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- [ Malfunction ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "MALFUNCTION"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- "Hey John, it's Nick..."
- Nick worked down at the TeleCenter. I had known him for several years. He
- was a skilled engineer. Everything he designed, built and put to use worked
- smoothly. Almost everything that is. It seemed like things had changed. No
- one called me unless something did not work properly.
- "What's the problem Nicky?"
- "Well, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I must report a malfunction in one of
- my products."
- "Which one?"
- "The teleporter."
- My database revealed that Nick had only designed one teleporter. It was
- the Porter 2000, the most common human sender-receiver in the world. All
- countries around the world had at least a dozen of these little devices in
- action.
- "What's wrong with it?"
- "I don't know."
- Actually, this was the answer I had expected. If Nick had known what was
- wrong with the teleporter, he would not have called me. He would have fixed
- whatever needed be fixed.
- "Describe the problem."
- "Person enters the sender. Selects destination. Pushes a button. Humming
- sound. Transportation. Person steps out of the receiver - and here comes the
- problem - lacking a billionth of a kilo of his weight. That's all. No other
- drawbacks. I can neither localize what kind of matter it is that disappears,
- nor where it goes. It's just gone."
- "Funny. So if a person, theoretically speaking, enters the machine around
- seventy billion times he will vanish?"
- "Er, actually no. Because this happens only the first time a person uses
- a teleporter. If he does it again, he will not lose any weight. From a
- strictly practical point of view it's no big deal. Because the user doesn't
- notice it, and it has no known effects on his further life. We discovered
- this strange effect by coincidence, I won't bore you with the details.
- Anyway, if someone is interested, we have 'lost' around seven kekro-kilo of
- matter during the years the teleporter been around. Not much indeed, but
- still troublesome. It would be nice if someone knew where it has gone."
- I typed down everything he had said.
- "Sounds like a bizarre little feature to me. Well, I'll put this info
- into the database. I'll let you know if someone has a theory or solution to
- the 'problem'."
- And that was it. That was my job. If someone had a problem they could not
- solve, they called me. I put all relevant information into a database,
- which scientists from all over the world could access when they had nothing
- better to do.
- Two days later, the phone rang again. It was Doctor Johnson, reputable
- astrophysician from a local university.
- "Greetings, John. I am calling concerning the little problem Mr Nick
- seems to experience with his teleporters. He claimed that seven kekro-kilo
- had disappeared. I think we've found them."
- New world record. No one had ever made an attempt to solve any of the
- problems in the data base in two days.
- "Really?" I said and laid my hands on the keyboard. "Explain."
- My fingers started to type the moment he began to talk.
- "Nick's teleporter went into action forty twenty-two, five years ago that
- is. We have happened to observe a certain part of the universe during this
- period. The area around nine-nine-nine-D-N, using the Einstein Pointer
- System, to be precise. And you know what? Slowly, slowly, substance from
- nowhere have clustered itself on a spot in this part. We have had no clue
- from where it came, or what kind of material it was. But I guess we know
- now."
- "That would be around seven kekro I believe?"
- "No, no. Only around two. The rest is to be found somewhere else. And, in
- fact, I know where it is. My colleague at the GeoCenter have discovered the
- same phenomenon, but at a very different place of the universe."
- "Where?"
- "Under the surface of the Earth. Exactly in the centre of the Earth,
- around five kekro have shown up without any apparent reason. None of our
- instruments can detect the causal chain related to this matter. The same
- goes for the thing at nine-nine-nine. Therefore, I believe it must be the
- 'lost' matter from Nick's teleporters."
- "Do you have any theory why, and how, it shows up at these particular
- places?"
- Doctor Johnson whispered, as if he did not want anyone to hear him.
- "Maybe I do."
- I opened up another file on the base. This one was for theories. Few
- people ever looked at them. Usually because the theories in question often
- were nothing more than extremely loose speculations.
- "Shoot" I said.
- "The function of Nick's Porter is well-known. At least to scientists. The
- sender device creates a blueprint over the user, sends this print to the
- receiver where another machine builds the person together again. Do you know
- what happens with the person that's inside the sender? Of course you do,
- it's no secret. When the blueprint has been properly saved, the body is
- annihilated. If it wasn't, we would get two separate individuals which
- would be qualitatively identical. This is forbidden by law, as we all know.
- Individuals are only allowed to be numerically identical, i.e. identical
- with themselves. 'Something' is lost in this copying process. I think I know
- what that is. It is something we all possess. Something we have forgotten to
- take care of. Something we maybe even ought to take care of, but don't do in
- these days of fast technological progress. Something that cannot be copied
- with the teleporters we have today. I don't know if it will ever be
- possible."
- I coughed. "Unfortunately, I believe these metaphysical speculations are
- just a little bit too abstract, so to say, for the common scientist to
- comprehend."
- Doctor Johnson sighed.
- "Ah, well, maybe they are. I'm just brainstorming."
- I closed the file and stashed it at a place no one would ever bother to
- look. I was about to end my conversation with Doctor Johnson when he added
- his final remarks. I never cared to put them into the file. It was too much
- work for nothing.
- "Do you know how I came to this theory?" said Dr Johnson and chuckled, as
- if he was on his way to tell a joke. "Actually, due to numbers. Three nines
- at DN points to a place in the sky where some of the matter in question
- clusters. If we use the same pointer system for the other place, even though
- that's a quite unusual procedure, we get three sixes at KN. Funny, don't
- you say? I believe we have discovered a couple of places mankind have been
- searching for, and pondered about, for ages. The last resorts for our
- Cartesian egos. Due to the teleporter we end up there long before it was
- meant to be according to the traditional schedule. Maybe, but just maybe,
- we've finally managed to actually localize Heaven and Hell."
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