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malcolmeffectIan walked off the symposium stage with a feeling of disbelief. In a gathering that was supposed to foster new ideas people were terribly close minded. He really couldn’t see how his new theory in the field of Chaos Mathematics was so out of bounds. The simple form was that a system once disrupted would continue to be disrupted in waves. Should the waves be sufficient the system would not recover until a terminal crash reset the entire entity. It was a theory already speculated about in environmental science though no one had dared attempt an explanation that could be tested. Some of these people were rejecting ideas they already applied.
He snorted a laugh while pouring a drink. Scientists feared change because it swept someone else’s work under the rug, made people learn something new. They were set in stone. Ian sighed and saw an over jovial man approaching. He recognized him but couldn’t quite place the face aside from a memory of seeing him at several other ecological based symposiums. He seemed to be heading straight for Malcolm. It was an imminent collision course.
“Dr. Malcolm.” A hand was stuck out at him from the smiling faced man before he could clear the area.
“Uh. Yeah.” Malcolm shifted his drink and shook the hand.
“I’m very interested in your work.”
That was an unexpected comment. Ian smiled seeing his own theoretical beliefs put into motion through an everyday, mundane encounter. “Hopefully you’re not one of the dissenters.”
“Oh no.” The man who had yet to give his name poured a cup of punch. “I’m John Hammond and I’m interested in getting your opinion on some of my company’s work.”
The name he remembered but that was forgotten. Easily amused by the constant and reoccurring proof of the inability to predict living systems Ian laughed. “Which company is yours?”
“InGen.” Hammond replied with child-like glee.
Genetics was certainly a place where Malcolm felt chaos theory could be easily applied but was never done or accepted. “International Genetic Technologies. What use to they have for a Chaotician?”
“I…” The man paused as if searching for the proper words. “We are looking for prediction on created habitats.”
“Created?” Malcolm didn’t know what that meant exactly but it caused the hairs on his neck to prickle from a very bad feeling.
“Yes.” The man nodded vigorously. “We are creating environmental models. Something I know you are interested in Dr. Malcolm. Your consultation on this project would be appreciated.”
Ian contemplated it for several moments before nodding. “Let me see what you have before I agree to consulting.”
“Of course. I’ll call you in a few days for a meeting.” Hammond seemed distracted by someone else now out of the lecture hall. Then abruptly drifted away.
“That is chaos theory.” Malcolm muttered to himself before going to mingle with the others in the foyer.
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He snorted a laugh while pouring a drink. Scientists feared change because it swept someone else’s work under the rug, made people learn something new. They were set in stone. Ian sighed and saw an over jovial man approaching. He recognized him but couldn’t quite place the face aside from a memory of seeing him at several other ecological based symposiums. He seemed to be heading straight for Malcolm. It was an imminent collision course.
“Dr. Malcolm.” A hand was stuck out at him from the smiling faced man before he could clear the area.
“Uh. Yeah.” Malcolm shifted his drink and shook the hand.
“I’m very interested in your work.”
That was an unexpected comment. Ian smiled seeing his own theoretical beliefs put into motion through an everyday, mundane encounter. “Hopefully you’re not one of the dissenters.”
“Oh no.” The man who had yet to give his name poured a cup of punch. “I’m John Hammond and I’m interested in getting your opinion on some of my company’s work.”
The name he remembered but that was forgotten. Easily amused by the constant and reoccurring proof of the inability to predict living systems Ian laughed. “Which company is yours?”
“InGen.” Hammond replied with child-like glee.
Genetics was certainly a place where Malcolm felt chaos theory could be easily applied but was never done or accepted. “International Genetic Technologies. What use to they have for a Chaotician?”
“I…” The man paused as if searching for the proper words. “We are looking for prediction on created habitats.”
“Created?” Malcolm didn’t know what that meant exactly but it caused the hairs on his neck to prickle from a very bad feeling.
“Yes.” The man nodded vigorously. “We are creating environmental models. Something I know you are interested in Dr. Malcolm. Your consultation on this project would be appreciated.”
Ian contemplated it for several moments before nodding. “Let me see what you have before I agree to consulting.”
“Of course. I’ll call you in a few days for a meeting.” Hammond seemed distracted by someone else now out of the lecture hall. Then abruptly drifted away.
“That is chaos theory.” Malcolm muttered to himself before going to mingle with the others in the foyer.
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