The day was like most January days in Manhattan, as I walked home to my fourth-floor walk-up apartment on Lexington Avenue from my day in the Research Lab. Nasty cold winds and snow and ice everywhere. I grabbed the mail on the way up.
[entering the small apartment, one wall is obvious with its hundreds of Citations and Awards for scientific achievements in Nuclear Physics. Other areas are noteworthy for the various ongoing scientific experiments, such as one where two aquariums are joined with a water-filled clear tube, where the Professor is trying to test the creative intelligence of various species of fish in the tanks, as water constantly flows through the clear tube from one tank to the other. The fish are always first put in the "low" tank, and a a specific fish would have to swim "upstream" for five feet to get to the other tank, and if the flow pump is turned up so a fish has to struggle to swim fast enough, the Professor has found that few fish ever get to the "upper" tank.]
[The Professor has created many unique devices in his apartment, such as a cooking skillet which lifts up and hovers over the conventional-looking countertop as it cooks his eggs and bacon and burgers. Or the many sensors that always know exactly where he is, so light and heat and music turn on and off as he moves from room to room. Or the rocker microswitches built into the floor just in front of his toilet, which recognizes whether most of his body weight is nearest the toilet or farthest away, so it can automatically raise the toilet cover and then also raise the toilet seat for that specific need.]
He picks up the correctly chilled glass of Beaujolais wine as he plops down onto the couch. A pretty normal evening so far!
But then he starts sorting through today's mail, and he sees an unexpected note. It notes that the Professor is one of the three highest respected scientists in his field, and describes that an All Expense Paid Five-Star Vacation to a Tropical Pacific Island is being given to him in recognition of his skills and accomplishments. RSVP.
The date indicated is two weeks away, in February, when the New York winter will still be nasty, and it is possible for the Professor to rearrange his schedule to accept the gift of the vacation. He has barely even noticed a brief reference to "a possible scientific opportunity" which will be offered to him during this luxury vacation. So he RSPV's.
UFO - DNA - Chapter 1 - Introduction, the Invitation(Remaining 17 Chapters, altogether about 25 Chapters)
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