“It ‘feels like’ the necessary entangled particles are drawn to the location to which I am sending a quantum information wave. Don’t ask me what a quantum information wave is. I just made it up. This is a branch of science that lacks good descriptive, technical terms. With the dearth of good technical terms, we may have to make some up as we go.
“Whatever information wave I generate when teleporting, it seems to attract the particles needed to construct the exact copy of me. Maybe there is an electro-mechanical-quantum-attractor that draws the quanta forces and materials. There is still a great deal to consider and define.”
Roll nodded in agreement. “We have also concluded there is an active nanite ... complex. You pointed out as much with the EEG recordings. The nanite network seems to process and focuses what our minds initiate during a teleportation action. But we don’t understand the mechanism of teleportation or how the nanite complex functions.
“Even apart from the nanite interaction, from what we have read, no one seems to fully understand what is happening in the quantum world of subatomic particles. I’ve been sorting through all sorts of information related to quantum nonlocality, quantum entanglement, Bell’s Theorem. The nanite thing adds another layer of complexity.”
Rock sounded excited as he drummed his fingers on the table. “This whole teleportation study is going to also help with our study of quantum computing. Roll and I have been studying quantum computing for a while now. It’s all just ... so exciting!”
Throughout the whole discussion, even the part about souls, I kept quiet. It didn’t seem like the time to get into one of our common debates about spiritual things. Mr. T and Para must have felt the same. I can hold my own when discussing spiritual matters. It’s not really that hard to make a plausible argument for my beliefs. I don’t tend to do as well when it comes to science and the twins. Still, I thought there was a valid concern that should be brought up, with regard to distant teleportation.
Maybe, just a little, I also wanted to show off a bit of intellect. I’ve read my share of science-net posts on related subjects. “What about teleportation and momentum? You know, such as teleporting from a star system moving at a certain velocity to a different star system moving at a much different velocity. You would splatter if you teleported to a planet in another system.”
Rock looked puzzled, I thought I had him. “I’m not sure what you mean, exactly. Remember, quantum teleportation involves perfect replication using entangled particles already existing at the location to which you are teleporting. Or it is possible the system draws the particles there and they would already have stabilized in that setting.
“So, there are no concerns about the sort of momentum you seem to be considering. Right? Think about it as though it is quantum information that is being transmitted, or teleported, rather than matter. There is no violation of the laws of conservation.”
I stared at him with my best noncommittal look. “Oh-” Ding-dong. Doorbell. Literally saved by the bell.
As the doorbell rang, we all looked at each other. Now what? It was really turning into one of those days. We all raced upstairs to see what else could happen. There was a monkey at the door. A little spider monkey like the one at the laboratory that had blown up. He smiled, walked in, and hopped up on the couch.
Grandad crouched down, so he was eye-level with the monkey. “So, what’s your story little fellow?”
Muncle had a high-pitched voice. “Wow. So, this is what it’s like to be completely self-aware. I’m going to like this.”
We stayed up late getting acquainted with Muncle. We found out he was one very smart monkey. He is sensitive though. I’ll never forget the looks on his face when Grandad was telling him about what had actually happened during the lab explosion. What a range of expression, from awe to terror. Muncle had probably received an extra dose of the DARPA compounds.
When Mr. T wound down with the lab explanation, Muncle asked specifically about the DARPA genetic tests. That wasn’t Mr. T’s area of expertise, but he’s a scientist, he gave a fairly detailed explanation. Muncle pulled up the sleeves of his shirt. Yes, Muncle wears clothing. He dresses quite smartly I’ll have you know. He finds the best stuff at the local Goodwill give-away site.
Anyway, he pulled up his sleeves and pointed to some bumps on his wrists. “See this? It looks like a spinneret doesn’t it? You know, the nozzle on a spider where the web silk comes out. I bet I was hosed with genetically altered spider parts in the explosion. Can you imagine the jokes? A web spinning monkey. A web spinning Spider monkey. I’ll never live it down.”
I had to turn away. It was all I could do to NOT go into a hysterical fit of laughter. I saw your face too Para, so don’t give me any grief. Mr. T kept his composure. “Let’s have a look buddy. No, it’s just a rash. Your skin is irritated. I’ve got some cream that will clear that right up. Here, rub this on twice a day. Once in the morning, once at night. The bumps and rash will be gone in a few days.”
The relief on poor Muncle’s face. It was precious. Muncle climbed into Para’s lap and went right to sleep. And like that, we had a new roommate.
When we were finally ready to call it a night, Grandad grew serious. “We should not tell anyone about this. No one.”
He then scared us a little. “If the government finds out about this, we will all be lab rats ... for a very long time.”
We didn’t want to be any
