Oscar rockets down the Rue de Meyrin, towards Lake Geneva.
Hooowee! He isn't called Oscar (Parrot-Boy) for nothing.
This is like flying, thinks Terence, on the rack at the back.
Then:
No it isn't, thinks Terence.
He taps Oscar on the bum.
Don't do that! yells Oscar.
Stop! cries Terence.
Why? shouts Oscar.
I'm crumpling, says Terence.
What? says Oscar, grinding to a halt.
Go a bit slower, says Terence. Look at me, I'm crumpling.
It is true. Terence doesn't look tidy.
You're just scared, says Oscar. Don't worry.
No, says Terence. CRUMPLING! And I don't know why.
Let me see, says Oscar. He twists round to have a good look at Terence the Bad.
Terence the Bad throws his arms wide in a helpless gesture. His polka dot sleeves crack gently.
It's the wind, says Oscar. It's dried you in ripples.
Wah! says Terence the Bad.
Water, says Oscar (genius scientist). He looks about. Aha! Giant fountain!
If you have ever been to Lake Geneva you will know I'm not making this up.
The giant fountain is a huge, majestic, powerful and spectacular water spout, called the Jet d' Eau, located in the centre of the lake. It was built in 1886 to control and release excess pressure ( from somewhere). It represents a well organised country. You can walk right out to it, if you don't mind getting wet.
Perfect.
Oscar rides down to the edge of Lake Geneva, with ripple-wind-crumpled Terence the Bad, his little blood brother.
He rides onto the walk way.
Probably no bikes are allowed.
Terence is looking up at the majestic water spout. Water floats down in misticules.
Waggle, says Oscar.
Terence waggles. His sleeves become mobile and damp. This is promising.
Off ! says a man's voice. No bicycles!
Oscar is taken by surprise. He wobbles. And he, Terence and the bicycle tumble into Lake Geneva.
Sorry, says the man, to no one in particular. Didn't mean to cause an accident.
O no! cry some ladies. The children have fallen into the lake! Rescue them someone!
Luckily a yellow boat load of tourists has been backing gingerly away from the wet misticules, and is now quite near the scene of the accident.
They drift even nearer, and look over the edge of their boat.
Oscar has emerged on the surface of Lake Geneva and is swimming strongly. He is rescued.
Sadly his bicycle has sunk.
As has Terence the Bad, right down to the bottom..........
( but don't worry )
Monday, August 31, 2015
Sunday, August 30, 2015
The Physics Of Poetry
Vello, David, Em, Oscar and Terence exit the ice cream parlour while Forster M. Reed is in the rest room, cleaning his knees.
Only in Geneva, says Vello. What now?
We could complete the Big Bang, says Em. We'd only reached Acceleration.
Yesss! says Oscar. Five more to go! Then BOOM!
No, Oscar, says Em. The final stage is Precision. It's about research instruments.
Ends with a whimper, says David.
What does? says Vello, who is only half paying attention.
The world, says David. Ends not with a bang, with a whimper.
T.S. Eliot! says Em.
Precisely, says David. A literary reference. I see you know your poetry.
I love poetry, says Em. But only certain poetry.
Me too, says David. I like it best if it's funny.
There are holes in the sky
where the rain gets in
but they're ever so small
that's why the rain is thin.
Spike Milligan! says Em. One of my favourites.
Humph! says Vello. Birthday card poetry.
O no! says Em. It's exquisite. Oscar likes poetry, don't you, Oscar.
No, says Oscar.
Yes you do, says Em. Remember this one:
How sweet to be a cloud
floating in the blue
every little cloud
always sings aloud.
Pooh! says David.
Yes! says Em, glowing with poetical ardour. Pooh and Piglet. The Cloud Song.
But Oscar is embarrassed.
It's AGES since he liked THAT sort of poem.
He hopes Terence wasn't listening.
Poo? says Terence. I didn't hear any.
Not that sort of poo, says Oscar. Anyway. It's stupid. Hey. Want a ride on my bike?
Yes, says Terence. But I'm sticky.
Doesn't matter, says Oscar. Come on!
