Emily Glaze

Pages ruffle as you open the box, seemingly well guarded beneath the government building. Dust wafts quickly up towards you, forming a foreboding cloud. Thumbing slowly through the files that haphazardly lay crammed into the dilapidated box, you stop at one, drawn in by it's size. The faded label reads "EMILY GLAZE" and you can barely make out the bright orange letters that cover the file as you pull it out and return the box to it's place on the shelf. Your eyes squint and you can make out the "CONF" in the faded "CONFIDENTIAL". Slowly sitting down, you open it and a small photo falls out, slipping to the floor. You finish lowering yourself down and your eyes fix on the photo, surprised at the quality and nature of the photograph, especially for a picture in the government's files.

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The next page, very similar to the one before, is accompanied by a thin screen like device. You lightly tap the screen and a small motor wizzes to life...

Emily Glaze's Story

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# Dead End, 2011-07-24 22:47:26, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze closed her eyes and drank in the scent of warm coffee and over worked college kids. The nameless concoction she held in her hands made her famous among the students at Stanford, who had begun calling it "The Glaze" for obvious reasons. The double shots of espresso and large amounts of chocolate made it a recognizable and comforting scent. She sipped it carefully as she reviewed her students' work, glad to only be teaching one class this semester.

# Dead End, 2011-07-24 22:58:53, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze looked up over one especially dull paper on Quantum Entanglements to see a slightly familiar face. Her eyes gave him the usual up down as she landed on the physics journal in his hand. This cemented her notion of his identity, prompting a need for connection. "Daljit?" She said his name with a slight hint of hesitation, but loudly enough for him to hear it.

# Dead End, 2011-07-24 23:07:02, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze put the paper down and took a sip of her drink before replying, "I believe we have. Did you not attend the recent annual conference here at Stanford? I believe you sat near me during the keynote speaker. And we talked for a brief moment on my own speech on my work." She raised an eyebrow, hoping her leap of faith was correct.

# Dead End, 2011-07-24 23:12:46, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze tilted her head slightly, "Well thank you. I've found Shrodinger's principle has more application in quantum and mechanical physics, along with many other branches, than just theoretical." She paused, looking at him, as if trying to remember something, "You said your emphasis was in astro, correct?" She sipped her drink once more, awaiting the reply.

# Dead End, 2011-07-24 23:22:31, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze took a sip of her drink and raised an eyebrow, "Well, now isn't that interesting. There's an astro in our department, he's currently working on something similar but rather than just detect the waves, he's trying to use entanglement," she paused, "which makes the notion of particles moving in waves almost obsolete, it also, in theory, will give him the ability to quantitatively say where the waves are on a certain point using a bit system." With another sip she continued, "It's quite interesting, actually, I remember my days listening to professor Susskin drone on and on about quantum mechanics and their relevancy to other fields, but seeing it in motion is truly fascinating. But he has been on that project for some time with little progress, so don't feel threatened." She let out a small laugh, taking in Daljit's features.

# Dead End, 2011-07-24 23:41:23, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze took a long sip from her drink, "Interesting, I haven't spent much time on astro, just because I'd rather work on theoretical physics because of the math, it's always been tantalizing. I see the use for being able to detect gravitational waves, but I've always wondered why on earth you'd want to study it." She put her lips to the cup, then decided otherwise, "I mean, I'd much rather ponder the universe as a whole, accounting time, space, particles, hoggs bosom, etcs, to find the end goal, which is, "what makes us up?" There's just an itch within to figure it out. Dr. Mosely and I have been working on a sub section to string theory." She laughed, as if to some inside joke, "Well, when he's available."

# Dead End, 2011-07-24 23:49:29, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze smiled a slightly cynical smile, "Dr. Mosely is a... Character. He's like many male physicists, sporadic, hilarious, unorganized; he's here then there then somewhere else. He's an intriguing man, but at times, he can get on my nerves, especially when he doesn't come into the office for days at a time, leaving me with a crap load of calculations and my class work." She stopped, realizing she had unloaded quite a lot on a mild acquaintance. "But, all in all, he's a fairly pleasant gentleman."

# Dead End, 2011-07-25 00:04:54, as written by Syreaa

sighed slightly as she took a sip of her drink, ending up shooting hot air into her face. She looked at him and smiled, "Well his work isn't mine and my work isn't his. Our string theory subset revolves around theoretical, where as he enjoys mechanical and other tangible physics. He's been doing side projects lately having to do with atomic number sets, and particles. He visited the CERN collider a few months ago." She laughed, "He earned a lot of slack from the other researchers for that one. It's like he's sleeping with the boss, only he's just doing the government's "dirty work" to put it nicely. He's a part of the team, but we know where his loyalties lie, and they're not exactly in our favor." She stirred the last bit of her coffee around in the cup.

