This is a narrow constriction in a ring of superconductor. Current can only move around the ring because of quantum laws; the apparatus provides a neat way to investigate the properties of quantum mechanics and is a technology to build qubits for quantum computers.
“Along with TOOLS: Objective TRUTHS are the most
useful and versatile entities in the Multiverse. But ‘truths,’
generated by men always wield destructive potential.”
Tal Finster, 22, gazed at the pre-twilight horizon. Bilotus and
Anifarola, Hornug’s smallest moons, were aligning, tonight’s rare
dual-eclipse was only 5½ hours off. Tal with lecture classes this
evening, planned skipping the last one, to take Mai Ling dancing and
drinking. He once held high hopes for the class, now it bored him.
Finster, though, really did love a class he’d originally resented:
HV-501 Quantum-Mechanics and Free Will. He started toward it . . .
A would-be politician, Finster’s book-in-progress (Human
Volition vs. an UNfree Multiverse) was 112 completed-pages already.
Its theme: that Universal-Government’s deliberate misinterpretation
of Quantum Mechanics and ‘natural law’ was rapidly leading to greater
and greater tyranny against individual rights and human volition across
the Multiverse. . . and Tal’d included 17 tips to help individuals
fight back without unnecessary risk. He’d even transliterated Einstein’s
quote, “I don’t believe God plays dice with the Universe” into “To
enslave citizens, our tyrannical Universal Government equips its craps-
tables with loaded-dice.” Of course, he wasn’t sure the book would pass
Government Censors. It was a chance he had to take.
“Good Big Brothers,” he’d reminded his future readers, “. . . are
created by Great Parents seeking to prevent all their children from harm
while providing them opportunity for prosperity and happiness.” Thus
Tal Finster advocated Constitutional Republics featuring minimally-
invasive government whose imperative was protecting citizen’s lives,
rights and opportunities. He feared despotic ‘Big Brothers.’
Finster checked in with college roommate, Mandy, to make sure she’d
attend their anti-hacking class taking notes and recording the session.
Next week he’d return the favor. Mandy gave him an elderly-sister peck
on the cheek and laughed, “You’re covered, little brother.”
“Ahem, whose brilliant term paper saved your gorgeous butt in
Spanish class? Hmmm?”
“Tit for tat, Little Brother.”
“Great for the goose, great for the Gander, Mandy.”
After a quick hug, they parted laughing. Mandy, 34, had three
doctorates and a master’s degree; and loved taunting Tal by calling him
'Little Brother,' 'Lad,' and 'Youngster.' Despite this parental-
style harassment, Tal decided: Women are all wonderful! And Mai Ling,
his recent paramour, was the most wonderful in at least this Universe.
Tal’s HV-501 class was brilliant that night, it gave him eight or
ten great ideas for his book and five excellent quotes as well. He
dropped into the bungalow shared with Mandy to clean up a bit; fixed
himself a salad and light meal and drank some juice. Time to meet Mai
Ling – he quickly brushed his teeth.
She was extra gorgeous tonight: slender and strong and her skin
just glowing! They arrived before the musicians, so he quickly
demonstrated his dance-leads (‘when my hand slides off your back, and
down your arm, be ready for this; or this; or this;’ Remember the 13th
Commandment, “Thou shalt NOT lead: follow the man’s lead; And if I can
do it with my left hand – then expect it soon with the right”). Mai
Ling was a real quick study and in five-minutes without musical
accompaniment she actually became an almost perfect partner.
Their dancing was great; the drinks were just right. Soon it
would be time for the double-eclipse.
“Everybody’s ready to rock-n-roll?”
“Yeah, let’s take out this lousy mothah-humper, Ladies!
“Sergeant Nehrunga, this is my first sanction. How does all this work?”
“Nothing to it, Private Gisenja, falling off a log. And even if this
whole operation here were to go straight to hell: there’s a strike-group
out by the lake near his nightclub. They’d finish off the dirty-agitator
for us.” She paused, “OK here’s what we do; and here’s what you’ll do
. . . you’ll soon see, nothing to it.” She brought up the practice screens:
. . . Private Lucinda Gisenja could hardly contain her excitement, Her first
sanction. And she’d be right next to Sergeant Penny Nehrunga when the
sergeant took the kill-‘shot’ – right next to her. So very glad she’d
changed her physics emphasis to Quantum Mechanics. And this undercover
work, what could be more exciting!
Surprisingly, only a few couples witnessed Bilotus eclipsing Anifarola.
It took 23 minutes. Very exciting, Mai Ling and Tal took advantage of the
spectacle to advance their caressing and kisses. After the dual-moon
eclipse, perhaps twenty times as many were soon in the audience joining
Tal and Mai Ling to watch the double-eclipse another 50 minutes later for
total-eclipse with Planet Hornug blocking its two smallest moons. Tal
and Mai Ling, like so many of the couples around them, began dancing to
the night club band as the darkness intensified.
“Tell me about your book, Tal.”
“About halfway done, Sweetheart. I can let you read my first 15
“I’d love to. What’s your main point?”
“You’ll see. Raul Itependeri says man’s greatest tools for happiness
are: love, imagination and integrity.”
Suddenly all the stars disappeared; and it was like they were
watching the eclipse through a large slit in a small dome.
“Something’s wrong, Babe, really wrong.” He clasped her hand more
The BRIGHT flash of ‘lightning’ was so blinding, the two lovers
never actually heard the THUNDEROUS explosion killing them.
Surprisingly no one else anywhere near the lake was aware of anything
but the ever-deepening red of double-eclipse
“My heavens, Sergeant, that’s phenomenal!”
“Yeah, I still remember my first positron-electron-annihilation
mission. What’s great is every single bit of evidence gets destroyed,
doesn’t it Mandy?”
“You betcha, Sarge, no flesh, bones, nothing.” Dead Tal’s
ex-roommate couldn’t hide her grin slipping reward money into the
pocket of her civilian clothes. She’d already copied Tal’s book –
ought to sell well on the black market; and then she’d cash-in a
turncoat again. Things used to be so simple, but now they’re so
much better. How’s that for ‘free-will,’ Little Brother?”