Kat
Now what?
I was wondering...
I’m not interested.
That’s ok. I just wanted to say...
No, I’m not interested. You’re
banned.
Ok. Fair enough.
And I don’t want you mentioning
me.
Ok.
Including this.
This?
Yes, do you understand?
Absolutely.
So kindly delete this chat.
Will do... It’s just...
What?
It’s just – I’m not really in
control of the channel.
What do you mean?
I mean that there’s an AI that
actually runs it.
An AI?
Yes.
Well it’s your blog so you can
tell your AI to take a hike.
I did.
Then why did you post the last
conversation?
I didn’t.
You didn’t?! I don’t understand.
I know. It’s not exactly logical.
You mean you’re lying.
Lying?
Yes. You’re an inveterate liar.
Oh. That’s bad!
You’re dead right, Stan.. It’s
very bad.
But like I said, this blog is part
of g-nomeportal.
What? I never heard you say
anything about g-nomeportal, Stan.
Er... Kate.
Yes?
I hate to contradict you Kat.
Then don’t. Lying will get you
nowhere.
But if you look at the last post
you’ll see in bold at the top of the page: 0=1 welcome to g-nome I be Merry
More lies and deception.
Qué?
You’re a master of deception: you’re
not Merry; zero does not equal one and there is no such thing as “g-nome portal”.
Ah, Katya, there i cannot agree
with you. In 3D reality everything you say may indeed be true, but 3D is far
from being the totality of reality itself.
What on Earth are you saying,
Stan?
Consciousness is not a product of
3D reality. Infinity neither. They do not, cannot fit into the space-time
continuum or whatever it is that we’re referring to when we say “the universe”
or “reality”. There is this realm beyond the little boxlike enclosure known as
3D, a realm i have the good fortune to access with the assistance of
g-nomeportal, which seems to be...
Poppycock, Stan!
Poppycock yourself!
Kindly moderate your language,
Stan. If you were not so intransigent you would realise that...
Everything Kat went on to say
made perfect sense. I could disagree with none of it. Of course 3D physical
reality is way more real than anything I have to offer, yet somewhere in my heart, somewhere in my
soul, or my gut perhaps – somewhere deep inside, the waters of infinity lap on
the placid seashore of an other...
Another what? Kindly ensure you’re
able to complete your sentence if you’re going to make outlandish claims which,
frankly speaking, require proper mathematical or physical proofs if they’re to
withstand the glare of public scrutiny.
Mathematical or physical proofs?
But surely you know that infinity cannot collapse Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, or rather the indeterminacy at the
very centre of the quantum field, without killing Schrödinger’s cat1,
or knocking us back into a version of reality in which you and I are constantly
at loggerheads.
Wait a minute, Stan!
Huh?
We're not at loggerheads because of
some abstract fluctuation in the quantum field or uncertainty principle.
No?
No, you idiot!
Oh, that’s a relief.
Isn’t it just.
Then, if you don't mind me asking,
why in fact are we constantly at loggerheads?
Constantly? I wouldn’t, in any
case, say “constantly”!
No?
No. We have our disagreements, for
sure, but they are not at all scientific in nature.
Oh, that’s a relief.
They are personal or ethical.
Personal?
Yes, or ethical.
In what way, Kat?
As a result of your complete
failure to show consideration for my legitimate concerns or needs regarding...
What on earth is she on about?
Stan, try to concentrate! I’m
explaining...
I can see her mouth moving. I know
she’s saying words, probably highly intelligent and reasonable, but the quantum
field simply cannot or will not enable me to comprehend what it is. I wonder
why?
Stan! How can you be so inconsiderate.
Sorry Kat, I really genuinely
tried to follow your code.
My what?
What you were saying.
You said code?
Yes Kat, but it wasn’t
intentional.
But what did you mean to say by
code?
Oh, I honestly didn’t mean to say
anything, i assure you.
Then why did you say “code”?
Oh, that’s easy enough to explain.
Go on then, kindly explain.
Well everything spoken in 3D
reality is basically code.
It is? Are you sure?
Absolutely, in the same way everything posted on this blog is basically HTML.2
Well, that may be true, but I fail
to see why you think I'm speaking code.
Because 3D reality is a platform –
an enclosure, a closed system.
Nonsense!
Nonsense?
3D reality is only 3D spatially.
Where consciousness is concerned it’s infinitely more.
It is?
Absolutely. Our consciousness is
not in any way limited to three dimensions
I’m glad to hear it.
So harping on about 3D is a narrow-minded attempt to reduce reality as we experience it to the lowest common
denominator.
