The below link is for a Wiki article about Salvador Dali’s – The Sacrament of the Last Supper. If you read toward the end, the writer notes that Dali used, the Golden Ratio.
What’s the Golden Ratio, you ask? I will let the Wiki folks put you to sleep from the below link. It has a lot of basic information, and if you have read, Fishing for Light, you might get a chuckle based on several of the references.
So, I get the question, where does the title, Fishing for Light come from, well, I’ll let my characters tell you from, Fishing for Light, beginning of Chapter 13.
Forged to their life long mission, after completing an exhaustive search, Professor Quan and Captain Lovins determined the ideal location for their lair was within the southeastern corridor of the United States, known as Appalachia. After they secretly acquired a vast track of land from a mining company that bought some of their unique diamond tipped drill bits, land that they had removed most of the mountaintop, Captain Lovins skillfully built the laboratory complex within a dead coalmine. The region’s forgotten inhabitants were made up of mob informants under witness protection, clannish hillbillies and their unlucky spawn. They ignored the mysterious alchemy going on up in the deep, dark, woods full of imagined magic fairies, giant Cyclops, and sinister leprechauns bouncing in and out of our dimension. And the new kids in the hills, a tough, bald headed soldier, and a ticked-off mad scientist. They happened to make drill bits for mining and excavation companies.
One fateful afternoon Professor Quan, with total commitment to his science, he extracted several pints of his own blood.
“Hate, stinking, needles,” Professor Quan said. He squirmed and held his breath. Using a rubber tourniquet, he penetrated his left arm near the elbow with a number three gauge needle attached to an evacuated collection tube. With a tiny sample, through his use of the Golden Ratio, he calculated the exact cross-linked polymer gel composition. He blasted the mesh network of polyacrylamide with a lightning bolt-like electrical current he had focused through the Hope Diamond. The intense beam of pure energy made the substance appear as if a massive earthquake shook the gel residue with hydrodynamic friction as if the earth’s surface had turned to grains of sand. He then stained a brilliant blue dye along the particle strip, which caused his individual molecules magically to appear. He then flooded the specimen with intense UV light and snapped a photo. Under a powerful optical microscope, he had customized to view below 200 nanometers; Professor Quan peered into the view lens. His vision blurred as he inspected his own genome. All of his genetic information stripped bare.
“I knew it!” Professor Quan said.
Nearby repairing Professor Quan’s autoclave, Captain Lovins rushed into the lab.
“What’s up?” Captain Lovins asked.
“I can map my DNA. I know where the genes hide,” Professor Quan said. His hands shook. “They can’t hide from me, I know how to find them. I don’t know exactly what they do, yet, but-”
“Amazing,” Captain Lovins said. He smacked Professor Quan on the left shoulder. Professor Quan webbled, but he did not wobble off his feet. Captain Lovins snapped his fingers.
“What do those hippies say?” Captain Lovins asked.
“Far-out man,” Professor Quan said. He and Captain Lovins cackled. “I did it, man.”
Captain Lovins glanced around the laboratory at the collection of scientific equipment.
“When do we attack?” Captain asked.
“First, we need an efficient delivery method?” Professor Quan said. He puckered his lips. “That’s my next trick, might take me some time, I can isolate genes, deliver them in an easy, simple way that will minimize detection. I know for certain I can alter IQ’s, I can use my profile to boost their IQ’s.”
“Good point,” Captain Lovins said. “Not just going to walk up, hey take this pill, it’ll help you get smart, sense evil.”
“Exactly,” Professor Quan said.
“Teach a child to fish,” Captain Lovins said.
“To fish for the light inside them,” Professor Quan said.
I will write this, at least I’m not boring, although I do like to wear bowties.