"You want to prove your theory is false… Wait, are you talking about the scientific method?"
"Yes, and the thing is, I have to be absolutely sure this is special relativity."
"So if we try to prove that this isn't special relativity, and we fail, then it is special relativity—and we solve the Bianconiglio Problem!"
"Bianconiglio Problem?" I ask.
"Where is that coming from?"
"Well, we followed a white rabbit and got late to where we were going, so I thought the name was fitting. But I was just joking, you don't have to take me—"
"No, wait, it actually sounds nice… And it's simpler than always saying, can time dilation happen without relativistic speeds or high gravitational force...
The Bianconiglio Problem…"
"I don't understand. You say this is special relativity, but you also say it's not supposed to happen…"
"Yes, well, the thing is, special relativity isn't complete."
"What, Einstein never finished his work? Why is that?"
"Einstein's theories aren't complete—not because he couldn't or didn't want to finish them… It's just that they don't explain some aspects of gravity, mainly how it works in the quantum realm. And now, apparently, in Val Susa's woods."
As I was talking Marco undressed and wore his pijamas .
"Nat, I am tired, I'll go to bed now, please wake me when it's time for breakfast," he yawns.
"I'll advise you to rest too"
He slips in his blankets, I remove my shirt and go to the toilet.
I brush my teeth making sure to clean each corner, I look at my face.
I am used to getting called baby face but, I really don't look like everyone else, people easily confuse me with a 9 year old.
I look at my hair trough the mirror of the toilet.
My hair used to be golden blonde, but as I aged it became darker and darker; that said I rearly cut it so the tips are still blonde, but the roots are almost black.
I spit , wash my face and leave the toilet.
As I open the door Marco has already left me for the land of dreams.
"What the f#ck happened today"
This situation is insane, I still feel like the phones breaking is a possibility, but... Maybe is just a prank, like... I basically just time traveled.
I experienced time dilation, and a strong one at that, if my calculations are correct, time in the white rabbit's borrow is around twice as fast, so the rate od time dilation is incremental l, 1 minute on Earth's pov is 2 in the borrow, 5 minutes are 10 and 1 hour becomes 2 hours.
But I need to measure it properly, if the rate of change isn't 2, but 2.3, 1 hour would become 2 hours and 18 minutes...
Does any of this make sense ?
How is it possible that an object that can disturb space and time in ways we have not even discovered yet.
This is insane... I mean, it can't be something naturaly occurring.
I still need to study well what's happening there but is it really possible that randomly in a forest in the middle of the Alps there's a time machine ?
That doesn't make sense!
Who could have built something like that; I mean how do you build a time machine and and leave It in the middle of The Woods .
I take the Sharpie and walk to the whiteboard
This is what I need to discover:
The precise location of the centre of this phenomenom, lemme call it the white rabbit's borrow.
The rate of time dilation.
I any type of gravitational pull.
The interaction between light and the borrow.
This is the best I can do with technology of a 12 year old on school trip.
But most importantly, I need to make sure to verify that whatever is happening here isn't lethal.
If whatever is happening in that forest is even vaguely similar to a black hole...
I sit down on my bed and look at the night sky through the window.
"Lemme get some sleep too"
I get in bed and I quickly follow Marco to met Orfeo
The train station was bussling with life.
—businessmen, wild teenagers, travelers, tourists, families—all walking at high speed from one point to another in search of a new destination.
Right there in the middle, emerging from one of the most central platforms, stood a tall, slender young man, no older than 25, with jet-black hair and a sharp gaze, arriving in Milan together with a respectable gentleman, around 60–65 years old at most, with thick white hair, an amused expression, and a bushy mustache that almost entirely covered his mouth.
Both wore formal yet not austere outfits. The young man had on a polo shirt and long silk trousers, along with loafers.
The older man, on the other hand, walked around in a golf cap, linnen shirt with a sleeveless sweater, and pinkish shorts, paired with sneakers.
They both traveled light, each dragging a single suitcase with elegance.
"The Milan station is one thing I definitely didn't miss, I have to admit. The chaos here is unmatched," said the young man in a weary tone.
"You really are unmatched, Karl—complaining about a main city's train station at rush hour, as if Munich's were all sunshine and roses," the man replied cheerfully.
