"This is incredible." Oscar Goldman thumbed through the material in the folder he was holding. "Are there any prototypes of the parts that I could examine?"
"No, it's only on paper. He hasn't received any funding to move forward with it. In fact, this is the first time he's allowed the project to be shown. Now I didn't tell him I was taking it to the Office of Scientific Intelligence, but he trusts me and I think your organization is the one that could make this happen. The project would be experimental, of course, but the science is solid. I've looked it over myself."
Oscar Goldman trusted Dr. Wilkinson's judgment. They had worked together on other projects and Oscar knew that Wilkinson wouldn't bring him anything that he didn't believe in himself. The project was the most exciting idea Oscar had seen in years.
"What did you say this doctor's name was again?"
"Dr. Rudy Wells," replied Wilkinson.
"What kind of doctor is he?"
"He's a flight surgeon. He's been assigned to a NASA test pilot for the last three years."
"Flight surgeon?" Oscar looked askance. "Sounds like a cushy job. I thought you were talking about a research scientist."
"It was actually a really smart career choice for Dr. Wells. He tried being a general practitioner once and hated it. Now, he's only responsible for the health of one person. That gives him a lot of time to do research that interests him without being required to work on other projects assigned to him by some research lab. Don't let his current occupation fool you, Mr. Goldman. Rudy Wells has a brilliant mind. I've known him for years."
"Well, I guess, looking on the bright side of things, it would be fairly easy for NASA to replace him once we were ready to move forward with the project."