They Lack A Fundamental Understanding Of Physics
He speaks of the (im)possibility of love: something almost like time travel: i.e., theoretical: i.e., accessible to alien creatures he can’t (won’t) understand. She says, “I’m no scientist,” which means, “We’re the same,” which means, “Let’s find the fourth dimension together,” which means, “I can prove you wrong & you’ll like it when I do.” He shakes his head, admits telescopes scare him as much as microscopes = observation frightens him = the fear of change. She sighs. Δ is how she lives her life, lest she should turn supernova & throw her own self out of orbit, suck them both into a black hole. --Caitlin Johnson