A Whateley Academy 2nd Generation Tale
The Quantum Suicides
--- Wednesday, August 10th, 2016, Washington D.C.
Dr. Derek Speers entered the chamber several minutes ahead of schedule, well before anyone else. He had a natural nervousness about new places, and that this one was an official government meeting hall did not calm him for an instant. A few minutes to familiarize himself, that was all he needed, and he took advantage of post-lunch tardiness to come to terms with his surroundings. The room was quiet, austere, with none of the grandeur or even largesse he'd come to expect of Congressional architecture. There was a wide arc of comfortable chairs placed behind a series of long tables. Those were for the committee members; he wouldn't have the luxury of sitting for the next few hours. His place was front and center, standing on display like some horrible parody of a university professor set to serve as a warning for all. His mother would have been quite comfortable here, but Dr. Speers the younger had no such experience to fall back on. His brand of science was not the sort that was taught in most reasonable universities. This was in fact the reason he was here, to stand and report before the Senate Committee on Public Use and Safety of Devises.