07.29.3013: Aristotle and Demos
Summary: Balius stops by Demos' lab for his orientation of sorts. Rock talk turns philosophical
Date: 29.07.2013
Related: A continuation of the internship offered in An Offer on the Table.
Demos Balius 

Demos' Lab
White and clean, this is not much unlike other labs in the area. Floor, counters, walls and the lights themselves are radiantly white and well kept to say the least. Individual spaces along the perimeter for either lab techs or various experiments with the more expensive hooded equipment right down the middle. Mixed in the individual space are glass cabinets that either preserve cold or heat as well as storage for tubes, beakers, and the like. A few machines dot the surfaces at either end of the central hooded machine area, some circular in shape like centrifuges or simple tube holders in incubators that rotate, turn, twist and otherwise turn upside down.

There is a distinct office set aside along one side, shared with the glass cabinets like a bank where the office is not. Inside that office is a desk and personal shelf space. There is a window that looks out from the desk to the lab itself, it is a transition surface, going from black both ways, to one-way see through for the researcher, or clear both ways. An overriding feature all throughout the lab and office are rocks of various shapes and sizes. While a good half of them appear boring, there are enough that sparkle, shine, glitter and glow to make any gem dealer and rare rock collector jealous as well as account for a small fortune in itself.


The passage of time is forgotten in the sterile environment of the labs. There are a mix of subjects in here, but all in a white environment. One lab may be geology, and their neighbor could be astrophysics, yet another hydrodynamics. Between it all, Demos has returned to his lab and forgotten the passage of the time. Presently he has a large chunk of rock on one of the central tables and is chipping some specimen's off the rock and into tubes and trays for other tests. Mostly unmindful of that around him. It is him alon for the moment in the lab, the door is open just the same.

Balius makes sure to follow proper protocols. He's swapped his stable boots for some cloth shoes, his typical satchel and green tunic. He eases into the lab, which he immediately realizes must be Demos', considering the vast amounts of rocks. Relieved he didn't get lost in the winding lanes of the Ring, he'll relax slightly. He'll tap lightly on the door as he enters. "Mr. Osteros?"

"Ah, Mr. Balius," he looks up, scrapping a little more off the rock then tapping his tool off on the tube. Demos seals it and comes over, "Good to see you here. You might like this specimen." A thumb is tossed over his shoulder at the larger chunk, "I think its a 4th World remnant, the question being did it travel to the battle point in space where we encountered 2nd Wave, or did they bring it with them." A shrug, a good mystery, perhaps not the best. "You had no trouble getting in, that's good, all your clearance is in order, no hassles then?"

Studying the rock carefully, Bey's eyes try to pay close attention to the color and grooves of the sample. He's trying to recall the basics of how to identify the different types. He'll nod, genuinely interested in the question but unsure of how to find the answer. A few ideas float in his mind but nothing he yet feels comfortable enough to voice. "I did have to take a couple stops to make sure I wasn't tracking in any foreign specimens from that forest of mine." He'll smile at Demos.

Grinning a little, Demos shrugs, "I appreciate that effort Balius, not that I'd mind a few samples here and there. Glad you'd consider it, most wouldn't be so mindful out of the box." He puts the tube down, into a clear tray with a few more, ready perhaps for a centrifuge. Then he returns, "I see your curiosity. I think our first rule should be that curiousity is welcome. I can't gaurantee answers or truth, so much as how to find them when I don't know." He leaves it there, unsure if the young man was curious about the science, the rock, or anything. He leaves it completely open, rhetorically speaking.

Balius will nod at the statement. He'd decided earlier that he could trust Demos and attempt to be transparent with his mentor. While Bey was normally blunt or silent, he'd kept most of his curiosities to himself up until this point. "Curiosity is necessary. It's what causes us to want to experiment in the first place. What sort of tests would you use to answer your question? Perhaps some method of dating? A study of additional elements found within the sample?" He'll seem to be emphasizing the methods rather than showing interest in the rock itself. The problem now having been posed now required a solution.

