Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A Dancer in the Infinite - Chapter 36


Chapter  36

Renee Friese

The quantum theory of parallel universes is not the problem—it is the solution. . . . It is the explanation—the only one that is tenable—of a remarkable and counterintuitive reality…[quantum computing is]  the first technology that allows useful tasks to be performed in collaboration between parallel universes…When we run…an algorithm, countless instances of us are also running it in other universes. The computer then differentiates some of those universes (by creating a superposition) and as a result they perform part of the computation on a huge variety of different inputs. Later, those values affect each other, and thereby all contribute to the final answer, in just such a way that the same answer appears in all the universes – David Duetsch

 

What is now proved was once only imagined. – William Blake

 

 

     Renee Friese had been vindicated.  His whole life’s work:  studying, designing, building, and operating what was essentially an infinite gig quantum computer lay in the past now.  All he had heard his entire career was that not only was quantum computing theoretically untenable it was impossible to construct such a device.  Well, he knew better than anyone now that the theory was sound, and though difficult, construction was not only possible, but had been accomplished.  And yet here he was, getting ready for the next step, or really the step after that.

     The next step was the MWQI or Mawacky as the group had come to call it, he thought it was Ricky who had come up with the nickname.  And that was tough enough.  What? four years, spent on the interface?  Was it that long already?  It certainly had been harder than he had thought it would be.  It was little more than a refinement on the very concept of quantum computing.  If a quantum computer allowed equations to be solved or alogrithms processed through countless parallel universes as a sort of shared virtual processor, with only a few bits in any one universe, then a system of communication between those universes should have been possible.  It was, but damn, if it was even harder than building the Freezer.

     But, now … now he had to finish something that was once again, only theoretical in his universe, though his “colleagues”, aka other versions of himself in countless other universes were already doing it.  None of this would have been possible without the Mawacky.  It was rather like getting the designs for a time machine faxed to you from your future self.  In fact, as Renee understood the matter … some of the versions of himself he had talked with on the terminal were, in fact, future versions of himself.  Time was simply the procession of consciousness through other universes … this was Jenkins’ insight.  That each moment consisted of one Planck length of time or a universal slice one Planck length, which worked well under Einstein’s concept of a Space-Time Continuum, and that consciousness, whatever that was moved through such slices, each a completely separate universe of its own.  Planck lengths of course being defined as the smallest possible unit of measurement for reality:  1.61619926 x 10 to the negative 35th power, as discovered by Max Planck, the father of quantum theory.

     It was fifteen years ago when Rian Jenkins had approached Renee.  They had proved to be the best, most rewarding years of his life.  It was Jenkins who convinced him of the possibility of building what had only been theoretical speculation.  Then Stan, who was the best MWI mind in the world added his two cents, and before long the three of them were setting up shop in Labastide Esparbairenque, out of sight, out of mind of their doubting colleagues.  How far they had come since those days.  How far indeed.

     When he was a youngster he loved science fiction.  A curly-headed Quebecoise lad of irrepressible dreams.  Star Trek, Doctor Who on the television.  Novels by Bradbury, Dick, and Asimov.  These were the parameters of his life in Montreal.  His parents didn’t understand him.  He had few friends.  No, Renee lived in a fantasy world, filled with robots, space ships, and time machines.  And now, he was building a device to allow a person, a very specific person to travel between universes and return.
     He double checked his work on the Egg.  Future Renee had better be right, he thought with both whimsy and great seriousness.  The most important event in world history and one brave woman’s life depended on it.



copyright 2017 Diana Hignutt

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