Answer Key: Episode 7
Hal smiled and nodded at Kairos, then went back to his office with its tiny workbench to gather materials. He created a private file off the lab’s server to copy over Amser’s data and add his own notes. When consciousness was accelerated like particles in the Hadron Collider, it sped out of the present to some point in the future. One’s quantum brain—and therefore, as Hal saw in the rat, one’s body—traveled to the future.
He spent the next six months trying to reverse the procedure to send the rats back in time. The file of failed experiments grew. The rats had only returned to the present by following the exact neural traces of quanta that had sent them to the future. Hal was not able to guess the random path of the past. As it stood, he didn’t even know with any kind of certainty where the rats landed in the future. Only a human would be able to say.
When he imagined all the safety commissions, endless rules and regulations required before a single-celled organism would be allowed into next week, he got angry. Hal didn’t want to spend his life in the back seat, cleaning up lab reports for Amser. He was just going to go. Would Aroa Research Labs still be around in the future? What about the paradox of meeting oneself? He’d find out.Hal smiled and nodded at Kairos, then went back to his office with its tiny workbench to gather materials. He created a private file off the lab’s server to copy over Amser’s data and add his own notes. When consciousness was accelerated like particles in the Hadron Collider, it sped out of the present to some point in the future. One’s quantum brain—and therefore, as Hal saw in the rat, one’s body—traveled to the future.
He spent the next six months trying to reverse the procedure to send the rats back in time. The file of failed experiments grew. The rats had only returned to the present by following the exact neural traces of quanta that had sent them to the future. Hal was not able to guess the random path of the past. As it stood, he didn’t even know with any kind of certainty where the rats landed in the future. Only a human would be able to say.
When he imagined all the safety commissions, endless rules and regulations required before a single-celled organism would be allowed into next week, he got angry. Hal didn’t want to spend his life in the back seat, cleaning up lab reports for Amser. He was just going to go. Would Aroa Research Labs still be around in the future? What about the paradox of meeting oneself? He’d find out.