# Dead End, 2011-07-25 00:19:19, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze laughed, "No. If you've ever seen a government lap dog, they're all the same. It's gone to their heads. They think they have figured out one simple atomic subset theory and then proven it and they think they're vigilantes for the greater good. We're not sabotaged; we're set in the back. He was hired by Stanford to be a researcher, not to pitter patter around the facility and occasionally pop in to do one or two equations, seem as if he's actually participating." She rolled her eyes and finished off her drink.

# Dead End, 2011-07-25 00:35:30, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze sighed, shaking her head, "He's never told me and every time I've gotten close to knowing, he shuts down. He won't shut up about the work, but he won't open up about where he's doing the work. So I suppose your guess is as good as mine. Some days he never leaves his office, sometimes he'll get a call on his phone, but mostly he's just taping away on his computer or scribbling furiously. Some days he even turns away students." She let out an amused sigh, a memory finding its way to her mind's eye. "The poor students don't know what to do when they find out he's busy, so I end up handling all of his visitors."

# Dead End, 2011-07-25 00:47:47, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze smiled, focusing her attention on him, "Don't feel bad. Students are students. They have one another. I had to seek out quite a few study partners during college, just to get through it all. A small time off won't kill them. Besides, you wouldn't have gotten to hear me rant on arbitrary subjects such as the state of the office politics down at Stanford."

# Dead End, 2011-07-25 00:57:00, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze smiled slightly, "I've always thought Santa Clara to be interesting; you utilize your students in your research in a way that I wish we did. It seems that research is just for the researchers. I wish that we could show the students what it's like to actually be a physicist."

# Dead End, 2011-07-25 01:07:00, as written by Syreaa

Emily Glaze dug in her purse until she hit her phone. She checked the time and sighed a little, "Well they won't have to wait too long, I will be removing myself as a distraction. It seems I have a meeting involving our undergraduates and a recent string of interesting test scores. So, I will bid you adieu. And I hope to see you again." She smiled and stood up, throwing away her coffee cup and hoisting her purse onto her shoulder. Stopping, she dug in her purse again to find a business card. "This has my office number and Dr. Mosely, along with both of our numbers. If you ever want to talk again, please do give me a call." She flashed him a wide smile.

# Dead End, 2011-07-26 22:19:38, as written by Syreaa

sat at her desk, scribbling equations on a clear board as the light sound of piano in the background. Her desk sat in her the open office that housed her and Dr. Mosely. It took up half of the secound floor in the research building at Standford. In it there were two desks, multiple clear white boards, and multiple large stacks of paper and books, scattered everywhere on the floor and next to the wall.

# Dead End, 2011-07-26 22:35:18, as written by Syreaa

Emily brushed her hair behind her ear and cursed quietly. She used her eraser to wipe off a large portion of the board and restarted the equation she had been writing. Quietly, she spoke as she wrote: "The negative conjugate of the corresponding number multiplied by the vector's possibility range, negative one, zero, one. Plus the matrix of the... What was that again?" She turned to look at her paper when she caught sight of Daljit standing in the doorway. She looked at him over her glasses, "Dr. Chandra, what a pleasant surprise." She took off her glasses and put the cap on the marker she had been using. "Can I help you with anything?"

# Dead End, 2011-07-26 23:00:50, as written by Syreaa

She smiled, "Seems you know your quantum entanglements, Dr. Chandra. And yes, it is always work for me when it comes to string theory subsets." She put the marker down and stepped around her desk and pushed a pile of paper aside, hoisting herself to the space it previously occupied. "Just decide to drop in?"

# Dead End, 2011-07-26 23:08:24, as written by Syreaa

She shook her head with a light smile, "No, of course not. Mosely should be getting in in about an hour or two, we're going to pull an all nighter to catch up on some of the work we're lacking since neither of us have anything to do tomorrow other than sleep and we need to show the research head we've made some kind of headway." She sighed and toyed with a pen, her eyes flicking from the pen to Daljit.

# Dead End, 2011-07-26 23:16:04, as written by Syreaa

Emily scoffed, "I wish. It's all focused on that." She pointed to the board. "Our string theory subset focuses on the movement of electrons to map the movement of particles in a certain pattern. By studying this pattern we should be able to see if it moves in such a way that could prove whether or not the universe is made of strings or not.

# Dead End, 2011-07-26 23:24:56, as written by Syreaa

She laughed, as if an after thought, "Other than making the university very rich and opening the door for multiple new fields of study, and help other theoretical physicists to build a unified field theory? Not particularly, but that's just me."

# Dead End, 2011-07-26 23:30:41, as written by Syreaa

"I'm sure that's quite a while away. From what I've read you've been doing some wonderful work yourself, I believe you have a very good potential. Stanford could use you, really and truly." She looked at him as she spoke, taking in his foreign features.

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