He runs ahead to his bicycle, which is padlocked to a rail near the others. Unlocks it, with his new combination: 66060.
He gets on. Terence clambers on to the pack rack above the back wheel.
Oscar (Parrot-Boy) and Terence (the Baddy), free wheeling around a green square in Geneva.
Twenty percent of Geneva is green.
Vello, feeling excluded from the infantile poetry love-fest, looks up from idly kicking a stone.....
( a stone? on the streets of Geneva? it happens).
....sees the back end of Terence disappearing. Is it Terence?
Polka dot jersey. Death's head lap lap. Pith helmet. It can only be him.
Only in Geneva, says Vello. What now?
We could complete the Big Bang, says Em. We'd only reached Acceleration.
Yesss! says Oscar. Five more to go! Then BOOM!
No, Oscar, says Em. The final stage is Precision. It's about research instruments.
Ends with a whimper, says David.
What does? says Vello, who is only half paying attention.
The world, says David. Ends not with a bang, with a whimper.
T.S. Eliot! says Em.
Precisely, says David. A literary reference. I see you know your poetry.
I love poetry, says Em. But only certain poetry.
Me too, says David. I like it best if it's funny.
There are holes in the sky
where the rain gets in
but they're ever so small
that's why the rain is thin.
Spike Milligan! says Em. One of my favourites.
Humph! says Vello. Birthday card poetry.
O no! says Em. It's exquisite. Oscar likes poetry, don't you, Oscar.
No, says Oscar.
Yes you do, says Em. Remember this one:
How sweet to be a cloud
floating in the blue
every little cloud
always sings aloud.
Pooh! says David.
Yes! says Em, glowing with poetical ardour. Pooh and Piglet. The Cloud Song.
But Oscar is embarrassed.
It's AGES since he liked THAT sort of poem.
He hopes Terence wasn't listening.
Poo? says Terence. I didn't hear any.
Not that sort of poo, says Oscar. Anyway. It's stupid. Hey. Want a ride on my bike?
Yes, says Terence. But I'm sticky.
Doesn't matter, says Oscar. Come on!
He runs ahead to his bicycle, which is padlocked to a rail near the others. Unlocks it, with his new combination: 66060.
He gets on. Terence clambers on to the pack rack above the back wheel.
Oscar (Parrot-Boy) and Terence (the Baddy), free wheeling around a green square in Geneva.
Twenty percent of Geneva is green.
Vello, feeling excluded from the infantile poetry love-fest, looks up from idly kicking a stone.....
( a stone? on the streets of Geneva? it happens).
....sees the back end of Terence disappearing. Is it Terence?
Polka dot jersey. Death's head lap lap. Pith helmet. It can only be him.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
In Defence Of Pure Evil
Forster M. Reed has finished his ice cream, except for what's dripped down on Terence.
Terence's ice cream drips slowly over his knees.
Forster M. Reed looks down at Terence, who is looking quite sticky.
Oh my, says Forster M. Reed. Where are my manners? I apologise ma'am, for dripping ice cream on your baby. Allow me to wipe him.
NO! says Em. Don't wipe him! And he's not my baby.
Forster M. Reed peers more closely at Terence.
He looks familiar. Lordy doo! Infant Jesus! The apocalypse! It's begun early!
He drops to his knees, forgetting about the ice cream.
Now he is on a level with Terence.
So what happens next? asks Terence.
That's your call, says Forster M. Reed. Isn't it?
You said the underworld would come open, says Terence.
I guess it has, says Forster M. Reed.
But it's not September, says Oscar (Parrot-Boy).
True, says Forster M. Reed. Perhaps this is merely a warning.
What OF? asks Terence.
The imminence, says Forster M. Reed. Some dark energy has been released. Contain it, or it goes wild. Something emerges from hell and is let loose on mankind! But YOU! Why have you returned as a baby?
He's my blood brother, says Oscar. I'm nearly nine. I would help you, except for one thing.
Forster M. Reed sits back on his haunches.
Em doesn't like it at all. He looks kind of predatory in that position.
But still, she waits to hear what her smart son will say.
You're an IDIOT! says Oscar.
