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The Future of Engineering

By Miriam Pia

1995 / 2010

Disruption struck the engineering laboratory of an English university. Computer

screens crackled and went dark. Testers and timers scratched; fuses burst in those

bundles of electronic parts. Graduate students gasped and cursed. Students looked away

from their projects to their comrades. Did you just lose power? they asked each other.

Office doors swung wide. The advanced students and those with the prestige of

office space squinted up to the glowing neon lights and cursed in a variety of languages.

None of them were British.

Its the storm, suggested an undergraduate working on her final project.

A German man glowered. Storm? There is no storm.

Have you been outside recently? the young woman replied. Have you even

been near a window leading to the outside world?

The young German man with the office without windows frowned. No, I

havent.

Me neither, the young woman shrugged. Just seems probable that a storm

would have caused it.

The German shook his head briefly, confused. Before he mustered a response

several professors burst into the laboratory with flapping ties. Who did it?! one of

them shouted.


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Obviously wasnt you, the middle aged mustached man said to the German.

His thinking was simple: Germans never do anything wrong. They work hard; theyre

perfectly well behaved and he had recruited them all himself - innocence guaranteed.

The group of them gazed around the room. An old, recently divorced for his third

time, overweight professor suddenly declared, Its that Czech woman! Where is she?

He felt a huge sense of validation at finding out that there was a woman at the source of

the problem.

Shes not in, said her Australian aboriginal office mate. I havent seen her

since half eleven.

One of the electrical engineers that vaguely recalled how hed unsuccessfully

tried to chat her up the previous weekend spoke up. Shes been seen with strange people

lately, he began, his mind thick with the latest conspiracy theories. Ive seen her with

two physicists, a robotics man and one of those philosophy people.

Well, said one of the other supervisors as he patted his tie back into place, who

else is missing?

The Austrian! declared the German.

Not in my laboratories, not at this university, the most tenured professor

shrieked nervously. Since the turn of the 23rd century there had been what he felt to be an

insane devotion to wildly unlikely experimentation in the department. The EU, pushed

along by what the North Americans kept calling the New Enlightenment, had

succumbed to a massive influx of investment from private sources. No one understood it,

as far as he was concerned.

The Age of Fossil Fuels was over. Lunar and Martian colonization were


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booming. The global and extra-global economies were very changed. The young were

euphoric with optimism. Options for travel and adventure grew like wildfire - on and off

world. Interplanetary transport and growth were political mandates. The Futurists had

gone green and the Greens had gone Futurist. This political and cultural combination

made it an era of playful creation and exuberance.

Two of the doctoral students ran off to check the main circuitry. Three of the

other students furrowed their brows and decided to pore over the computers, thoroughly

covering every nook and cranny in search of the problems cause.

The professors continued to snarl, wince and bicker. They were rather

overworked and tended to be combative, always on the look out for how someone elses

students were mucking up the entire department. Unbeknownst to most of the students,

they were having union problems and were under severe pressures from the

administration to radically alter the syllabi for courses in all manner of engineering

sciences. The university was also facing waves of interdisciplinary interests from

potential students, which was complicating the amazing supply of financial backing from

private industry. This made their lives very difficult and the strain showed.

Its that blasted Philosophy of Discovery module! one of the professors

complained. It was part of a course that criticized, reviewed and proposed alternative

methodologies in research. Do you know, Ive actually received an application from a

terrifyingly well funded M.Sc. In Philosophy - of all the bloody subjects, to do some

psychopathic experiment in telepathic navigational systems for the lunar shuttle?!

Good God, retorted another fellow, who could possibly supervise such a

thing?


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Thats just it, the man continued, the application came with an ominous letter

from Boeing, offering $350,000 to pay to find and retain both a supervisor and external

examiner if necessary. The student suggested a former CIA agent from a section of that

Agency which is only rumoredto exist!

You think thats bad, another, younger professor of engineering said. I got an

application from someone currently at MIT who is absolutely desperate to follow a

traditional British program - except that she needs enough laboratory space to work with

fission due to some little projects the ESA has her on. Worse still, she sent some form

that apparently says that a uranium license can be obtained. I dont know about the rest

of you, but do you know what will happen to my insurance rates if I have to tell my

physician that I work with 7 kg of uranium?

This cannot happen, the eldest of them said. It is not possible. Do you

understand; such a thing is not possible. It will not occur - not at this university. His

blood pressure had risen dramatically over the preceding 2 years. His problem was that

impossible things happened in his university with increasing frequency.

Meanwhile, in the student bar, the Czech woman sat with her office mate, who

had found her after leaving the lab and the frustrated supervisors. You want to what?

he asked. Although he did not tend towards either paranoia or conspiracy, he was quite

skeptical.

Amplify your mind and get a few readings, she told him through her accent. It

shouldnt be difficult and certainly not painful.

He thought it sounded like the worst chat up line in history. He couldnt

understand why she might not say so, even if she wanted him. It was the 23rd century


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after all. Why, he said flatly.

I just need to run some tests, she answered, oblivious to his imaginings of a

come-on line. It wasnt that she found him ugly, but she had more interesting things on

her mind. I know it sounds stupid, but it just might be that annoying little variable

which is messing up my equipment. If not, I wont have wasted much time, and if so -

well, then Ill have to discuss a change in materials with my supervisor. She was

drinking half a pint of stout. The two of them had been sharing an office for several

weeks. Before he showed up, her equipment ran perfectly. Since his arrival one peculiar

little bug had repetitiously shown up in her systems. She had tried correcting her

software and all the other ordinary solutions already. She had concluded that the problem

was simply - him.

There was a strange humming sound, a scuffling noise and a loud cry of triumph

from just behind the door of an electron microscopy lab. The two office mates rose and

went to look. The lab was directly across the hall from the on campus pub. From the

mechanical laboratory down the hall, the other group rushed to the scene of the ruckus.

Splayed out on his front side, lab coat opening out beside and behind him like a pair of

angel wings was the German doctoral student. Caught the little bastard, he growled,

trying to decide whether or not to squeeze it to death. It was in fact, a mouse.

Kind of an old fashioned solution to this particular problem, noticed the young

researchers.

Yes, said the oldest professor. Let us keep this in mind - not to let our

imaginations get the better of us in the future.

The Germans recruiter grinned with relief. Well done! he proclaimed, jostling


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his tie.

The young woman who had suggested a storm might be the cause brought a

rubbish bin and helped to escort the student and the rodent out of the building. Of course

she knew better than to kill it. They both did.

The young German was literally blinded by the natural daylight.

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