Peering into the blue yonder, one espies a black Thing
> One wonders how an automated system could be written to discover previously unknown classes of rare objects - part of the telescope's mission statement.
You cannot know something before you know it. So how come huge tax "receipts" get thrown at the manifestly illogical? Repeatedly, and institutionally.
1. Dream on.... Imagine something silly, preferably scary, e.g star-gobbling monsters, or freakin killer viruses with 110% fatality, or water on Mars(*). The best thing is something impossible to see and/or very difficult to detect. Remember the cookie monster that lived under the rug? A grown-ups version of that. With balls on.
2. Work up some crap mathematics. This can either be real mathematics based on totally unrealistic assumptions, or bad mathematics, e.g. making silly mistakes like forgetting to move the system origin, or simply assert that a non-linear system can be handled as linear. The best way of course is not to know any maths - simply feed your (massaged) data into a stats package or computer model. Anyone can play. Random data? No problem, kid, have yourself a linear regression. It's on the house.
3. Put on your little Jack Horner suit, sit in a corner, and wait for a tasty looking pie to come along from the empirical researchers. Exhibit a plum and say it is the thing you first dreamed up at Step 1. If you grin cheekily, you won't be disbelieved. (Everyone loves a cute baby). A bit of metaphysical gobbledy-goo helps. (Girls, you really want to try that). Who is going to call your bluff?
4. Get a Big Media complete ignormamus to write the press release. Mention "climate change" and "our childrens' future". "Big bang" is good too, but only if you're sure there'll be no-one nerdy reading it.
5. Pass Go. Collect $200. Goto Step 3 and repeat. Or if your balls are really brassy, Goto Step 1 and repeat with something different.
Science no longer devises theories to explain extant observations of reality. It looks for new observations to bolster extant prejudices about reality.
Needless to say, if this carries on, we are all doomed, even as we wait for our gigabyte per millisecond data pipes to arrive so we can freetard or iPlay or pr0n, or do all that at the same time.
* Why is this scary? When beardy Branson starts flogging flights to Martian colonies, there will be more than fighting in the streets to get on board.