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Strings 3

...continued from 'Strings 2'...

'I shall begin this experiment at (here Langar checked his watch) precisely two thirty in the afternoon on the twelfth of March, two thousand and eighteen.'

'Must you be so pedantic,' Tristan scolded. He was hooking Roslyn up with wires to monitor her heart rate.

'Today,' Langar continued,'we will attempt to repeat the outcome of our last experiment, which appeared to successfully bridge the divide between convergent quantum sets. Our device - still yet unnamed, and unnamed despite a heated debate yesterday on what it ought be named - is before me. Present are myself, Dr. Langar; professor Tristan Fowler, my associate; and of course Roslyn, our duck. Oh and we have Paul Brumhal the resident lab technician in the corner there. Now,'

Langar paused and turned to the device. He pushed firmly on the red button labelled 'ON.' Nothing happened.

'I have just initiated the device, which should be coming on line presently. It is worth noting that while our machine is operational, certain elements of it will drop in and out of sight - that is, it will exist and move simultaneously in the eighteen or more dimensions classified in Muscal's 'String Epistemology' circa twenty fourteen.'

The device began to emit a soft hum. It shivered slightly; the glass bulb warmly glowed red and orange.

Tristan calmed Roslyn by stroking her feathers. She was twitchy and restless, aware of the trial which in the past she had endured.

Langar continued. 'The workings of the device are still largely unknown, even to us. We have assembled it from various pieces; we've made guesses as to how it should operate according to our theories and speculations. We know that it begins by making calculations. It first calculates the exact value of its specific moment in time and space. Of the trillions upon trillions of probable quantum event points that exist simultaneously with this, our device will then search for a value that varies slightly - one or two billionth of a fraction, perhaps - from our own and attempt to lock upon it.'

The device's various wires and tubes began writhing slowly like the tentacles of a deep-sea squid. The bulb glowed more fervently red. One of the blue LED-lights flickered briefly; then two lights came on.

'We appear to have roughly a third of a match. The device is behaving normally. I see that some of its left arteries and translucent now - some are fading away completely - it's leaning slightly to one side...'

Another blue light came on. The whirr of the machine grew louder; it seemed to emit a sort of green heat. Then another light came on. Paul moved closer to get a better look.

'We've almost got our match. Once the device has positively identified a quantum set that varies but slightly to our own, it will engage a doorway - a portal - so that we - Roslyn - might travel from our probability to another. Doctor Fowler - has she got her camera?'

Tristan held Roslyn firmly and affixed a small helmet (made of rubber) to her head. Encased in the helmet was a small camera that fed a signal back through to a monitor hanging from the ceiling. Paul remembered that he'd been asked to clean the lens of the camera. He hadn't cleaned it. He swallowed audibly.

The final of the six LED lights flickered on and the device began to shake and sway. It's shaking became increasingly violent; it rattled and buzzed electrically. Soon all that could be discerned of the thing was the thin outline of its glass bulb, glowing green.

'And here now we see our device ready to open the portal. Recording that it took four minutes less to locate a compatible quantum set,' Langer said, motioning with his hand for Tristan to bring the duck closer. A laser-thin protuberance of blue light now shone upwards toward the ceiling. The light beam grew in girth steadily until it formed a neat circle in the air.

'Alright, Mr. Fowler. I would ask you please to put Roslyn in the portal...'

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kelson.philo's picture

Scientists can be such

Scientists can be such jerks...THough, I'm excited to see where Roslyn will end up.

Still enjoying this! Even

Still enjoying this! Even despite my crushing disappointment at your comment last time that we won't be seeing a Paul/Roslyn 'love story'. =)