Names won't hurt me! says Forster M. Reed. I know what I know.
I don't get it, says Terence. Am I the goody or the baddy?
Oh LORD! cries Forster M. Reed. You are the good! Ever and always!
So he can't be an idiot, says Terence.
Think about it, says Oscar.
Terence remembers all the bad things he has done.
Well, at least one or two of them.
He wavers.
Forster M. Reed gets his second wind.
Stephen Hawking! he cries. Even Stephen Hawking warns us not to meddle with the God Particle!
Oscar likes Stephen Hawking. He was in a movie. In the movie, he looked like himself in real life.
He was best in the whole wide world at physics. And he talked like a robot. Which was cool.
He wouldn't, says Oscar.
He did! He said the God Particle could destroy the universe leaving time and space collapsed! says Forster M. Reed.
And you believe that nonsense, says Vello.
Ha! Don't mess with Vello when he sticks his oar in.
Forster M. Reed is vanquished ( temporarily). He retreats to the rest rooms with his packet of wipes, to clean up his knees.
Terence's ice cream drips slowly over his knees.
Forster M. Reed looks down at Terence, who is looking quite sticky.
Oh my, says Forster M. Reed. Where are my manners? I apologise ma'am, for dripping ice cream on your baby. Allow me to wipe him.
NO! says Em. Don't wipe him! And he's not my baby.
Forster M. Reed peers more closely at Terence.
He looks familiar. Lordy doo! Infant Jesus! The apocalypse! It's begun early!
He drops to his knees, forgetting about the ice cream.
Now he is on a level with Terence.
So what happens next? asks Terence.
That's your call, says Forster M. Reed. Isn't it?
You said the underworld would come open, says Terence.
I guess it has, says Forster M. Reed.
But it's not September, says Oscar (Parrot-Boy).
True, says Forster M. Reed. Perhaps this is merely a warning.
What OF? asks Terence.
The imminence, says Forster M. Reed. Some dark energy has been released. Contain it, or it goes wild. Something emerges from hell and is let loose on mankind! But YOU! Why have you returned as a baby?
He's my blood brother, says Oscar. I'm nearly nine. I would help you, except for one thing.
Forster M. Reed sits back on his haunches.
Em doesn't like it at all. He looks kind of predatory in that position.
But still, she waits to hear what her smart son will say.
You're an IDIOT! says Oscar.
Names won't hurt me! says Forster M. Reed. I know what I know.
I don't get it, says Terence. Am I the goody or the baddy?
Oh LORD! cries Forster M. Reed. You are the good! Ever and always!
So he can't be an idiot, says Terence.
Think about it, says Oscar.
Terence remembers all the bad things he has done.
Well, at least one or two of them.
He wavers.
Forster M. Reed gets his second wind.
Stephen Hawking! he cries. Even Stephen Hawking warns us not to meddle with the God Particle!
Oscar likes Stephen Hawking. He was in a movie. In the movie, he looked like himself in real life.
He was best in the whole wide world at physics. And he talked like a robot. Which was cool.
He wouldn't, says Oscar.
He did! He said the God Particle could destroy the universe leaving time and space collapsed! says Forster M. Reed.
And you believe that nonsense, says Vello.
Ha! Don't mess with Vello when he sticks his oar in.
Forster M. Reed is vanquished ( temporarily). He retreats to the rest rooms with his packet of wipes, to clean up his knees.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Beware The Opening Portal
The salted caramel/ boysenberry combination ice cream is ready.
Pure Evil man turns back to the counter.
That will be six euro, sir, says the girl behind the counter.
Lordy doo! says Pure Evil man. That's expensive!
It certainly is, says David, overhearing. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this, Em?
Em nods, and starts ordering a complicated ice cream combination.
Pure Evil licks his ice cream with his long red tongue and grins down at Terence and Oscar.
Well worth six euros, says Pure Evil.
Is it? says Vello.
I said so, didn't I, says Pure Evil.
Vello takes an instant dislike to Pure Evil.
I didn't understand your earlier comment, says Vello.
Oho, says Pure Evil. Don't get me started. Just Beware September at CERN, that's what I say.
