When two quantum objects interact, the information they contain becomes shared. This can result in a kind of link between them, where an action performed on one will affect the outcome of an action performed on the other. This “entanglement” applies even if the two particles are half a universe apart.
You will never truly read this story. The words themselves get shy of foreign eyes prying at their secrets and they take a different shape every time they are seen. Nobody said this was going to be easy, alas, I write though you may only glimpse the truth in waves.
This is the story of two doppelgangers. And though their paths would never directly cross, their fates were inextricably linked. If one scraped her knee, the other would unexplainably find her opposite knee scraped and bloody. If one died, the other must also, simultaneously pass. They lived strange, mysterious lives. No one knew where they came from, how old they were or if they had any family. It was as though they had always just been–ageless, untethered and without family or origin.
At some point in their existence, when the world was in dire crisis, they were drafted into the military and quickly became specialized secret agents, because it became apparent that they possessed unique elusive abilities. No one could quite be sure, but it was almost as though they could teleport. This proved both crucial and utterly confusing, for when one would vanish, the other must also. They could never explain their sudden absence upon their return, only that they found themselves elsewhere until they returned as instantaneously as they had departed. To a great extent, it seemed that neither had complete control over where she was at any given moment. This proved troubling in their line of work, so naturally they were the subjects of much gossip, hope and intrigue. As more and more strange phenomena followed them, they became objects of study instead of instruments of war. I must caution you though, dear reader, for their mysteries surely house reservoirs of knowledge, but also grave danger and tragedy.
Their tragedy began when a team of scientists set out to study and harvest their abilities so that they might be refined and better controlled. The scientists labored night and day to create a special room to observe the doppelgangers in. It was their desperate hope to observe how they disappeared and reappeared so synchronously.
The head scientist, Eve, directed a particularly ambitious engineer to design the walls of their observation room to be capable of absorbing the energy emitted within its parameters. The intent was twofold: first, by harvesting the energy required to teleport or disappear, they may be able to transfer it to someone who could use those abilities more intentionally, and second, they could discover what might happen if one were to teleport while the other was trapped in the observation room.
The scientists toiled and labored long hours, desperate to make any discoveries about these strange women. Despite their best efforts, all their data seemed contradictory or inconclusive at best. Each day they left their lab with more questions than answers. Their frustration grew daily, and so did their impatience. If they could not discover how the women accomplished their impossible feats, perhaps they could still determine how to extract their potential and redirect it.
So one day, they decided to separate the women, and have one teleport while outside the observation room, while the other remained within its walls. To the scientists’ great shock and horror, when the doppelganger outside the room vanished, the entire facility rattled with explosive energy, light fixtures burst with bright sparks and the room they were observing seemed to glow with the heat of thousands of embers. They could not see the second doppelganger and the heat emitted by the observation room made them sweat profusely with anxiety.
When the scientists could finally see again, both women were gone. They waited and waited, but neither was ever seen again.
I must share with you now my secret, dear reader: these doppelgangers live on, though I know not where or how. But I must caution you not to look for them. I have done my best to tell you their tale, but I don’t know what version of this story you will read and I cannot adequately articulate the danger lurking amongst their intrigue.
Be wise, Reader. And farewell.