Dr. Frank Einstein (3 page)

  
                                  Chapter Four

    How many times have I died?  Does Life just go on after death?

    Police constantly stopped me because I always walked like a drunk.  Muggers bothered me because they thought I was easy prey.

   
Nighttime in Nashville, Four boys knocked me down to rob me by my light blue olds Delta ninety eight in a darkened church parking lot. But a huge man from the porch of a nearby house flicked on the porch light and yelled.   He scared them off.

    Two youths chased after me in the night time Nashville city streets. 

 
   “Stop, you motherfucker!  Give us all your money!” One of the youths accosted me as they sprinted behind me.

   
  I ran hard through the lactic acid in my veins of my legs.  They were gaining on me.

    
“We gonna beat the shit outta ya till you give us your stuff!”  Fortunately I ran a five: ten mile.

   
So I could now out last them.  My slacks whipped against each other as I reached my stride.      Mucus clogged my throat but I kept on running till I made it to a house door. The people inside it heard my knocks and opened it.  The youths then lost interest in their pursuit. 

    
In the daylight four youths rustled through my clothes looking for money on an intercity block.  They found nothing.  I stood there motionless hoping they leave if unprovoked by me.  They left me by some fence on a vacant lot.  

     
On a skid row street a guy stuck a knife in my side; demanding money.  I had learned never to carry money. So I did not have money.  I showed him my empty pockets.   He left walking down the street.

     Once I sold flowers in Times Square.  I partnered with a young very pretty Japanese woman who I gotten to known in the paralegal job that I did during the day. She was immigrating to the United States based on the fact that she had married an American. 

     Two guys started to harass her.  They took her bucket of flowers, waving and circling the bucket around as she attempted to get it
back.  They jeered.  “Jump!  Oh, come on higher.  Oh you want your little flowers back?”  They laughed at her.  I intervened on her behalf but before I could say anything they jumped me and slammed my head against the concrete sidewalk many times, knocking me out.  I floated in some swirl of abstract images.  I completely forgot what had just transpired in Times Square.  I was too busy with the images.  It felt like hours. It felt like minutes. Then I funneled conscious to a splitting headache. Faced up on the hard asphalt sidewalk I looked up at a cop whose head haloed under a theatre marque.  The criminals were long gone. They stole my flower and six dollars and twenty seven cents.  

     In a Los Angeles skid row hotel a guy held me in a head lock while his partner went through my empty pockets. I stood still to avoid any conflict. I would have a big pain in the neck for the week after the incident.

 
One of the muggers actually lived in the building.  I knew his room number.  I called the police. I waited in the lobby as I looked in the lit night.  The night clerk stood behind a barred reception desk. He was Japanese but his shouldered length hair made look like an apache.  The run down hotel edged Little Tokyo. The hotel exists not now. It is now a parking lot as part of skid row that was sucked up by the aesthetic pleasing Little Tokyo.

   The Police came. I gave them the muggers’ room number. They arrested the two men in that one guy’s room. They were tried for the crime. I was called as witness.  They were found not guilty.  However being arrested violated their parole so they had to finish their previous sentence. 

     In the desert night I strolled in its stillness. As I walked a deserted street, a lone car fained to hit me several times, as its passengers laughed all the while. I walked for over mile turning on this street and that.  But the car kept following me faking to crash into me.  Finally I made it to a parking lot of a Holiday Inn.  In a more active area the chase ended.  A passing motorist, who had witnessed of the chase called the police.  But when police arrived they were more concern with what board and care facility I had escaped from than me being stalked by a car.

     During the Two thousand Democratic Convention, a battalion of auxiliary police marched down a restaurant ladened Los Angeles Street in riot gear, not even close to the convention, just to terrorize the people on the streets.  I, being the easiest to attack, got four terrific blows with a nightstick to the sides as I cowered behind a tree. 

     However I sued the city as a part of a class action suit.  Many other were maimed by the police. I got twenty two thousand dollars in
the class action suit:  Berg et al v City of Los Angeles.  It was portrayed in an episode of NBC’s Law and Order.

                                                                Chapter five

     When I died my cells will be disperse and become part of another living thing.  But my spirit will be release to another re
alm.  Science has proven this.

       String theory predicts extra dimensions. In classical string theory the number of dimensions is not fixed by any consistency criterion.   Like the universe where retired Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor admits the voting for George W Bush in Bush v Gore was wrong.  Oh, yeah that is our universe.  With O’Connor admission now all of Bush‘s crimes and disappears because Gore had been retroactively made president.

