Rolf van der Berg had not seen his Uncle Paul for a decade, and it was not likely that they would ever
again meet in the flesh. Yet he felt very close to the old scientist - the last of his generation, and the only
one who could recall (when he wished, which was seldom) his forefathers' way of life.
Dr Paul Kreuger - 'Oom Paul' to all his family and most of his friends - was always there when he was
needed, with information and advice, either in person or at the end of a half-billion-kilometre radio link.
Rumour had it that only extreme political pressure had forced the Nobel Committee - with great
reluctance - to overlook his contributions to particle physics, now once more in desperate disarray after
the general house-cleaning at the end of the twentieth century.
If this was true, Dr Kreuger bore no grudge. Modest and unassuming, he had no personal enemies,
even among the cantankerous factions of his fellow exiles. Indeed, he was so universally respected that
he had received several invitations to re-visit the United States of Southern Africa, but had always politely
declined - not, he hastened to explain, because he felt he would be in any physical danger in the USSA,
but because he feared that the sense of nostalgia would be overwhelming.
Even using the security of a language now understood by less than a million people, van der Berg had
been very discreet, and had used circumlocutions and references that would be meaningless except to a
close relative. But Paul had no difficulty in understanding his nephew's message, though he could not take
it seriously. He was afraid young Rolf had made a fool of himself, and would let him down as gently as possible. Just as well he
hadn't rushed to publish: at least he had the sense to keep quiet...
And suppose - just suppose - it was true? The scanty hairs rose on the back of Paul's head. A whole
spectrum of possibilities - scientific, financial, political - suddenly opened up before his eyes, and the
more he considered them, the more awesome they appeared.
Unlike his devout ancestors, Dr Kreuger had no God to address in moments of crisis or perplexity. Now,
he almost wished he had; but even if he could pray, that wouldn't really help. As he sat down at his
computer and started to access the data banks, he did not know whether to hope that his nephew had
made a stupendous discovery - or was talking utter nonsense. Could the Old One really play such an
incredible trick on mankind? Paul remembered Einstein's famous comment that though He was subtle, He
was never malicious.
Stop daydreaming, Dr Paul Kreuger told himself. Your likes or dislikes, your hopes or fears, have
absolutely nothing to do with the matter.
A challenge had been flung to him across half the width of the Solar System; he would not know peace
until he had uncovered the truth.
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