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Story listed as: Fiction For Adults | Theme: Science Fiction | Subject: Science Fiction | Published here : 01/08/2017
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Holy Crap! We are always alive! 
 
By Kevin Hughes
Born 1951, M, from Wilmington NC, United States
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Holy Crap! We are always alive!
Martin sat in his cubicle. Alone. Thoughtful. Undisturbed except by the data in front of him.
Martin was an ordinary guy, oh sure, he did partial differential equations in his head when he was nine years old. By age ten he decided that Newton had gotten it wrong, and Einstein too. Like a lot of his Nerd friends, he got his Ph.D while still in his teens (in fact, he got three of them while still in his teens). In many ways, he wasn’t much different that Alice over in the cubicle across from him - and believe me, Martin was stunned by her Intellect. In a sea of smart people, she was an island of intelligence. She had been nominated twice for the Nobel Prize in two different fields. She also won the Nobel Prize in Physics for her work on Quantum Chromodynamics. She was Martin’s boss. Unlike Martin , Alice had a Social Life, a husband, children, and friends, all of which were lacking in Martin’s world. So, he sat, in the dark, alone, looking at the data and thinking.


When the first evidence presented itself while running a routine check of time dilation predictions for the Particle Accelerator- Martin hardly noticed. When you sling particles around at nearly the speed of light, mass changes, and so does time. A single second of our time, is filled with more than 9,986 “seconds” in that particular particle’s brief existence. Which in the crazy world of sub atomic particles, means one of our seconds, to them, would be almost three hours. At the actual speed of light, or at the edge of a Black Hole, Time, as we know it, becomes irrelevant, and may not even exist. Thoughts like these did not bother Martin, or Alice, or any of the hundreds of folks working there at the Center. It was, for them, just a byproduct of the math, and a version of reality that they were aware they were unaware of. Even that last sentence makes sense to them.

Martin knew that every thing that exists , has a built in duality. Particles and waves were the same thing, at different times. All objects could be either, or both, or in some rare cases, neither, having not gained to join the physical universe at all- yet. On the narrow band of light we lived within, and the slow speeds we moved around at, none of the affects of the Quantum World were readily apparent. Our reality is based on a sliver of a tiny slice, of a minute, almost invisible segment of the physical Universe that our minds and bodies can see, touch, hear, or feel.

Take the “visible light spectrum”, that is the light range we can see in. From the length of the wave of blue light (four hundred thousands of a centimeter) to the far end of our visible spectrum, red light ( eight hundred thousands of a centimeter in length) - that is the only part of the entire electro magnetic spectrum we can see. Just a fraction of a centimeter of that entire Electromagnetic spectrum- is the reality we “see” around us. Using technology, and four little equations from Maxwell, and some slight tinkering of those equations, we know that Radio Waves, X Rays, and the tiny powerful Gamma Rays, also exist. Trillions of times longer than our red limit, and ten thousand trillions of times shorter than our blue limit. We really are insensitive. LOL

And that is why Martin missed that first bit of data. The Human mind cannot make sense of the truly infinitesimal, or the truly infinite. Those numbers are simply intellectual constructs to us, and rarely enter our daily lives. Most of us cannot even picture a million of anything, we wouldn’t live long enough to actually count a million of anything out loud. It would take you about a 11 days and 14 hours ; with no sleep, eating, bathroom breaks or stopping to breathe- just to count to one million, if you uttered a number a second. To count a billion seconds would take your entire youthful life- about 31.7 years of it anyway. A trillion seconds?

Now we are talking! Lots of things can happen in a trillion seconds, and you won’t be around to count them at all. A trillion seconds is more than 31,709 YEARS! Plus some change. Why am I telling you all about these numbers? Because to understand what Martin saw, and missed, you need to know that we waste time, and that time at our scale is incomprehensible at other scales. Newer computers work at more than a trillion commands a second- in effect, evolving 31,709 years of our time, every single second. And you don’t think they are self aware? Ha! (NOTE: A trillion is 10 to the 12 th, and China has a computer that runs at 10 to the 15th (petaflops) and soon, exaflops, or 10 to the 18th! Time scales we cannot even imagine. )

At those speeds converting to human time scales, all moments would be NOW. Yes. A computer at those speeds would see your whole life as just a single data point, kind of a worm like structure popping into existence, and then disappearing. As far as the computer was concerned, there would be no past, no future, no present to your life. It would see your life as one brief NOW. And that is the data that Martin missed the first time, but not the second.

Martin looked at the data again. And again. And…again. Life was a propagating wave. Peaks were physical lifetimes, valleys were condensates of consciousness, particles. Those particles remained so, in the quantum world, until the propagating wave form ‘lifted them” up to break the surface of the molecular world, leaving the quantum and atomic worlds only as substrates. In other words- as Martin’s first whoop was recorded and shared around the world:

“Holy Crap! WE ARE ALWAYS ALIVE!”
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