"Ah, yes," grins Demos, "A brilliant deduction. It would come first to the instrument." He looks at the rock a moment, but doesn't address it, instead looking at a nearby holo-display computer. "Geologically speaking, we know its a rock, but we examine its base elements, to verify it is a rock. We have samples remaining from 4th World, but those are surface samples. Yet, the instrument we verify with includes spectral analysis of the composition of 4th World, we must both match it to that analysis while ruling out other similar samples. I know it came from the hull of Shadow of Intent, embedded by Hostile plating. Suggesting they brought it, it should most likely be 5th World or beyond." A shrug, then a grin back at Balius, "But we have to look at the instruments to decide if that observation is true or not. We rule out what we know first and foremost."

"And then, once the obvious has been deduced, we move progressively towards more and more specific knowledge, as has been the constant march of science. What was once new or unknown is now established as general accepted proof and theory." Balius seems excited by the machine, the technology in front of him. He likes the discussion. Even though he's certain he might not care about rocks from the 5th or 4th Worlds, he's genuinely interested in this - the process of learning and growth, of the Scientific Method.

A smile grows on Demos' face, "Exactly Balius. From a point I can understand your interest in biology, the stables, and curiousity over relationships, similarities and differences with the human body. I like to think with any subject, its a matter of systems approach, wholes and parts. Knowing how and where it should work, when it doesn't work and how to understand the mystery therein. I'll get you set up in the data system, so you can access all the software that runs most of the instruments. I'd encourage you to explore that, while my statistical work is geared towards the geologic and terra based sciences, there are applications suited to biology as well." As if giving the man that free reign to investigate as he wishes, "As you do that, I'd like you to ponder the idea of metal-organic chemistry. I mentioned a mystery rock has been unearthed. I was literal. The rock seems to be the root of an infectious disease. Literally, the forefront of science. Its old knowledge, the binding of metal to elements of the body for observational purposes. For healing, this is something other though."

Balius will nod and have a contented smile at Demos' observation. As systems and parts are mentioned, he'll try to come up with a rough parallel. If a planet was an ever moving thing, then soil and rocks were their own system…and often held the keys to life as well. "That sounds astounding. I've never heard of such a concept myself. Science and magic seem to just collide more and more."

"Magic is the misunderstanding of the universe," offers Demos with no real answer, but a grin and he folds his arms. No need to grab for rock, or see where he is, this is all him here. "Perhaps the archetypal elements that bind us all, something beyond what science tries to hard to see. Here is a simple idea for the philosophical. What if the oxygen molecule in your heart now is the same molecule brought with us from wherever we started. Or, lets assume its been broken down, what if the electron in that molecule is the one that ignited the detonation of 4th World? Do you share a relationship in that system. Or beyond, what if the quirks within that molecule are are connected, could you harness that energy through the 4th dimension? Are we some how entangled to that event, are the events in our future that define us? Do we really know the whole system?"

Thinking incredibly hard about the very big picture, his mind temporarily on overload processing all the implications of the question. He'll nod after a few moments of silence. "Interdependence is the law of which I think many strive to constantly ignore. All things are connected, and perhaps there are systems much larger than ourselves, our societies, and our planets. Things as yet beyond the reach of human study…for now." While he remains unsatisfied with his answer, he does look back to Demos. It was nice not having this sort of conversation in his mind or aloud with a horse or a tree.

Grinning, Demos nods, "Or the answer could be simple, and yet, I don't want to venture down that road. I believe the role of science is in applying logic to what we know or can readily explain, given evidence and time. Religion is faith and belief. Magic, it is the balance, the unknown. At least, I enjoy it that way. It could have a purpose, there might be something more to it we will never understand. I am more comfortable with my head more firm in earth sciences. An old philosopher once said, paraphrased, the only thing we discover is that we have more yet to discover. Each new understanding leads to another mystery. I need to get these specimens in the centrifuge, run a few cycles, want to see how to run this thing?"

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