New Beginnings chosen_legacy
This was like- like a candy store, only, without the store and without the candy. Although, I still had trouble finding my office. I had gotten lost like seven times this morning. Once right when I was coming in, once when I went to the lunchroom to get coffee, then one more time while looking for Wesley, then… there was... yeah, just like a maze alright.
I was really tired, though. I was still trying to sort things out in my office and I was still trying to get used to the fact that I had a whole science staff team working for me. I mean maybe it wasn’t so bad that Angel had decided to take over this place. I mean, with this resources we could do a lot of good here. We could really help a lot of people, more than the ones we had already been helping. And in the end that is what mattered, right?
In the midst of it all, my stomach started growling. And just the thought of having to leave my office and get lost for an hour just to reach the cafeteria was almost dreadful. I could order Chinese and have it delivered to my office, besides I still had a lot of work to do. I didn’t think I was going to make it back to my apartment at all today. Even Knox had left and he seemed to be the work-a-holic type.
He was also nice. I guess not everyone here was of the evil variety, and that was a comforting thought. And he was also sort of cute in a non-evil nerdy way. And I found that endearing. But he was not really my type. Come to think of it, I didn’t know what that meant really- to have a type. Hmm. Then the thought of Wesley came to mind, I wondered how he was doing. Probably trying to get all caught up with things like me. Maybe he had gone home already.
But all men aside, I had to make a decision, or else I would pass out her from hunger. I could either order Chinese and have it delivered, or starve for an hour while I found my way out of this place. It only took me less than forty-seven seconds to decide on Chinese take-out, or call in, or deliver in, or whatever...
Frowning I picked up the phone and tried to dial the outside extension but I got some weird demonic rituals department.
"Nope that’s not it." I said to myself.
Then I tried dialing one more time and I got someone in the lobby. Couldn’t tell if they were demon or human or evil by the sound of their voice but I asked if they knew how dial out and they did... and that was-- nice of them.
After placing the call I sat back down on my desk and picked up a publication on Black Holes...
Near-extremal black holes are obtained by exciting the Ramond sector of the D1-D5 CFT, where the ground state is highly degenerate. We find that the dual geometries for these ground states have throats that end in a way that is characterized by the CFT state. Below the black hole threshold we find a detailed agreement between propagation in the throat and excitations of the CFT. We study the breakdown of the semiclassical approximation and relate the results to the proposal of gr-qc/0007011 for resolving the information paradox: semiclassical evolution breaks down if hypersurfaces stretch too much during an evolution. We find that a volume V stretches to a maximum throat depth of V/2G.
"Hmm. That's interesting..."
I was really tired, though. I was still trying to sort things out in my office and I was still trying to get used to the fact that I had a whole science staff team working for me. I mean maybe it wasn’t so bad that Angel had decided to take over this place. I mean, with this resources we could do a lot of good here. We could really help a lot of people, more than the ones we had already been helping. And in the end that is what mattered, right?
In the midst of it all, my stomach started growling. And just the thought of having to leave my office and get lost for an hour just to reach the cafeteria was almost dreadful. I could order Chinese and have it delivered to my office, besides I still had a lot of work to do. I didn’t think I was going to make it back to my apartment at all today. Even Knox had left and he seemed to be the work-a-holic type.
He was also nice. I guess not everyone here was of the evil variety, and that was a comforting thought. And he was also sort of cute in a non-evil nerdy way. And I found that endearing. But he was not really my type. Come to think of it, I didn’t know what that meant really- to have a type. Hmm. Then the thought of Wesley came to mind, I wondered how he was doing. Probably trying to get all caught up with things like me. Maybe he had gone home already.
But all men aside, I had to make a decision, or else I would pass out her from hunger. I could either order Chinese and have it delivered, or starve for an hour while I found my way out of this place. It only took me less than forty-seven seconds to decide on Chinese take-out, or call in, or deliver in, or whatever...
Frowning I picked up the phone and tried to dial the outside extension but I got some weird demonic rituals department.
"Nope that’s not it." I said to myself.
Then I tried dialing one more time and I got someone in the lobby. Couldn’t tell if they were demon or human or evil by the sound of their voice but I asked if they knew how dial out and they did... and that was-- nice of them.
After placing the call I sat back down on my desk and picked up a publication on Black Holes...
Near-extremal black holes are obtained by exciting the Ramond sector of the D1-D5 CFT, where the ground state is highly degenerate. We find that the dual geometries for these ground states have throats that end in a way that is characterized by the CFT state. Below the black hole threshold we find a detailed agreement between propagation in the throat and excitations of the CFT. We study the breakdown of the semiclassical approximation and relate the results to the proposal of gr-qc/0007011 for resolving the information paradox: semiclassical evolution breaks down if hypersurfaces stretch too much during an evolution. We find that a volume V stretches to a maximum throat depth of V/2G.
"Hmm. That's interesting..."