Here's the problem with teleportation.
Lay it on me.
Assuming a device could be invented which would identify
the quantum state of matter of an individual in one location
and transmit that pattern to a distant location for reassembly,
you would not have transported the individual.
You would have destroyed him in one location
and recreated him in another.
How about that.
Personally, I would never use a transporter,
because the original Sheldon would have to be disintegrated
in order to create a new Sheldon.
Would the new Sheldon be in any way an improvement on the old Sheldon?
No, he would be exactly the same.
That is a problem.
So you see it too.
Dr. Hofstadter. Dr. Cooper.
Dr. Gablehauser.
Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Dennis Kim.
Dennis is a highly sought-after doctoral candidate,
and we're hoping he'll do his graduate work here.
- Graduate work. Very impressive. - And he's only 15 years old.
Not bad... I, myself, started graduate school at 14.
Well, I lost a year while my family was tunneling out of North Korea.
Advantage: Kim.
I thought maybe you boys could show Dennis around.
Let him see why we're the best physics research facility in the country.
I already know you're not.
You don't have an Open Science Grid computer or a free electron laser.
The string theory research being done here is nothing but a dead end.
Excuse me, that is my research, and it is by no means a dead end.
Obviously you don't see it yet, but trust me, you will.
Dennis, we've discussed this.
We're in the process of updating our equipment,
and we welcome your input on our research goals.
We've agreed to look the other way
if you use up to 20% of the grant money you attract
to smuggle your grandfather out of Pyongyang.
We want him here, boys.
- Make it happen. - Yes, sir.
You can count on us. We're on it.
What the hell do you mean, "dead end"?
I mean, the whole landscape of false vacuums in string theory
could be as large as 10 to the 500th power. In addition...
Look, chocolate milk.
I sense a disturbance in the Force.
A bad feeling I have about this.
Episode 112 The Jerusalem Duality
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Dennis, how long have you been in America?
- A year and a half. - No kidding.
- You speak English really well. - So do you.
Except for your tendency to end sentences with prepositions.
What are you talking about?
That.
He's not wrong.
All right... And this is my office.
- Is this part of the tour? - Nope. Goodbye.
Sheldon, we've hardly shown him anything.
All right. This is my desk.
These are my books; this is my door. Please close it behind you. Goodbye.
Looks like you're doing work in quantum loop corrections.
Keen observation. Goodbye.
You see where you went wrong, don't you?
Get him out.
Come on. I'll show you the rec center. They've got Nautilus equipment.
Do I look like I lift weights?
Not heavy ones.
It's startling you haven't considered
a Lorentz invariant or field theory approach.
You think I haven't considered it?
You really think I haven't considered it?
Have you considered it?
- Get him out, Leonard. - Come on, Dennis.
I'll show you the radiation lab.
You won the Stevenson Award?
Yes. In fact, I am the youngest person ever to win it.
Really? How old?
Fourteen and a half.
You were the youngest person ever to win it.
It's like looking into an obnoxious little mirror, isn't it?
This is really delicious, isn't it?
Still can't talk to me unless you're drunk, huh?
Sweetie, you are so damaged.
Hey, I'm damaged, too.
How about a hug for Howie?
Sure. Raj, hug Howard.
Something you'd like to share?
A tale of woe, perhaps?
15 years old.
Dennis Kim is 15 years old, and he's already correcting my work.
Today, I went from being Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, to...
- You know, that other guy. - Antonio Salieri?
Oh God, now even you are smarter than me.
You know, you don't have so many friends
that you can afford to start insulting them.
Just eat, Sheldon, you'll feel better.
Why waste food?
In Texas, when a cow goes dry, they don't keep feeding it, they just...
take her out and shoot her between the eyes.
I'm confused. Did Sheldon stop giving milk?
You can't let this kid get to you.
You always knew that someday someone younger and smarter would come along.
Yes, but I assumed I would've been dead hundreds of years
and that there'd be an asterisk by his name because he'd be a cyborg.
So you've got a little competition. I really don't see what the big deal is.
Of course you don't. You've never excelled at anything.
I don't understand exactly how did he get any friends in the first place?
We liked Leonard.
What are you gonna do, just give up?
It's what a rational person does when his entire life's work
is invalidated by a postpubescent Asian wunderkind.
He ceases his fruitless efforts,
he donates his body to scientific research,
and he waits to die.
I'm confused again. Is he waiting,
or do we get to shoot him between the eyes?
