urging me to work with diligence and alacrity, and offering unconditional support, it continues to withhold and obfuscate crucial information. Despite the impact that
The Reidier Test
would have on our nation, full access only goes so far with classified material pertaining to national security. I feel as if I’ve been asked to sit in the dark and put together a jigsaw puzzle of an abstract painting that I’ve never seen. Still, the significance of Reidier’s contact with the Department is undeniable.
Transcript excerpt from the phone log of the Office of the Director of the Strategic Technology, Donald Pierce; 11/17/2006, 10:17 a.m.
Reidier: . . . yes, Mr. Pierce, this is Kerek Reidier, I am a professor and researcher at the Fermi Lab in—
Pierce: I’m familiar with your work Mr. Reidier. According to the dossier in front of me, we’re the ones funding your research on supersymmetry.
Pause.
Reidier: Yes, of course, I wasn’t aware . . . I thought the Department of Energy . . .
Pierce: Has a wonderful working relationship with us that allows all sorts of, well, let’s call it discreet cross-pollination. I’m still confused as to why my agenda has been pushed back, and you’ve been bumped up to me?
Reidier: Yes, well, so my research has taken a turn, and I’ve been delving deeply into quantum entanglement, specifically how lack of locality can be utilized to transmit qubits at a distance instantaneously.
Pause.
Reidier: Mr. Pierce?
Pierce: Yes, I’m here. That sounds rather fantastical, Mr. Reidier.
Reidier: It does, doesn’t it? I respect your choice of words. I understand how this might come off as a, well, a phone call from a loon. It’s just that, well, the other day in my lab I successfully ████████ several million ████ ██████████████ ████████ . As I’m sure you understand, in doing this, it becomes completely possible, with the right technology, I’m talking ████ here, these ██████████ ██████████ ██████ scanned.
Pause.
Pierce: Mr. Reidier, if what you’re saying is true—
Reidier: It is.
Pierce: If it is, this would mean—
Reidier: I have data. I have video footage. And I can do it again. 39
Pierce: Mr. Reidier, how many of your colleagues are aware of your experiment?
Reidier: Almost a dozen know of my work in supersymmetry and my various experiments. However, only a few have a partial grasp on what I’m working with, and none know the entirety of what I’m attempting.
Pierce: If you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Reidier, I’d ask that you not share this information with anyone until our people can verify your results. In fact, please don’t share any information with anyone outside this office.
Reidier: Ok. Yes, of course. Uh . . .
Pierce: Yes, Mr. Reidier?
Reidier: Just so we’re clear, and complete with our, well, full disclosure and all—my colleagues are essentially limited in scope in understanding my work—
Pierce: Right, that’s manageable—
Reidier: My wife, however, has a complete and comprehensive, intimate grasp of my work and progress.
Pierce: Of course. Not to worry. We’ve had experience with this dynamic before. Completely (cough) understandable. There’s a protocol. It’ll be fine. Just please impress upon her the necessity of . . . discretion. Complete and utter discretion.
Reidier: I’m sure that won’t be a problem. For her. I guess now that I’m thinking about it, although I can’t imagine this being an issue, but, just so there’s no confusion, and I’m sure you have some sort of protocol for this as well, but we have had, my wife and I, have had discussions about my work in front of our two boys.
Pierce: Two you say? (Sounds of paper shuffling)
Reidier: That is how twins work.
Pierce: (Muttering) Goddamn clerical errors. (To Reidier) How old did you say?
Reidier: Three, and while they’re quite talkative,
The Reidier Test
would have on our nation, full access only goes so far with classified material pertaining to national security. I feel as if I’ve been asked to sit in the dark and put together a jigsaw puzzle of an abstract painting that I’ve never seen. Still, the significance of Reidier’s contact with the Department is undeniable.
Transcript excerpt from the phone log of the Office of the Director of the Strategic Technology, Donald Pierce; 11/17/2006, 10:17 a.m.
Reidier: . . . yes, Mr. Pierce, this is Kerek Reidier, I am a professor and researcher at the Fermi Lab in—
Pierce: I’m familiar with your work Mr. Reidier. According to the dossier in front of me, we’re the ones funding your research on supersymmetry.
Pause.
Reidier: Yes, of course, I wasn’t aware . . . I thought the Department of Energy . . .
Pierce: Has a wonderful working relationship with us that allows all sorts of, well, let’s call it discreet cross-pollination. I’m still confused as to why my agenda has been pushed back, and you’ve been bumped up to me?
Reidier: Yes, well, so my research has taken a turn, and I’ve been delving deeply into quantum entanglement, specifically how lack of locality can be utilized to transmit qubits at a distance instantaneously.
Pause.
Reidier: Mr. Pierce?
Pierce: Yes, I’m here. That sounds rather fantastical, Mr. Reidier.
Reidier: It does, doesn’t it? I respect your choice of words. I understand how this might come off as a, well, a phone call from a loon. It’s just that, well, the other day in my lab I successfully ████████ several million ████ ██████████████ ████████ . As I’m sure you understand, in doing this, it becomes completely possible, with the right technology, I’m talking ████ here, these ██████████ ██████████ ██████ scanned.
Pause.
Pierce: Mr. Reidier, if what you’re saying is true—
Reidier: It is.
Pierce: If it is, this would mean—
Reidier: I have data. I have video footage. And I can do it again. 39
Pierce: Mr. Reidier, how many of your colleagues are aware of your experiment?
Reidier: Almost a dozen know of my work in supersymmetry and my various experiments. However, only a few have a partial grasp on what I’m working with, and none know the entirety of what I’m attempting.
Pierce: If you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Reidier, I’d ask that you not share this information with anyone until our people can verify your results. In fact, please don’t share any information with anyone outside this office.
Reidier: Ok. Yes, of course. Uh . . .
Pierce: Yes, Mr. Reidier?
Reidier: Just so we’re clear, and complete with our, well, full disclosure and all—my colleagues are essentially limited in scope in understanding my work—
Pierce: Right, that’s manageable—
Reidier: My wife, however, has a complete and comprehensive, intimate grasp of my work and progress.
Pierce: Of course. Not to worry. We’ve had experience with this dynamic before. Completely (cough) understandable. There’s a protocol. It’ll be fine. Just please impress upon her the necessity of . . . discretion. Complete and utter discretion.
Reidier: I’m sure that won’t be a problem. For her. I guess now that I’m thinking about it, although I can’t imagine this being an issue, but, just so there’s no confusion, and I’m sure you have some sort of protocol for this as well, but we have had, my wife and I, have had discussions about my work in front of our two boys.
Pierce: Two you say? (Sounds of paper shuffling)
Reidier: That is how twins work.
Pierce: (Muttering) Goddamn clerical errors. (To Reidier) How old did you say?
Reidier: Three, and while they’re quite talkative,
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