Nathan interrupted again, asking, “I have two questions though. That you need an exit on the ceiling means that Christine did not share her knowledge of physics with you. Don’t you want to escape here? Emma already lost her interest in learning because of this. I don’t see why we can’t be trusted. The other question is about the reason why we want to go to the Andromeda galaxy. Most infinities derivable from special relativity and general relativity were already thoroughly explored in the 20th century. Most physicists wouldn’t dare to talk too much about those findings, because firstly they would not want to risk their reputation by talking about something that sounds like religion, and secondly they would not want to invent anything worse than nuclear weaponry. As Richard Feynman loved to say when he was part of the Manhattan Project, there was nothing to be done in physics anymore. The 21st century was rather quiet, without any important physicist emerging from the human world, until the advent of Antichrist Society. Now, let’s devise a rocket that goes to Mars and hits it nearly at the speed of light. The nearly infinite relativistic kinetic energy released from the impact will result in a flash of photons to turn the entire Solar System into a huge cloud of plasma. Unfortunately, all energy forms within space-time cannot go beyond the speed of light. It will take years for any impact within the Solar System to affect anything outside of the Solar System. We don’t really have to go outside of the Milky Way galaxy. You see what I mean?”
Emma was not shy of voicing her opinion at this point, either, hearing what Nathan had said about her. “Well,” she said, “if I really do want to shoot Fey, she won’t have a chance to block or bend a bullet from me. It makes no difference anyway. I think both Christine and Fey function by trust with us. However, letting us leave at will is a completely different level.”
Smiling, Fey was not saying a word. She looked at Nathan, then Emma, then Thomas, and then the rest of the children that had not left the classroom. No one was laughing, as Fey would always expect from the Christish, because they were mostly very calm. They smiled, too, expressing and exchanging a mutual understanding with Fey and Emma.
“Well,” Fey laughed, “I will come as a robot in the next class then. Actually, you will never see me again, because that robot will represent me. If you shoot it, you shoot me.”
Emma laughed, too, reminding her to answer Nathan’s questions, because everyone in the classroom was curious about her answers.
“Well,” Fey replied, “Christine has to protect herself from us, too. That’s why she wasn’t sharing much with you and me. As to why we have to go to the Andromeda galaxy, I have no idea.”