Look at them. Dr. Aris — the man who won a Nobel for essentially rediscovering that gravity still works — is currently holding court in the breakroom. I can hear the cadence of his laughter from here. It’s that specific, honking sound a man makes when he’s convinced he’s the smartest person in a room full of sycophants. They’re probably discussing my latest paper. Or, as Aris called it in the faculty lounge, “the most expensive piece of science fiction ever printed on university letterhead.”
