As Thorgeson continued, referring to ‘LEP’, the ‘LHC’, and various particle physics notions such as ‘lepton’ and ‘hadron’, I found that I was beginning to lose the thread of much of what he was saying. Fortunately Kathi’s earlier explanations were still useful to me, so I knew what some of the terms meant.
Then I heard Euclid saying, ‘Could they use the LHC to trace the Higgs? Could they use the LHC to trace the Higgs? Could they use the LHC to trace the Higgs?’
Thorgeson thumped Euclid’s back. ‘You mean to say, “Could they use the LHC to trace the Higgs?” Well, they finally got the equipment working in about 2005…’
I realised that Euclid was talking with Thorgeson’s voice although, without inflection, it sounded almost like a foreign language. But Thorgeson had programmed it. It amused me to think that, although Thorgeson was a stalwart ‘hard science’ man where questions of the human mind were concerned – believing there was nothing more to human mentality than the functions of a very effective quantputer – he could not resist making fun of his creature now and again.
Kathi had once tried to explain this ‘hard science’ position to me. Apparently it is commonly held by today’s scientists.
She told me that they are simply missing the point. She explained their view to be that human mentality results solely from those physical functions that underlie an ordinary quantputer. I’m not really familiar with these underlying principles, but Kathi did have a go at trying to explain them. Apparently quantputers, and their smaller brothers the quantcomps, act by a combination of brute force computation in the old twentieth-century sense, and a collection of quantum effects referred to as ‘coherence’, ‘entanglement’ and ‘state reduction’. Although I was never clear about these terms, Kathi explained that mentatropy and CPS detectors (‘savvyometers’!) are based on such effects.
Thorgeson was saying, ‘The riddle of mass needed a solution. A Korean scientist by the name of Tar Il-Chosun came up with a brilliant conception that, in effect, increased the energy range of the LHC by a factor of about one hundred. As a result, by 2009 the LHC had surveyed the complete range of energies that could possibly be relevant to the Higgs mass. Frustratingly, there was nothing that could be clearly identified with the Higgs. Instead they found something else, as strange as it was interesting.’
Euclid: ‘What was that?’
‘Using the newly perfected Ng-Robinson Plot, they found a smudge, roughly where the Higgs particle should have appeared.’
Euclid: ‘So they found the Higgs?’
‘They just found a smudge. No particle.’
Euclid: ‘So that’s where the name Smudge came from…’
‘Absolutely.’
Euclid: ‘But if they found this smudge in 2009, why all this business of setting up an umpteen-billion-dollar project to look for it here on Mars?’ (Spoken with that same bland pleasant expression on its face.)
‘What excitement this smudge caused! Excitement and dissension in the ranks! This, by the way, was when the consortium we know as EUPACUS was being assembled. Since CERN was already involved, the Europeans agreed to invest massively in it. You can bet they’re regretting that now!
‘The first problem the smudge threw up was that, by its very nature, its appearance on the Plot merely indicated a probability of something being there. The Higgs smudge had a very faint intensity, meaning the probability of the existence of a particle corresponding to any particular position on the Plot was very slight. Yet, on the other hand, the smudge covered so large a region of the Plot that the overall probability that something was there approached certainty.
‘More experiments needed. The smudge remained.
‘With finances forthcoming, the Americans with Asian and European backing finally built the SHC, the Superconducting Hypercollider, of beloved memory. My father worked on it as a young man, in an engineering capacity. They constructed this monumental bit of Big Science not in Texas, but straddling the states of Utah and Nevada.’
He projected a vidslide of an artist’s cutaway of the great tube, burrowing under desert.
‘And when they got the SHC working – darned if it didn’t come out with the same results as previously! Seems a lot of dough had gone down the drain for nothing, one more time! The sought-after smudge remained just a smudge … At that, it was a smudge on an entirely theoretical construct, the Ng-Robinson Plot. No actual Higgs particle could be pin-pointed. Yet, you see, the overall probability that something was there amounted to certainty.’