Nutella, Dutch Chocolate? asks Em.
I'll have what he's having, says Vello.
It's very good ice cream, says Pure Evil. Pity the world is soon ending. Thanks to THEIR MISGUIDED SCIENCE.
Do go on, says Vello.
All right, says Pure Evil, wiping a drool of salted caramel from his chin. Many are saying that CERN will open a portal to the Underworld in September. What do you say to that?
Nothing yet, says Vello. Who are these many?
David has got his ice cream now ( lemon and mango). He licks it, and instantly regrets his choice of two sorbets.
There are many who say Cern was responsible for the Nepal earthquake, says Pure Evil.
Disappointing, says David.
To say the Least, says Pure Evil.
He was talking about his ice cream, says Vello.
Pure Evil ignores him. He is on a roll now.
There are SIGNS! says Pure Evil. For those with eyes to see and ears to hear.
What are they? asks Vello, as Em hands him his salted caramel/boysenberry combination.
Salted caramel and boysenberry. What you asked for, says Em.
The signs, says Vello. I'm talking to Pure Evil man here.
Pure Evil looks put out for a moment. Then the penny drops.
Allow me to introduce myself. Forster M. Reed, says Pure Evil.
Vello, says Vello. And this is David Hume, this is Terence our ...um...cherub, this is Em, our acquaintance, and that boy over there is her son, Oscar, science genius.
Em looks pleased with the description.
Forster M. Reed now has a large audience. His voice fills the ice cream parlour.
CERN! Their logo is 666! Their symbol is Shiva! CERNunnos is the horned demon god of the underworld. At St-Genis-Pouilly there is a temple dedicated to Apollo, reputed to be built over the gate to the underworld! St-Genis-Pouilly is situated above the route of Large Hadron Collider. There is more I can tell you. Much more my friends, about anti matter, dark energy and the spirit world........
It's hypnotic! Terence is captivated. He likes Forster M. Reed and his spittle. He sits down at his feet and stares upwards, neglecting his ice cream.
But to his credit, Oscar (Parrot-Boy), blood brother, science genius, nearly nine, will have none of it.
Pure Evil man turns back to the counter.
That will be six euro, sir, says the girl behind the counter.
Lordy doo! says Pure Evil man. That's expensive!
It certainly is, says David, overhearing. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this, Em?
Em nods, and starts ordering a complicated ice cream combination.
Pure Evil licks his ice cream with his long red tongue and grins down at Terence and Oscar.
Well worth six euros, says Pure Evil.
Is it? says Vello.
I said so, didn't I, says Pure Evil.
Vello takes an instant dislike to Pure Evil.
I didn't understand your earlier comment, says Vello.
Oho, says Pure Evil. Don't get me started. Just Beware September at CERN, that's what I say.
Nutella, Dutch Chocolate? asks Em.
I'll have what he's having, says Vello.
It's very good ice cream, says Pure Evil. Pity the world is soon ending. Thanks to THEIR MISGUIDED SCIENCE.
Do go on, says Vello.
All right, says Pure Evil, wiping a drool of salted caramel from his chin. Many are saying that CERN will open a portal to the Underworld in September. What do you say to that?
Nothing yet, says Vello. Who are these many?
David has got his ice cream now ( lemon and mango). He licks it, and instantly regrets his choice of two sorbets.
There are many who say Cern was responsible for the Nepal earthquake, says Pure Evil.
Disappointing, says David.
To say the Least, says Pure Evil.
He was talking about his ice cream, says Vello.
Pure Evil ignores him. He is on a roll now.
There are SIGNS! says Pure Evil. For those with eyes to see and ears to hear.
What are they? asks Vello, as Em hands him his salted caramel/boysenberry combination.
Salted caramel and boysenberry. What you asked for, says Em.
The signs, says Vello. I'm talking to Pure Evil man here.
Pure Evil looks put out for a moment. Then the penny drops.
Allow me to introduce myself. Forster M. Reed, says Pure Evil.
Vello, says Vello. And this is David Hume, this is Terence our ...um...cherub, this is Em, our acquaintance, and that boy over there is her son, Oscar, science genius.
