by Peter Roberts
It was a beautiful day, bright and almost cloudless. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows that ran along the east side of the gently aging, 60's-era Sciences Building. The effect, Vikram sometimes thought, was like being in an open corridor in a cloister. He was heading back to his office, having just refreshed his cup of tea, when the door of the Department Head's office opened, and the great woman herself stepped out. Vikram knew that this was not a coincidence; it never was.
"I just saw your paper in Physical Review, Vikram. I thought it was very well done. However..."
Feeling a certain amount of honest pride, Vikram began, perhaps a little overeagerly, "Thank you, Ma'am. I--" The Head of Department cut him off.
"You claim to have disproved the hypothesis, which certain theorists have been putting forward recently, that our universe could be nothing more than someone else's simulation or model. You seem to think that you've resolved the issue once and for all."