The universe was dying, and Thomas Whitmore was the only person alive who knew it.
He discovered it on a Thursday, in a basement laboratory at MIT that smelled like solder and stale coffee and the particular kind of loneliness that accumulates in rooms where young people work too many hours on problems that nobody else understands. The problem was cosmic microwave background radiation—the afterglow of the Big Bang, the oldest light in the universe, a faint hiss of...
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