Em looks pleased with the description.
Forster M. Reed now has a large audience. His voice fills the ice cream parlour.
CERN! Their logo is 666! Their symbol is Shiva! CERNunnos is the horned demon god of the underworld. At St-Genis-Pouilly there is a temple dedicated to Apollo, reputed to be built over the gate to the underworld! St-Genis-Pouilly is situated above the route of Large Hadron Collider. There is more I can tell you. Much more my friends, about anti matter, dark energy and the spirit world........
It's hypnotic! Terence is captivated. He likes Forster M. Reed and his spittle. He sits down at his feet and stares upwards, neglecting his ice cream.
But to his credit, Oscar (Parrot-Boy), blood brother, science genius, nearly nine, will have none of it.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Trick Or Genius Answer
Accelerate as much as you like, the questions remain.
No one's answered the Child Question, says Vello. Is that because no one's sure of the answer?
No one's answered the Family Question, either, says David.
They are sitting inside Restaurant Le Smash, at a table overlooking a swimming pool.
True, says Em. No one answered. Now I've forgotten the question. Hmm, shrimp curry or avocado salad?
I think I'll have perche 'n frites, says David.
How fast do the particles under your feet go in the Large Hadron Collider, parrots Oscar.
A. as fast as a moped
B. as fast as the speed of light (almost) or
C. as fast as a rocket.
Well remembered, Oscar, says Em. Did you remember that, Terence?
Course I did, says Terence. And I know the answer.
I'm sure Oscar knows the answer too, says Em. Don't you Oscar?
Yes, says Oscar. BUT.
But what? asks his mother.
Terence thinks the answer is C, says Oscar. And he's my blood brother.
It's one thing to be loyal to a friend, says Em, and another to stick to what you believe in.
C ! says Terence, defiantly. ( or possibly, See!)
Only as fast as a rocket? says Vello. If that's all, why go to the trouble of building a giant collider?
Terence looks at Oscar (Parrot-Boy), his blood brother.
He means speed-of-light C, says Oscar. E = MC squared. Don't you, Terence? It was a trick question.
No, says Terence. That was a trick answer. And you're a big show-off.
But Em doesn't think so. She thinks Oscar is a genius.
Ice creams all round, after lunch, says Em, in honour of Oscar.
They finish their salads, fish and chips and shrimp curry and head off to an ice cream shop.
They stand in the queue.
We still haven't answered the Family Question, says David, a tad too loudly.
A few people turn round.
Why do it? says Vello. Why accelerate particles at great expense, only to have them crash into one another?
Pure EVIL! says the person immediately in front of Vello, who is:
A. about to choose a salted caramel/boysenberry combination
B. distracted by the Family Question
C. a person who believes the work done at CERN is the work of the Devil
Clue: The answer is the answer most likely to be chosen by Terence.
No one's answered the Child Question, says Vello. Is that because no one's sure of the answer?
No one's answered the Family Question, either, says David.
They are sitting inside Restaurant Le Smash, at a table overlooking a swimming pool.
True, says Em. No one answered. Now I've forgotten the question. Hmm, shrimp curry or avocado salad?
I think I'll have perche 'n frites, says David.
How fast do the particles under your feet go in the Large Hadron Collider, parrots Oscar.
A. as fast as a moped
B. as fast as the speed of light (almost) or
C. as fast as a rocket.
Well remembered, Oscar, says Em. Did you remember that, Terence?
Course I did, says Terence. And I know the answer.
I'm sure Oscar knows the answer too, says Em. Don't you Oscar?
Yes, says Oscar. BUT.
But what? asks his mother.
Terence thinks the answer is C, says Oscar. And he's my blood brother.
It's one thing to be loyal to a friend, says Em, and another to stick to what you believe in.
C ! says Terence, defiantly. ( or possibly, See!)
Only as fast as a rocket? says Vello. If that's all, why go to the trouble of building a giant collider?
Terence looks at Oscar (Parrot-Boy), his blood brother.
He means speed-of-light C, says Oscar. E = MC squared. Don't you, Terence? It was a trick question.