I've decided you're right. My career is not over.
Great!
Since the arrival of Dennis Kim has rendered my research pointless,
I just have to find something else to focus on.
Great!
So I've decided. I'm going to collaborate with you.
Great.
So what exactly is it you do?
You chatter on about it all the time, but I've never really paid attention.
Right now, I'm designing an experiment
to study the soft component of cosmic radiation at see level,
- but I really don't need any help. - Sure you do.
See, what's this here in the schematic? Is that a laser array?
- Yes. - Now...
What happens if you use argon lasers instead of helium-neon?
- It would blow up. - Are you sure?
Pretty sure.
"Pretty sure" is not very scientific.
Is this how you normally work? Just hunches and guesses and stuff?
I understand that you're going through a bit of a career cris,
you're searching for some other area
where you can feel valuable and productive,
but I need to tell you something. I want you to listen carefully.
- All right. - Go away.
If you're concerned about sharing credit with me,
your name can go first... I'm going.
It's a small, brown paper bag, Ma!
I'm looking in it right now.
Why would I make that up? There's no Ding Dong in it.
How are two Ding Dongs tomorrow gonna help me today?
So...
This is Engineering, huh?
I'll talk to you later.
Engineering.
Where the noble semiskilled laborers
execute the vision of those who think and dream.
Hello, Oompa-Loompas of science.
Sheldon, what are you doing here?
I just came by to say hello.
I've been in this lab for 3 years. You've never come by to say hello.
Up until now, I've had better things to do.
So, what are we making today?
A small payload support structure
for a European science experimental package
- that's going up on a space shuttle. - Really? How does it work?
When this is done, it will be attached to the payload bay,
and the sensor apparatus will rest on it.
So, it's a shelf.
No, you don't understand. During acceleration,
it needs to stay perfectly level and provide...
Yeah, it's a shelf.
I notice you're using titanium.
Did you give any consideration to carbon nanotubes?
They're lighter, cheaper, and have twice the tensile strength.
There's a diploma in my office
that says I have a master's in engineering.
You also have a note from your mother that says, "I love you, Bubula."
But neither of those is a cogent argument for titanium over nanotubes.
Go away!
Did Leonard tell you to say that?
No, I thought of it all by myself.
That can't be a coincidence.
There must be some causal link I'm missing.
Go away!
Curiouser and curiouser.
- Is he here? - If he were, I wouldn't be.
Do you know what he did? He watched me work for 10 min,
and then started to design a simple piece of software that could replace me.
Is that even possible?
As it turns out, yes.
Something's got to be done about him.
Like what? He'll never be able to cope with the fact
that some 15-year-old kid is smarter and more accomplished than he is.
What if something happened to this boy
so he was no longer a threat to Sheldon?
Then our problem would be solved.
Hang on, are we talking about murdering Dennis Kim?
I'm not saying no.
We don't have to go that far. There are other means available.
We can't send him back to North Korea.
He knows how to get out.
The only thing we need to do is make this Kim kid lose his focus.
Won't happen. He is not interested in anything but physics.
- What about biology? - What?
You know, biology.
The one thing that can completely derail a world-class mind.
He's 15.
Yeah, so? When I was 15, I met Denise Palmeri
and my grade point average fell from a 5.0 to a 1.8.
She was sleeping with you?
No, I just...
wasted a lot of time thinking about what it would be like if she did.
Oh, good, you're all here.
Look, if the three of you drop
whatever it is you're working on and join me,
we could lick cold fusion in less than a decade. 12 years, tops.
Go away?
Could it be me?
What's up?
We need a hot 15-year-old Asian girl with a thing for smart guys.
What?
Howard, that's racist. Any 15-year-old girl will do the trick.
It's possible she may have misunderstood us.
Dr. Cooper. Are we interrupting?
No, please come in. I think you'll appreciate this.
This is very exciting.
- What are you working on? - Something remarkable.
Since my prospects for the Nobel prize in physics have disappeared
thank you very much,
I've decided to refocus my efforts
and use my people skills to win the Nobel peace prize.
I will solve the Middle East crisis
by building an exact replica of Jerusalem
in the middle of the Mexican desert.
To what end?
It's like the baseball movie.
"Build it and they will come."
Who will come?
The Jewish people.
- What if they don't come? - We'll make it nice, put out a spread.
Okay, well, speaking of spreads,
we're having a small welcoming party this afternoon for Mr. Kim
who's agreed to join us here at the university.