     
However, in order to make a consistent quantum theory, string theory is required to live in a spacetime of the so-called "critical dimension": we must have twenty six relatively successful spacetime dimensions for the bosonic string and ten for the superstring. Maybe one of those space time dimensions O’Connor voted for Gore the first time in the year two thousand. A much better universe.  This is necessary to ensure the vanishing of the conformal anomaly of the world sheet conformal field theory. Modern understanding indicates that there exist less-trivial ways of satisfying this criterion. Cosmological solutions exist in a wider variety of dimensionalities, and these different dimensions are related by dynamical transitions. The dimensions are more precisely different values of the "effective central charge", a count of degrees of freedom that reduces to dimensionality in weakly curved regimes. This causes one universe to have Bush confess that everything he did was mind blowingly tragic. One such theory is the eleven-dimensional M-theory, which requires space-time to have eleven dimensions. As opposed to the usual three spatial dimensions and the fourth dimension of time. The original string theories from the nineteen eighty describe special cases of M-theory where the eleventh dimension is a very small circle or a line, and if these formulations are considered as fundamental, then string theory requires ten dimensions. But the theory also describes universes like ours, with four observable space-time dimensions, as well as universes with up to ten flat space dimensions, and also cases where the position in some of the dimensions is not described by a real number, but by a completely different type of mathematical quantity. So the notion of space-time dimension is not fixed in string theory: it is best thought of as different in different circumstances. Because what Bush did the whole universe has be erased and everything has to be piggybacked on another dimension.

   
Nothing in Maxwell's theory of electromagnetism or Einstein's theory of relativity makes this kind of prediction; these theories require physicists to insert the number of dimensions "by both hands", and this number is fixed and independent of potential energy. String theory allows one to relate the number of dimensions to scalar potential energy. In technical terms, this happens because a gauge anomaly exists for every separate number of predicted dimensions, and the gauge anomaly can be counteracted by including nontrivial potential energy into equations to solve motion. Furthermore, the absence of potential energy in the "critical dimension" explains why flat space-time solutions are possible. This can be better understood by noting that a photon included in a consistent theory (technically, a particle carrying a force related to an unbroken gauge symmetry) must be massless. The mass of the photon that is predicted by string theory depends on the energy of the string mode that represents the photon. This energy includes a contribution from the Casmir effect, namely from quantum fluctuations in the string. The size of this contribution depends on the number of dimensions, since for a larger number of dimensions there are more possible fluctuations in the string position. Therefore, the photon in flat space-time will be massless—and the theory consistent—only for a particular number of dimensions. When the calculation is done, the critical dimensionality is not four as one may expect (three axes of space and one of time). The subset of X is equal to the relation of photon fluctuations in a linear dimension. Flat space string theories are twenty six -dimensional in the bosonic case, while superstring and M-theories turn out to involve ten or eleven dimensions for flat solutions. In bosonic string theories, the twenty six dimensions come from the Polyakov equation. Starting from any dimension greater than four, it is necessary to consider how these are reduced to four dimensional space-time Compact dimensions. Two different ways have been proposed to resolve this apparent contradiction. The first is to compactify the extra dimensions; i.e., the six or seven extra dimensions are so small as to be undetectable by present day experiments.

  
Hey who is putting this stuff in my mind!

     To retain a high degree of super symmetry, these compactification spaces must be very special, as reflected in their holonomy. A
six -dimensional manifold must have
SU(3) structure, a particular case (torsion less) of this being SU(3) holonomy, making it a Calabi–Yau space, and a seven dimensional manifold must have G two structure, with G two holonomy again being a specific, simple, case. Such spaces have been studied in attempts to relate string theory to the four dimensional Standard Model, in part due to the computational simplicity afforded by the assumption of super symmetry. More recently, progress has been made constructing more realistic compactification without the degree of symmetry of Calabi–Yau or G two manifolds.  A standard analogy for this is to consider multidimensional space as a garden hose. If the hose is viewed from a sufficient distance, it appears to have only one dimension, its length. Indeed, think of a ball just small enough to enter the hose. Throwing such a ball inside the hose, the ball would move more or less in one dimension; in any experiment we make by throwing such balls in the hose, the only important movement will be one-dimensional, that is, along the hose. However, as one approaches the hose, one discovers that it contains a second dimension, its circumference. Thus, an ant crawling inside it would move in two dimensions (and a fly flying in it would move in three dimensions). This "extra dimension" is only visible within a relatively close range to the hose, or if one "throws in" small enough objects. Similarly, the extra compact dimensions are only "visible" at extremely small distances, or by experimenting with particles with extremely small wavelengths (of the order of the compact dimension's radius), which in quantum mechanics means very high energies.

   What are some of these thoughts I’m having i do not understand.

        
                                 Chapter six

      “I wanna fuck him up so bad!”

   
  “Tommy, I'm gonna take you to the office and call your mother right now!” She said as she took his hand and led him back to Happy Hollow Elementary school.

   
  “I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!” Whimpered Tommy, he grabbed her hand over her hand. He tried to pull his body from her.  He practically skidded; resisting her hauling of him to disciplinary action.  ” I won't say it ever again. Please don't call my mom.”