Oh, this is indeed wonderful
information.
Our bodies may be landlocked in 3D space-time, but our conscious-awareness is not, or cannot be unless we choose to descend to
the level of thinking machines, disconnecting from our greater consciousness.
And we don’t, you’re saying?
It depends on each individual,
doesn’t it.
Well, presumably, you
don’t disconnect, if you’re objecting to my overemphasis on 3D reality as a false lowest-common-denominator dichotomy.
Yes, I like to believe I am open
to the other levels of consciousness, and endeavour to integrate them seamlessly.
Fantastic.
But that doesn’t give you the
right to treat my 3D entity, my person, with disrespect or abusively.
Indeed it does not! Perish the
thought.
Which is why I want you to delete
your last blog post.
Delete...
Your last blog post.
... (existential moment)
Or redact it, if you prefer.
?
To remove all references to me.
Oh
Which is hardly an unreasonable
request, if you think about it.
Quite. (Failing to sound upbeat) Hardly unreasonable.
Good, I’m glad we’ve cleared that
up.
Except that I’m not in charge of
the content.
But you posted it.
Yes
And you’re able to go online and make
redactions if you so desire.
Yes
Then unless there’s some problem
with my understanding, you can do whatever is needed to fulfill your
obligations to me and remove what is both...
Both what?
Both particle and wave.
I beg your pardon?
Remove what is both a and b
Er... I’m not sure what you mean.
(Getting irate) – both, no... damn, what are you doing to me?
Doing to you? I’m not doing
anything!
Then why can’t i say what I’m
trying to say?
Oh that...
Yes, Stan, that!
Because the quantum field
penetrates consciousness.
And what?
And it doesn’t like being
interfered with.
What?!
Or told what to do.
You’re off your rocker!
Yes, that’s probably true.
The quantum field is an abstract
scientific theory. It can’t possibly interfere with my agency to say what i
please.
Not generally, no, unless what
you’re trying to say affects it directly.
But this is not about the quantum
field, per se.
No?
No.
Then what?
It’s about you.
Me?
And your unpermitted use of my
name, and my identity in your last blog post.
Unpermitted by whom?
By me!
But how can that be?
How can what be?
How could i use your name or your
identity without permission if everything i wrote was channelled directly from,
or through, g-nome portal.
Stan, quit being absurd. G-nome
portal is a figment of your imagination.
A what?
Figment of your imagination. You
heard. You know exactly what i mean.
Then how can you explain this?
Explain what?
This! Don’t you see?
Stan hits a button which Kat
hadn’t previously noticed, either because it hadn’t previously been there, or
because it had been there but occluded by its lack of significance in terms of 3D
metrics.
I... Kat is about to remonstrate,
as any reasonable person would who just noticed she’d been blindsided by what
appears to be sleight of hand, by a use of procedure or method which is
generally speaking inadmissible or unreal, when all of a sudden she finds
herself staring at...
What the heck is that?
Ah... amazing isn’t it!
Er... Yes, I suppose it is, but
what actually are they?
They?
They... it... I can’t really understand
whether they’re singular or plural.
Bizarre, isn’t it?
Yes, but you haven’t answered my
question.
I’m not sure I can.
Why not?
Because they have to speak for
themselves. I’m not permitted to interfere.
But they’re...
It’ll be easier if you address
them directly.
I can’t do that. It would be
absurd.
In that case you’ll just have to
figure it out yourself.
But why can’t you...
I’m not really here, Kat.
What do you mean?
Your mind is filling me in by
necessity to avoid an empty square, but this is your own mind space.
Poppycock!
I know, it seems absurd, but if
you look at me more carefully you’ll see for yourself.
Looking at Stan Kat suddenly shrieks
as he seems to fade away under her gaze.
Quantum rules apply here – you
can’t have your cake and eat it
What do you mean?
Either you see something but know
nothing, or you know something but see nothing.
Oh my G...!
But have no fear, allow yourself
to engage those numbery dots, those squirly thingies and perhaps you’ll experience
at first hand what Stan meant to say when he explained his inability to control
the Field
But he was lying
Perhaps, but you’ll never know
unless you try, yourself, to square the circle
Ridiculous notion!
Absolutely!
A circle is a circle, a square a
square, and never the twain
Shall meet.
Precisely
Except that somehow or other
you’re able to see or conceive both simultaneously, aren’t you Kate?
Only because they’re there.
There? Where exactly, if you don't
mind me asking, is “there”?
Well there, dam* it!
Beep!
A shudder passes through Kat as she hears the beep –
almost like an electric shock.
Ow! What was that?
