened it in one fell swoop.
"Gunter, this is Edward. How are you doing?" - Professor Wright's voice boomed from the phone.
"Edward, thank you for calling back. I am fine, fine. How are you?"
"I am good, thank you. I just got back from my class and found this message from you. What is the meaning of it? You know very well we do not edit the data before passing it over to you. Have you messed up your maths? Dare I say, again. I remember the last time it happened you had us all almost believe there were little green men living in Orion."
Gunter cringed at the mention of his grad days mess up. He could see without seeing the smile across Professor's Wright face.
"Edward, you will never let me forget it, will you. It was more than 10 years ago, and yet you still bring it up."
"You wanted to assemble Harvard's scientific committee and call a press conference to announce the "Discovery of the Age" - the extra-terrestrials have finally been found. All went well until Professor Higgins found an error in your calculations. The whole thing made the student paper that week. How could I ever forget?"
"Alas, I was wrong."
"Don't go all Shakespearean on me, Gunter. What is the problem with the data?"
This was the question Gunter fear most - he may be on the verge of the greatest discovery in the modern age, who would want to share such a thing with others before he was ready? But the reminder of the most embarrassing episode of his life made up his mind for him.
"Well, for signal 1245/WISE I got the gravity data that shows a star and yet infrared shows something else. What this "else" is I do not know, but it is all wrong for the star of this gravity or any star, for that matter."
"Fear not, Gunter. I will have a look and I will keep it under wraps. Will let you know what I come up with once I am done. Edward out."
***
"Gunter, Edward here. How are you doing?"
"Hi, Edward. Massacring my fifth cup of coffee for the day. And you?"
"You and coffee, Gunter. This stuff is going to kill you, you know."
"Coffee has never killed anybody I know of, Edward. And I know this because they are all still alive, or I would not have known them."
"Gunter, the fallacy of that statement would be obvious to a five-year-old."
"Edward, irrespective of how much I would love to continue discussing coffee with you, I am sure you did not call me for that."
"You are right. I had a look at the data and you are correct - the gravity and infrared figures do not add up. There must have been a glitch in the telescope. We will be scanning the same area in about three months, so once that data comes in, you will be able to double check."
"Thank you, Edward."
***
"We have located the system. It has a single dwarf star. One populated world. It is the source of the signal. It is too far for a return trip."
"Send a Loner. With the full payload."
"Understood."
***
"Kostya, did you get the latest batch of data from the UCLA?"
"Yes, Professor."
"And?"
"The results are the same, Professor. There must be a glitch with the telescope, as Professor Wright has said."
"Tell me, Kostya, how is it that this "glitch" affects only this signal and no other?"
"I do not know, Professor."
"What do you know of Dyson's Sphere, Kostya?"
"It is a theoretical concept that considers a construction of a shell or other stellar structure around the star to harness its energy. Dyson proposed that such a construction would emit infrared radiation by virtue of absorbing the energy emitted by the star and this emission of infrared radiation could be used to detect extra-terrestrial civilisations who would be the builders of such a structure."
"And what do we have here? An infrared radiation that does not fit with what a star would emit, while the gravity data tells us that there is a star there!"
"Seriously, Professor! You are not proposing that there are aliens there who actually built a Dyson's Sphere?"
"You said yourself that the material that would emit such an infrared radiation is not a naturally occurring one. So it must be an artificial one and I am sure as hell we did not build it!"
"There must be an explanation for it. An explanation that does not involve aliens. We will be the laughing stock of the academia, Professor!"
"You mean I will be the laughing stock. I know how it feels, Kostya, I've been there before. And you are right - we need better proof than what we have."
***
"Are you Professor Gunter Geist?"
Gunter did not notice the old man approach - he was staring at the university grounds through the cafe's window, nursing yet another cup of coffee, lost in his thoughts. The old man, dressed as if he stepped out of 1930s movie - an old fashioned suit, a coat and a wide brimmed hat, all in dark colours - was standing next to his table, leaning ever slightly on a walking stick.
"Are you Professor Gunter Geist?" - repeated the old man. There was a slight lisp in the way he pronounced the "s", a lisp that evoked an image of something remotely reptilian in Gunter's mind.
"Yes, I am. How can I help you?"
"Do you mind if I join you?"
"Go ahead."
The old man literally slid into the chair in one fluid motion, something Gunter did not think possible. It was as if the motion did not originate with the legs but rather from the centre of the old man's body.
"It is amazing how green the grass is, don't you think, Professor?" - the old man was looking outside at the university grounds rolling away from the building.
"I suppose it is. I am at a loss here - you know my name and yet I do not know yours."
"My name is Smith." - and a quite distinct image of a snake formed in Gunter's mind as a result of the way the old man pronounced his name. "What did they put in my coffee today?" - thought Gunter. "This snake thing is definitely weird."