Of course he has.
The Oracle told us little Neo was the one.
You can see the matrix, can't you?
Well, obviously you're very busy with your...
Come, Dennis.
You'll have to excuse Dr. Cooper. He's been under a lot of...
He's nuts.
They'll come, they'll settle, and I'll win the prize.
I really don't understand your objections, professor Goldfarb.
Why wouldn't the Sonora desert make a perfectly good promised land?
Go away.
We could call it Nuevo Jerusalem.
Please go away.
Said Pharaoh to Moses.
Why are all these young women here?
It's Take Your Daughter To Work Day.
Really? I was not aware of that.
Yes. There was a very official e-mail
sent to everyone whose insurance files indicated
they had daughters between the ages of 14 and 16.
- Smooth. - Thank you.
There's the man of the hour.
Okay, so we now have a socially-awkward genius
in a room full of attractive, age-appropriate women.
All he has to do now is hook up with one of them.
Anyone else see the flaw in this plan?
- We need a social catalyst. - Like what?
We can't get 15-year-old girls drunk.
- Or can we? - No, we can't.
I don't think you mean "we can't." I think you mean "we shouldn't."
You're a Jew. If there was another Wailing Wall
exactly like the one in Jerusalem
but close to taco stands and cheap prescription drugs,
would you still be able to wail at it?
Okay, it's definitely me.
We cannot leave this to chance. Let's pick a girl
and figure out how to get her together with Dennis.
How about that one?
I know the type.
Cheerleader, student council, goes out with the jocks,
won't even look at anybody in the gifted program.
If after 2 years of begging, she agrees to go out with you,
it turns out to be a setup and you're in your mom's car with your pants off
while the whole football team laughs at y...
- Are you crying? - No, I have allergies.
Okay...
How about her?
Sure, if he wants to spend two years
doing her homework while she drinks herself into a stupor
with nonfat White Russians.
You're holding her head out of the toilet while she's puking
and telling you she wishes "more guys were like you."
Then she gets into Cornell because you wrote her essay
for her and you drive up to visit her one weekend
and she acts like she doesn't even know you.
Okay, so not her, either.
How about her?
Interesting, kind of pretty,
a little chubby, so probably low self-esteem.
I think that's our girl. One of us should go talk to her.
I can't talk to her... you do it.
I can't just go up and talk to her. Howard, you talk to her.
She'll never go for the kid once she gets a peek at this.
In India, this would be simpler.
5 min with her dad, 20 goats and a laptop, and we'd be done.
- We're not in India. - Why don't we do it your way then?
We'll arrange for this girl to move in across the hall from Dennis
so he can pathetically moon over her for months on end.
- Okay, that was uncalled for. - You started it, dude.
Could I have everyone's attention, please?
What a wonderful occasion this is,
and how fortunate that it should happen to fall
on Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
We're here to welcome Mr. Dennis Kim to our little family.
Welcome, Dennis Kim.
Mr. Kim
was not only the valedictorian at Stanford University,
he is also the youngest recipient
of the prestigious Stevenson Award.
Youngest till the cyborgs rise up!
And now, without any further ado,
let me introduce the man of the hour,
Mr. Dennis Kim.
What?!
Would you like to tell us a little bit about your upcoming research?
No, thanks. I'm going to the mall with Emma.
The kid got a girl.
Unbelievable.
Did anyone see how he did it?
Don't worry, I've got this.
Ladies and gentlemen,
honored daughters,
while Mr. Kim, by virtue of his youth and naivete,
has fallen prey to the inexplicable need for human contact,
let me step in and assure you that my research will go on uninterrupted,
and that social relationships will continue to baffle and repulse me.
Thank you.
- He's back. - Mission accomplished.
Forget the mission. How did that little yutz get a girl on his own?
I guess times have changed since we were young.
Smart is the new sexy.
Then why do we go home alone every night? We're still smart.
Maybe we're too smart.
So smart it's off-putting.
Yeah, let's go with that.
Unbelievable.
Components I built are on the International Space Station
and I get a ticket for launching a model rocket in the park.
I don't know if the ticket was so much for the launch
as it was for you telling the policewoman,
"You have to frisk me. I have another rocket in my pants."
Look at that.
It's Dennis Kim.
I almost didn't recognize him.
I kind of feel bad about what we did to him.
Yeah, we really ruined his life.
Screw him... He was weak.