Sparked from a Pub Conversation that made my brain itch

[joegoda]

"You see," said the mad wizard, "what had to happen was the compensation of all the randomness that goes into creating a planet. All the odd bits and pieces of stuff that make up.. well.." and he waved his arms around, "life."

Bags looked skeptical. "Umm.. ok. And with this you made a planet?"

The Mad Wizard laughed. "Oh my no!. I had to take all that random noise, all the little bits and pieces of what might be, what can't be, what should be, and what quite possible never be, and adjust for the interstices of the million upon million, dare I say, billion of possible alternative universes that, at any given point might find their way to intersect with our own universe. That was a tricky thing, let me tell you."

"And from that, you created this place?"

"Goodness, not even close!" Fletcher got a very serious look on his face. "The human mind might be able to conceive of the possibility of every random occurrence that might, should, can't and will occur, but to do that, the human mind would have to access somewhere in the ballpark of ten trillion to the forty-second power bytes of storage capacity, and that is just for starters. That would just about hold the basic assumptions that would be need to recognize what would have to occur for the randomness of this localized place to become.. umm.. predictable."

Pockets sat in the chair, looking blank and unreachable. He had a smile on his face that seemed, for all the world like he wasn't unhappy, but neither was he completely satisfied.

Bags tried once more. "So... Once you get to the point where you can predict the random events that occur in this localized place, then you made the planet?"

"Close!" Fletcher almost danced with glee. "You are almost there! No wonder Pockets values you so much!" The wizard walked over to where Pockets sat, seemingly oblivious to it all. He stroked the balding brow of the little man. "No, Bags. What happens once you start to predict randomness, is that it lessens the randomness, and the randomness eventually stops. If we could predict randomness, why the entire planet would simply stop. All life, all the little birds, all the little children, all the fish in the sea.. they would simply stop. Life depends on randomness. Without it," he paused, "... Well.. let's just say it wouldn't be pretty."

Bags looked around at all the equipment, humming and buzzing and flickering. "Um." he said.

"What I needed," continued Fletcher, "Was a way to compensate for the randomness, for the nearly predictable fluxuations in the quantum state. Chaos is not chaotic, it simply appears that way. At the base, it's very orderly. So.. I built a machine that would look at the local universe in such a way that the quantum chaos would become very manageable, even manipulable and still maintain the randomness of events." He waved his arm toward a small box, that sat on the table.

"It looks just like a box with little blinky lights in it." said Bags, with a skeptical smirk.

"Well." said Fletcher, a bit disappointed that Bags was not more impressed. "Yes. It does."

Comments

[shackrlu.livejournal.com]

Well it's not everybody that sits and laughs uproariously and drinks beer all the while tackling the subject of quantum theory, the Heisenberg uncertainty principle and chaos..but that would make us more random than most wouldn't it??

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

My brain still itches. At least it quit unfolding like a japanese puzzle

[tapestry01.livejournal.com]

Betcha never though chaos theory could be so much fun...

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.. you must have been talking to someone else! I have always thought Chaos was fun!

[tapestry01.livejournal.com]

Just a random thought.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

I see... three.... blinky.... lights.

[shackrlu.livejournal.com]

No I never ever did!

[mljm.livejournal.com]

I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation. I had a Physics professor that specialized in Chaos Theory. Fun class. Part of what made it fun was that I was studying to be a historian and was trying to figure out the past and he was trying to figure out the present/future. The two really aren't all that different.

You all are about as random and Wm and I sitting around talking about the implementation of the Eisenhower Interstate system and its impact on community and family structure.

Brain itches are good, it's what keeps us young. :)

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Here's the thing. When presented with a very large concept, part of my mind takes a trip waaaaaaaaaaaay over there somewhere, so I'm only kinda partly where I am, and so I miss out on about twennyfife percent of whatever conversation the other two were having.

Oh Oh! Just gotta nother flash. This concept we were talking about has all the potential of ... well.. imagine someone with the ability to change localized reality around him, just because it needed to, or he or she felt like it.

Now, I've written stories about it, but never had a solid construct in my head of how it would be possible. Course, now that I have the construct, there's that itchy part of my brain trying to activate it. *sigh* Should be interesting.

[capi.livejournal.com]

I'm so far behind. I still don't have the focus to read, luv. It's *possible* i may be able on Wednesday, or not. If so, mebbe we can chat?

(((( missing you Hugs ))))

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

I'll be lookin for you! )))Hugs my darlin Capitani(((

[journiey.livejournal.com]

OOOF! Wish I Could Be in of Somea Dose Chats! If Only To make MY Brain Ta Itch, But Then I Have This Theory See......