No, says Terence. That was a trick answer. And you're a big show-off.
But Em doesn't think so. She thinks Oscar is a genius.
Ice creams all round, after lunch, says Em, in honour of Oscar.
They finish their salads, fish and chips and shrimp curry and head off to an ice cream shop.
They stand in the queue.
We still haven't answered the Family Question, says David, a tad too loudly.
A few people turn round.
Why do it? says Vello. Why accelerate particles at great expense, only to have them crash into one another?
Pure EVIL! says the person immediately in front of Vello, who is:
A. about to choose a salted caramel/boysenberry combination
B. distracted by the Family Question
C. a person who believes the work done at CERN is the work of the Devil
Clue: The answer is the answer most likely to be chosen by Terence.
Speed Of Light Crunch Time
Oscar (Parrot-Boy) scowls at his blood brother.
The look travels the short distance between them, at the speed of light ( almost ).
Terence intercepts Oscar's look.
Bang! ( or Ping! )
What? says Terence.
You got me in trouble, says Oscar. AND you made me look dumb.
I made you look smarter, says Terence. You were going to say C was the answer. I could tell by the shape of your mouth.
( a skill Terence learned from the Virgin, who often said it.
See? she would often say. See? )
C was the answer, says Oscar.
I agree, says Vello. C was the proper answer. But Terence's answer was amusing.
No, says Terence. The proper answer is Cows, and the answer before was Croutons.
Both starting with C, says David, dabbing Oscar's bloody hand with his hankie.
Thank you, says Oscar.
Thank you, says Terence.
Em comes back with a polystyrene cup full of water, and a box of bandaids.
In no time, Oscar (Parrot-Boy) is sporting a bandaid.
(which is not cool for blood brothers)
Next we'll visit the Neutrinos says Em, then the Alice. After that, if there's time we'll try and make it to the Acceleration, before lunch.
They whizz through the Neutrinos. Phantom Particles. There appears to be nothing to see there.
Then the Alice.
The Alice Experiment studies the state of matter that existed at the start of the Universe. Here Be Quarks.
Child Question: What is the name given to the Primordial Soup?
Oops! That's the answer. A and B are just silly. (Initial stew, infernal broth)
C is the answer.
C for Soup. Terence is right again, as usual.
But Oscar was going to say that as well.
And now, says Vello, I vote we Accelerate towards Crunch time.
Everyone agrees to accelerate. They accelerate along the circuit to the Acceleration Stage.
Child Question: What speed are the particles under your feet accelerated to in the Large Hadron Collider?
A. 50k/h (like a moped)
B. 300,000 k/sec (almost the speed of light)
C. 36,000 k/h (like a rocket)
Family Question: Why do we accelerate particles at CERN ? >>>>>>>
Clue: it's
Connected to
Croutons at
Crunch time >>>>>
The look travels the short distance between them, at the speed of light ( almost ).
Terence intercepts Oscar's look.
Bang! ( or Ping! )
What? says Terence.
You got me in trouble, says Oscar. AND you made me look dumb.
I made you look smarter, says Terence. You were going to say C was the answer. I could tell by the shape of your mouth.
( a skill Terence learned from the Virgin, who often said it.
See? she would often say. See? )
C was the answer, says Oscar.
I agree, says Vello. C was the proper answer. But Terence's answer was amusing.
No, says Terence. The proper answer is Cows, and the answer before was Croutons.
Both starting with C, says David, dabbing Oscar's bloody hand with his hankie.
Thank you, says Oscar.
Thank you, says Terence.
Em comes back with a polystyrene cup full of water, and a box of bandaids.
In no time, Oscar (Parrot-Boy) is sporting a bandaid.
(which is not cool for blood brothers)
Next we'll visit the Neutrinos says Em, then the Alice. After that, if there's time we'll try and make it to the Acceleration, before lunch.
They whizz through the Neutrinos. Phantom Particles. There appears to be nothing to see there.
Then the Alice.
The Alice Experiment studies the state of matter that existed at the start of the Universe. Here Be Quarks.
Child Question: What is the name given to the Primordial Soup?
