"We have passed the secondary litigation limit. All systems clear, sim-lawyers
green, fusion power according to spec, cores withdrawn. We're set to jump."
I watched the complex navigation diagram on the screen. The ship had
just passed a dotted surface a few diameters out from Atlantis, marking
the range where litigation costs would be below a pre-set level. Ahead
there was only empty space, with a few highly annotated dots denoting
detected pieces of space debris. Time to change that.
"Roger. I'm starting up Oscar. Charge up the ram". Interfacing with Oscar
is an unusual experience. Compared to other AI it is not a great conversationalist,
it is nearly a huge expert system. But when it comes to handling the complexities
of space-time it is brilliant. It is not just that it can superpose itself
to study all possible paths and actions, it is also quite creative in
how to use the quirks of the higgsram and space-time foam to get the most
out of a jump. I'm just its handler, not the boss during the jump.
"The ram is blazing. We have enough charge now to blast a 10 hole if
you want."
"Fine. Oscar, are you there yet?"
"Yes, Peter, I can feel the foam. It is somewhat weylish right now, but
we can isotropize it by retro-cheating"
Not even I know quite what Oscar means, at least not on an intuitive
level. "In that case, initiate countdown."
The jump is quick. A warning siren throughout the ship, a countdown so
everybody has the time to find a place to buckle down (as if that would
help in a mis-jump). Then Oscar goes online, into the realms ordinary
humans cannot see. For a brief moment I'm given the vision through my
interface of the space-time itself as Oscar sees it through the ram: a
labyrinthine four-dimensional foam of wormholes, topoi and virtual particles
that both exist and non-exist at the same time. Oscar probes all the possibilities
with the tip of the ram, exploiting quantum interactions and the lack
of causality on this level to find a potential wormhole. It is as much
an art as a science, and Oscar is quite good at it. One weirdly knotted
hypersurface becomes real, and gigajoules suddenly pour into it. The vision
blurs as ram field return space-time to the state it was in during the
Big Bang, and the wormhole explodes outwards at the speed of light.
Another visualisation, this time macroscopic. Ahead the stars scatter
away like a school of frightened fishes, and the wormhole rushes towards
us. In the visualisation concentric spheres start to turn inside out,
and we feel the tidal forces as we squeeze through. First a pressure as
everything (especially our internal organs) try to move together as closely
as possible. A styrofoam cup some idiot left behind loudly crumbles. Then
a feeling of suction as everything instead tries to expand in all directions
(styrofoam pieces everywhere). The spheres have turned inside out, the
starfield is normal. Behind us a 9 kilometre large wormhole collapses
in less than a millisecond, releasing its energy as gravity waves and
returning to the imaginary land of the quantum manifolds.
"Great jump, Oscar."
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