How I Killed Pluto and Why It Had It Coming - Mike Brown [40]
I don’t mind taking bets on remote chances. Perhaps you could have said that our chances of finding something as big as Quaoar were remote, too, but there it was. The chances I would meet the person that I was going to marry in the basement of the 200-inch Hale Telescope were even more remote, but by now Diane and I had been married almost six months. Remote chances lead to good things, as far as I can tell.
So in the fall of 2003, just as Chad was leaving and our two-year project to use the little telescope at Palomar to scan the skies for planets was ending, I began a new project about which I was quite excited. I was going to use the same telescope to scan the skies for planets. For the third time. This time, though, I wasn’t going to concentrate on the most probable places, I was going to concentrate on some of the least probable. The project was going to be even better than before, too, because other astronomers had become interested in using the telescope to look at vast areas of the sky for very rare quasars flickering at the edge of the universe, and they had built an even bigger camera—the biggest astronomical camera in the entire world!—to look at even bigger areas of the sky at once. This seemed, at least at first, like great news for us. We would sweep through the unsearched regions of sky faster than ever before.
Right before Chad moved back to Hawaii, he modified all of the computer programs he had written over the previous three years so that they would work with this new supercamera. He automated everything as much as possible so that the project could continue in his absence. I was a little nervous about this, because it meant that I was stepping in to be the one in charge of the night-to-night workings of the project. I had been letting Chad take all of the major responsibility for years now, and in that time, I’d had many other projects going on to worry about and spend my time on. But things looked good. It looked as though with just a little bit of babysitting from me everything would run smoothly, the skies would be ours, and I could keep my day job.
The new camera arrived about a month after Chad left, and it spent its first night taking pictures of the sky. At the end of the night, I set Chad’s computer programs to search once again for distant planets, for things that were moving in the sky. The computer worked all day long, as I carried on with all of the nonplanet-searching projects that were supposed to be occupying my time. Finally an automated e-mail informed me that the program was done. I opened up the file to see if the program had found anything. It had! Not only had it found things moving in the sky, it had found thirty-seven thousand of them!
My heart sank.
There could not possibly be thirty-seven thousand real moving objects in pictures from that night. In fact, I now know that there was precisely one.
The computer was confused. But it was not Chad’s program that was the problem, it was the fancy new camera. To make the biggest astronomical camera in the entire world at a price that was not astronomical, the builders had had to compromise a bit on quality. One of those compromises had led to an incredible number of smeared spots, dark blemishes, light dots, black streaks, and bright blots showing up in each and every picture of the sky. The computer doesn’t do a good job of distinguishing between bright blots or light dots caused by the camera and those caused by something actually in the sky. Those thirty-seven thousand moving objects were almost all camera junk.
I had not expected