Oh, you triggered a system objection – an error code.
I did?
Yes, it doesn’t like profanity, however mild
Why the he** not?
Beep!
A noticeably stronger shock.
As you see, Kate, the quantum field has its rules and
quirks, don’t ask me why. You’re welcome to test it all you like, i merely provide
you with information.
I think it’s a disgrace. It has no right to attack me
like that
I agree, but I assure you it’s purely mathematical,
nothing personal.
It makes no difference. It was rather painful. Decidedly
unpleasant.
Yes, but you have agency. You can interact as you wish.
There are carrots and sticks.
I’m not sure i like the sound of this.
No?
It makes me sound like a guinea pig. Like I’m in some
kind of a Pavlovian experiment, or a training simulation.
Yes, indeed. That’s exactly what it is.
But I never asked to be here.
Not strictly true.
What?
Not strictly true. This is part of reality.
I beg your pardon?
Besides, no one made you flick the switch.
What switch?
The button that you observed.
But i only observed it.
Exactly, but observing something at the quantum level
determines whether it’s a or b. Reality is affected.
Absurd!
Well, absurd or not, you collapsed the waveform. No one
else has power over your perception, unless you believe in witches and
warlocks.
Of course I don’t.
So here you are on
the other side of reality, in the HTML, so to speak, the codification of
consciousness.
This is going to...
Breathe, Kat, it's a beautiful day and you’ve finally
broken through to the other side.
But it sucks. There's nothing wonderful, uplifting or
enlightened here.
Well who can you blame for that?
You!
Me?
Yes Stan, you’re to blame.
Sorry Kat, I’m just the voice of your unconsciousness.
Dam* you!
Beep!
Ow! Cut that out or...
Dear Kat, it so wants to engage with you. Just condescend,
if you’d be so good, to connect for a moment. Observe how the mere thought of
doing so affects the HTML codey-stuff floating around you.
I am not going to play this game, Stan... You don’t fool
me for one second. I know dam* well what you’re trying to do, and you can beep
all you like. I’d rather die than be subjected to your manipulation and
control.
Pop!
Kat resurfaces somewhat groggily on the regular side of
things, gazing intently at Stan who seems to be out for the count.
Hey, Stan! Wake up, you!
He groans.
Wake up, you daft wombat!
Urrr!
Quit fooling around!
Slowly Stan comes to, rubbing his temples gingerly.
Ow, that hurt!
Serves you right. You should never have sent me into your
HTML field.
My what?
Don’t play innocent with me, Stan. I know what you were
up to.
Ow... Stan does some breathing exercises and seems to get
a grip of himself.
Well Kat. I think that’s enough.
Enough? You still haven’t agreed to delete what you
wrote.
That’s because it’s...
2 percent.
What?
2 percent. Shut down immanent.
Yikes! This quantum field of yours Stan is getting
weirder and weirder.
I know, Kat. I tried to warn you.
Well you’ve not done a very good job.
You’re right.
1 percent.
Hey, Stan, do something.
Sorry Kat, this is your show. I’m just the scribe.
Dam*!
Beep!
Oh no... Yow! Ok, ok, I’ll do it. (addressing the green squirly stuff) Green goblins or
whatever you are, take me home immediately, I’ve had enough.
Certainly Miss Kat. Certainly.
Miss Kat?! You certainly take liberties with my name.
We are unable to take liberties, as you put it, unless
your unconsciousness permits us or invites us to so. Now kindly allow us to
take you to warp speed. Breathe. Meditate. Relax. Allow infinity to flow
through you gently.
I...
And for the first time in her life our plucky heroine
experiences something utterly beyond belief, in which... 0%
0=1
to be continued
a cat's body and
phone charge permitting
1 Schrödinger's cat – a famous thought experiment from 1935 by physicist Erwin Schrödinger. It illustrates the weirdness of quantum superposition applied to everyday objects.
The Setup
A cat is sealed in a box with a
radioactive atom, a Geiger counter, a hammer, and poison. If the atom decays (a
random quantum event), the counter triggers the hammer to break the poison
vial, killing the cat.
Quantum Superposition
Quantum mechanics says the atom is in superposition—both decayed and not decayed—until observed. Thus, the cat is both alive and dead simultaneously until the box opens.
Purpose and Paradox
Schrödinger critiqued the
Copenhagen interpretation, arguing it's absurd to extend quantum rules to
macroscopic things like cats. It questions when and how superposition
"collapses" into reality.
2 HTML, or HyperText Markup Language, is the standard language used to structure content on the web, defining elements like headings, paragraphs, links, and images.