"When is our driver arriving?" Karl asked, sounding irritated.
"Never call my granddaughter your driver again," the man said, in a surprisingly thunderous tone
From the bustle of the crowd, a peculiar girl emerged…She was tall and slender, with hazel-colored hair styled in a wolf cut.She was lightly dressed: tennis shoes, wide silk pants that looked like they belonged to a Buddhist hippie, and a cream-colored tank top. .
She wore several necklaces around her neck and had a piercing on her nose and eyebrow.Her walk was fast and determined.When she noticed the two of them, she first looked around as if to make sure no one was watching her—funny, considering they were in the middle of a public place—then she suddenly dashed furiously toward the old man.
"Nonnino!" she said enthusiastically. You could see the joy of meeting her grandfather in her eyes."Alessandria, we finally meet! Come here!"The two embraced warmly, while Karl stood off to the side, a hint of awkwardness spreading across his face.
As soon as the woman let go of her grandfather, she looked at Karl with a determined expression and said:"Nice to meet you, Alessandria—but everyone calls me Ale. Grandpa told me a lot about you.""The same goes for me," the young man replied all in one breath. "Nice to meet you, Karl von Weißrittern."
The girl looked at him for a moment and then said, "Grandpa was right—your nose is funny."Karl immediately hid his nose. "What, my nose? Funny? Hey, old man…"But the man was already swiftly making his way toward the station exit.
When the three finally got outside, Karl asked, "So where's your car?""Car?" she replied inquisitively. "You didn't seriously think I'd park in the center of Milan, did you?"The young man's expression went from surprised to amused, and then slowly he realized it wasn't a joke. His smile faded into a neutral face, then turned into one of pure horror.
The three of them hurried toward the bus stop."Wait!" Karl once again found himself surprised by the professor's physical stamina.
They finally managed to get on a tram, which was packed… all the way to the doors… with their suitcases in hand.The elderly man stood next to a middle-aged woman playing Candy on her phone. Alessandria was just behind him, squeezed between two burly men wearing K-pop band shirts. Karl was the closest to the driver, surrounded by a group of middle school kids.
"Na toll," Karl muttered in an annoyed tone.
They had to change buses twice before reaching the parking lot where Alessandria's car was located.Her car was a 4x4 off-road vehicle—the kind they still made properly in America back in the seventies. A real little gem.
"Come on, let's go home!" the young woman exclaimed with contagious enthusiasm.
They were now outside the urban center, and the woman had no problem picking up speed.The young man was lost in thought, staring out the window at the sunset, his hair being wildly tousled by the wind.
"So, grandpa, how's the research going?" she asked playfully, her tone flirtatious as she sped down the road with ease.
Her grandfather, the renowned Professor Licciani, yawned like a child waking from a nap. He opened his eyes slowly, looked at his granddaughter with an unreadable expression, and then turned his gaze away.
"It's all useless. We've improved Copperfield's machine, fixed all the calculation errors, and gathered the greatest scientists of our time… but it's physically impossible to create a black hole with a particle accelerator the size of the one we have at CERN. It's pointless. We would need—"
"Professor! That's confidential information! Are you sure it's safe to talk about this with your granddaughter?"
"It's fine, Karl. I trust Ale. Besides, she already knows everything."
"Everything!?"
"Yes. Since the very beginning of Project Limbo, I've confided in her. You know, it's sometimes helpful to have the perspective of someone who isn't a physicist."
The young man's face turned pale, and slowly his body collapsed into the back seat of the vehicle.
As night fall was aproching the car arrived to a little villa lost in the contry side, the three of came down from the car as Ale was still wrapping her head around some concepts.
"Wait , so even if in thory you could compress a quark in a small enough radius to transform it in a black hole, phisycs as we understand it today do not permit it , both becuse we do not know how to interact in such a small scale, but also becuse we dont have a quantum gravity model , baisicly we dont know if this stuff is even alloud this small.
but (cutting it very short ) particels at high energy states can exchange mass and energy, but still the amount of energy needed is others of magnitudes out of reach...
This truly looks like a fun braintwister... but i dont get it, if it is impossible for use to create one by all means, why are you pepole trying?"
"Simple , Copperfield saw one" the professor said calmly "on earth"