Oops! That's the answer. A and B are just silly. (Initial stew, infernal broth)
C is the answer.
C for Soup. Terence is right again, as usual.
But Oscar was going to say that as well.
And now, says Vello, I vote we Accelerate towards Crunch time.
Everyone agrees to accelerate. They accelerate along the circuit to the Acceleration Stage.
Child Question: What speed are the particles under your feet accelerated to in the Large Hadron Collider?
A. 50k/h (like a moped)
B. 300,000 k/sec (almost the speed of light)
C. 36,000 k/h (like a rocket)
Family Question: Why do we accelerate particles at CERN ? >>>>>>>
Clue: it's
Connected to
Croutons at
Crunch time >>>>>
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Cows Don't Get Bored
The Control Centre Platform is open.
You are above the Control Centre, not in it.
There is information, and virtual interactivity puzzles. One puzzle for Children and one for Family.
See how you go on the kid's puzzle, Oscar, says Em.
Oscar reads out the Kid's Puzzle question: Which of these particles circulate in the Large Hadron Collider?
A. simpletons
B. protons
C. croutons
Oscar is disgusted.
I'm not doing this, says Oscar. It's too lame.
Let me see, says Vello. Simpletons, protons and croutons. Is this what they call science these days?
No, says Em. This is the question for children. But it's too easy for Oscar. What's the Family Question?
Oscar reads out the Family Question:
Why is the LHC circular?
A: Centrifugal force makes the particles go faster.
B. So the cows in the Pays de Gex don't get bored.
C. Each time they go round the particles receive a pulse, which gives them more energy.
Everyone is looking at Oscar.
Oscar is pretty sure that the answer is C.
He is about to say so when.....
Cows don't get bored, says Terence. That could be the reason.
How so? asks David.
The rumbling, says Terence. Cows like to feel it in their stomachs. That's why it's round.
Ha ha, laugh the grown ups. What does Oscar think?
He thinks the same as me, says Terence. He's my blood brother.
What? says Em. Blood brother? Oscar, I thought I told you........ Oscar, hold out your hand!
Oscar holds out his hand which is smeared with Dark Matter.
Blood, cement and a grit ball.
That looks infected, says Em. Let me see yours, Terence.
Terence holds out his hand.
One of his fingers is missing a nail. (But that may be the fault of the sculptor).
A smear of blood on his palm. (That will be Oscar's).
David offers the use of his hankie.
Em goes off to look for a tap.
You are above the Control Centre, not in it.
There is information, and virtual interactivity puzzles. One puzzle for Children and one for Family.
See how you go on the kid's puzzle, Oscar, says Em.
Oscar reads out the Kid's Puzzle question: Which of these particles circulate in the Large Hadron Collider?
A. simpletons
B. protons
C. croutons
Oscar is disgusted.
I'm not doing this, says Oscar. It's too lame.
Let me see, says Vello. Simpletons, protons and croutons. Is this what they call science these days?
No, says Em. This is the question for children. But it's too easy for Oscar. What's the Family Question?
Oscar reads out the Family Question:
Why is the LHC circular?
A: Centrifugal force makes the particles go faster.
B. So the cows in the Pays de Gex don't get bored.
C. Each time they go round the particles receive a pulse, which gives them more energy.
Everyone is looking at Oscar.
Oscar is pretty sure that the answer is C.
He is about to say so when.....
Cows don't get bored, says Terence. That could be the reason.
How so? asks David.
The rumbling, says Terence. Cows like to feel it in their stomachs. That's why it's round.
Ha ha, laugh the grown ups. What does Oscar think?
He thinks the same as me, says Terence. He's my blood brother.
What? says Em. Blood brother? Oscar, I thought I told you........ Oscar, hold out your hand!
Oscar holds out his hand which is smeared with Dark Matter.
Blood, cement and a grit ball.
That looks infected, says Em. Let me see yours, Terence.
Terence holds out his hand.
One of his fingers is missing a nail. (But that may be the fault of the sculptor).
A smear of blood on his palm. (That will be Oscar's).
David offers the use of his hankie.
Em goes off to look for a tap.
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