"How can I help you, Mr Smith?"
"Professor Gunter, it may surprise you to know, but I have been looking for you for quite a while and given that we do not have much time left, I am glad I was able to find you."
"I am not a hard man to find, Mr Smith. I do not hide."
"Indeed, but it is difficult to find someone when you do not know who you are looking for."
"I am confused, Mr Smith. What is it that you want."
"I had one desire coming here, and that was to find the man who destroyed the world."
"Which world, Mr Smith? What on Earth are you talking about?"
"Why, the Earth of course."
"Are you like, a crazy person? A bit light on the proverbial marbles? What are you talking about, old man?" - Gunter could feel himself getting angry. The last thing he needed at the end of a long day was some crazy bloke pestering him.
"No need to get angry, Professor. I shall explain."
"You are the person who first detected the anomaly between the gravity and infrared reading for what you called signal 1245/WISE, correct?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"You then convinced your colleagues that it was not some glitch in the equipment or a malfunction, but in fact an anomaly worth investigating, is that correct?"
"Yes, that is correct as well. All of this you could have gathered from my last interview with the Scientific American. What is your point?"
"And, as you stated in the same interview to that journal, you are the driving force behind the plans to build and launch a new telescope for the sole purpose of studying that anomaly. And we cannot allow that to happen. At any cost."
"Who are this "we", old man? Allow what to happen? A launch of a telescope? Are you some religious terrorist or something? Study of the universe is an affront to God or some rubbish like that? How could you possibly know what God wants? Or what affronts him? People like you held back humanity for centuries, and now that we are finally out of the control of religious fanatics, your choice is to turn to terrorism? Is that it? Well, I will not stand for it. I will call the police this very minute..."
"Hold still, Professor!" - the old man removed a weirdly looking pistol-like contraption from his coat and pointed it at Gunter.
"Hold still, or I will reduce you to a rather unimpressive looking pile of basic elements that makes up your ridiculous looking body." - Gunter froze, noting in passing that the old man's comment about his body made no sense whatsoever, but still, he decided he would not move just in case that weird looking gun-like thing in his hand was something he should be afraid of.
"What do you want from me?" - Gunter managed to squeeze out in a suppressed manner.
"I will tell you a very short story. My purpose is simple - I believe that every man should know the consequences of his actions for which he shall face punishment. And I am here to fulfil that purpose."
"My people once lived on a planet much like yours - from our ancestors we know it was green and luscious with vegetation. We lived in bliss, believing ourselves to be alone in the Universe. When we discovered space flight, we started exploring the space and still our belief in our solitary existence was unshaken. Then one day it all ended. A race of beings came and destroyed our world utterly. We know not why nor do we care anymore. When they left, our planet lay in ruins, its core frozen, our sun on the verge of a supernova. Those of us that survived this devastation built large vessels that carried the remainder of our race deep into the space, away from our home world, away from those that destroyed it. We travelled for a thousand years and finally found a system we thought was far enough away for us to never be found again. Instead of settling on the planet and be vulnerable to another attack, we converted our ships to living habitats and anchored them around the sun with solar sails, that harness the energy of the star and keep the habitats from drifting towards the sun. The sails blot out the sun, blocking its light, making it invisible. Our aim was achieved - we found a new home for our race, hidden from prying eyes and away from those who wish to destroy us. But true invisibility is impossible and so we constantly watch and monitor for any attempt directed at finding us. And found us you did. We had no choice - your world, and the knowledge of us it contains, have to be destroyed. For our safety. For our survival."
Gunter sat there unable to decide whether the man was nuts or whether Gunter himself was dreaming.
"And you think that because you are holding a weird looking toy that is masquerading as some sort of beam gun from a sci-fi movie I am going to believe you?" - asked Gunter.
"You belief is not required. Your world will be destroyed in a few minutes, so that would be proof enough." - replied the old man.
"And how do you propose to do that?" - "Why not humour the old man?" - thought Gunter. "I might distract him long enough to grab that thing away from him, even if it is just a toy."
"When I arrived in your system, I altered the reaction rate of your sun so that it would explode, taking your world with it." - replied the old man matter of factedly.
"Excuse me? That is just impossible! And also there is a problem with your story - you are still here, if the world was going to explode, why would you be here - you would die as well."
"Your galaxy is too far away for a return trip for a scout ship, Professor. My trip was one way from the beginning."
"Well, I imagine you have an answer for everything. I have had pretty much enough of your rubbish, thank you. And you have said just about enough I care to hear. What now?"
"Now, it is time, Professor."
A flash of brilliant and blinding light swept across the Earth, ripping the comforting blanket of the atmosphere away. The expanding corona of the Sun going supernova enveloped the planet, leaving nothing in its wake...