Self-discovery

Well, brother…. First of all, the topic deals totally with the development of the blocks of memory that Valery and I had done long ago, and it looks like Hilobok was at least the inventor and director of the project; it doesn't come out and say so, but you can read it between the lines. Secondly, he allowed himself free improvisation in part of the explanation and interpretation of the results, and made major mistakes. Thirdly, he has long — proven facts, determined by foreign systemologists and electronics people, introduced by “It has been determined by experiments that….” How could the scientific council let that get by? It's May, and half the people are on business trips or vacation.

No, he won't get away with this.

May 19. “Do you know math?” Kravets asked when I told him about it and my plans for it.

“Yes, why?”

“Then add it up: two days to prepare for participation in the defense, plus a day for the defense, plus a month of hassles afterward. You're not a baby. You know you won't get by with a joke like this. What's more important: you'll be squandering a month of our work, the results of which will influence the world more than all the technology extant today, or some lousy dissertation, which won't affect anything? One more or less in the world, no difference.”

“Hmm… and now I'll show you a different math. You and I are identical people with identical ability, and in some ways you've surpassed me. But if I were to go over to that Harry Hilobok and, without delving into particulars, tell him that student Kravets is stupid, hasn't the slightest understanding of computers (even is weak in math), breaks equipment, and secretly drinks alcohol, what do you think would happen to Kravets? Kicked out of the institute and out of the dorms. And he's gone. He won't be able to prove anything to anyone, because he's only a student. And that's the comparative power that Hilobok will have over us when he becomes a doctor of sciences. Have I convinced you?”

I convinced him so well that he set off immediately for the library to take notes from open sources.

I have another justification: we have to think not only about our research but also about defending the correct application of our discovery some day. And we don't yet know how to do that. We have to learn.

The hell with careful justification! I mean am I alive in this world or is it only my imagination?

May 22. It all began normally enough. A small but impressive audience gathered in the hall of the construction bureau. Harry Haritonovich put up several sheets of oaktag with graphs and charts on the board, struck a picturesque pose next to them and delivered the usual twenty — minute talk. The audience listened with the usual discomfort. Some had no idea what he was talking about; others understood some of it; and still others understood it all: just what this Hilobok was, and what his dissertation was on, and why he kept it secret. But all those present thought glumly that it was none of their business, and really, that they could not cast the first stone — the usual sleepy thoughts that permit thousands of inept and sneaky louts into science.

Harry finished. The chairman read critical response to the work. The response was good (but who would submit unfavorable ones to his dissertation defense?). The only serious unexpected thing was that Arkady Arkadievich had written a response to the work, too. Then the official opponent took the stage. Everyone knows what an official opponent does: in order to earn his name, he notes several inconsistencies, several incomplete thoughts, and “yet in sum total the work corresponds… the author is deserving of….” Well, I won't lie about this one: the opponent from Moscow was a highly qualified man and he mocked all the propositions of the dissertation and made it clear that he could expose the whole thing, but he did it so carefully and subtly that probably even Harry didn't see it. “Yet in sum total the work deserves….”

And finally: “Who would like to speak?” Usually by this time everyone is disgusted by the proceedings; no one wants anything; the candidate thanks everyone — and it's over.

Laboratory head V. Krivoshein breathed in and out deeply (by then I realized how much trouble this would cause) and raised his hand. Harry Haritonovich was unpleasantly surprised. I spoke twenty minutes, as he had, and in unfolding my point of view I handed the council members journals, magazines, monographs, brochures, and so on that contained the results Hilobok was defending without any mention of him. Then I re — created his circuit for… never mind for what, particularly since its only redeeming feature was its “originality,” and proved that the circuit would not work in the frequencies of the required range. There was a hubbub in the hall.