Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The year is 3715 AD. While a swarm of constructor nanobots were excavating the ruins of some civilization in the area of Old California, a make shift fall-out shelter was discovered in an almost undamaged state. Inside it was a mummified remains of a human male who; through Submolecular DNA Half-life Analysis, was determined to have lived about 1000 years ago and had a life span of 400 years, making it the oldest documented human of all time. Next to the body, a box containing letters, clippings and notes was found. All the letters were addressed to a certain [undisclosed name] including the one published below for public consumption:
January 1, 2010
To my ever loyal [undisclosed name];
The gravity of the situation is preventing me from greeting you on this supposedly joyful holiday. (Nevertheless, I’ll just pray that you and your future (no matter how long or short it might be), will be showered with happiness and goodwill.)
I have already contemplated diligently every aspect of this decision. I have considered each and every consequence of my choice and among all these, leaving you was the gravest.
Many people have already asked why I have chosen to do this. They ask if living alone on a secluded cave is worth leaving all I have in my life. I give them a brief, scientific answer. Surprisingly, as technical as my answer may have seem, they would understand. But then again, the craziness of my idea may have given them the impression that I am indeed crazy, and that I deserve to be locked away from “normal” people like them.
I am giving you the most detailed and most accurate answer, as you are a scientist like me and you would never accept a shallow explanation like what I give the others.
Surely you know Erwin Schrödinger, and his thought experiment. He is by far my most favorite free thinker of the modern world. Only a mind like his could come up with the most profound and meaningful ideas. His was the reason I’m doing this. He and his cat. I am of course talking about his thought experiment, commonly known as Schroedinger’s Cat.
"...A cat is penned up in a steel chamber, along with the following device (which must be secured against direct interference by the cat): in a Geiger counter there is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small, that perhaps in the course of the hour one of the atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube discharges and through a relay releases a hammer which shatters a small flask of hydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom has decayed. The psi-function of the entire system would express this by having in it the living and dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts..."
This can be interpreted as a criticism to the concept of superposition, which states that in a subatomic scale, a particle exists in a superposition of all its possible positions until it undergoes quantum measurement. In the experiment, it can be deduced that the cat exists in all its possible states until one actually opens the box and observes it. That is, unobserved, the cat could be both alive AND dead.
Which can be further generalized to everything for that matter. Thus my reason to remain alone and secluded. Without anyone observing me, I can be both alive and dead at the same time but definitely not dead. Alone and unobserved, I can be immortal!!!
Come to think of it, the act of observing really shortens the lifespan of anything. Look at what happened to our virgin rainforest. Without man knowing of its existence, it would have stood there unharmed for eternity. Yet, once man learned of it, it was gone in a flash.
Look at our vast marine ecosystem, the great animals, and the free birds— who once flourished on earth. Who would have thought these noble creatures would disappear in a blink. It is our fault. We discovered them, and now we destroyed them.
And look at our civilization. We started tinkering, we began questioning, and we began observing. Now we are on a steep descent, with nothing to stop us but destruction of ourselves.
So, I chose to seclude my self. So that I might salvage what is remaining of my humanity. And in the process I will become an immortal.
That is the short of it. Good luck to you on the outside.
Dr. Pen Rose
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
One day, he started to wonder where he got his organic eye. He thought that place, wherever it would be, will surely be completely organic. And that place will be where he truly belongs.
So he used all of his spare time to look for evidences of the organic land. He swept the sky with his gigascope looking for any strange objects and signs of organic land. And he started saving up grease if ever the time for his journey comes. But as years pass without any sign, he started to lose hope.
One day, as he was looking at his gigascope, he saw a green speck of light in the northern hemisphere. He zoomed the scope with the highest magnification, but all he saw was a lighthouse. But when he looked at the scope using his organic eye, he saw something different. He saw not a lighthouse but some tall brown trunk with small, green, paper-like objects on the top. And whet seemed to be the green light was actually small, flying and glowing objects. He found The Organic Land!
His hope rekindled, he started packing up the grease that he saved and began his journey using the green light as his guide. He journeyed over mountains of metal scraps, under tunnels of steel tubes, beyond a graveyard of rusted robots and saw many things he has never seen before. Everyday, the green light becomes bigger and bigger as he comes closer to organic land. But then, his grease supply was also getting low.
And then finally, he was just a few miles away from the green light and from organic land. So he took out his gigascope and took a last look from afar using his organic eye.
But what he saw shocked him. There were all sorts of oozing matter, moist marshes, fluids with varying colors from greenish to reddish, and sticky and elastic juices. He began to think he will become rusted upon contact with these things. And he was frightened.
He was terrified so much that he just ran as fast as he could to where he came from. He ran for hours and hours until his joints began to creak and crackle. When h e sat down to get some grease, he found that he had used up all that he saved.
He was lost in nowhere land, with only a vast desert ahead and a place of total decay behind. With all the strength he has, he summoned all courage and decided to proceed to organic land.
He walked toiling, with creaking joints and rusting sole. He walked slowly and in pain, while the rust slowly takes over of his body. Inevitably, rust took over all of his metallic structure. And his body fell forward face down to the ground, disintegrating into many rusted pieces; his arms, his legs, his body and his head. He never reached organic land.
Indeed, the organic gods (if there exists) might have felt pity for the wretched robot. In a twist of fate, a mild gust of wind blew on his head strong enough to make it tumble and roll forward. And it rolled in a specific position that his organic eye has a complete unobstructed view of the organic land; it’s oozing wetlands, its green lights.
And there, as it was stuck on his rusted head, his organic eye looked on intently; a few times blinking and sometimes shedding a rustic tear. And it dreams on wistfully ever after.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
It IS a small world after all.
If it weren't, I would have moved my orbit millions of light-years away from you.
I was a dead planet on a stagnating galaxy - looming in the horizon, oblivious from anyone. Yet I was content with my place in the universe. I was happy as I was alone.
You were not aware (not even slightly) of my entity. Yet I was fully aware of you. I was the Hubble Space Telescope -- floating alone, observing silently. You are the Crab nebulae - full of dynamism and change. And you're just mirrors and lenses away.
One fateful day, our orbits aligned; our stars came close; an equinox of two distant bodies. At that very short instance you caught a glimpse of my small planet, in all its bleakness and aridity.
I was the noble gas, Helium -- inert and unreactive. You were a proton, accelerated million times around kilometers of superconducting tubes, attaining infinite energy. I was not even the real target. I was just a single atom that leaked and got lost on your path. Yet, you hit me head-on, split second, and then you simply move on.
The collision time was that of a very, very small magnitude - like a femtosecond pulse in a laser experiment. Ultimately, the fear of anti-supercollider advocates materialized in me. That small strange sub particle created enough energy to initiate a big reaction in my essentially inert subsistence. Like a white dwarf with its trademark large radiance, my vitality burned rapidly and violently.
All existence converged to a single point. And what remained was a singularity of broken dreams, wishful thoughts and infinite regrets. It disintegrated with what was left of the very miniscule memories of our ultrashort but very radiant coexistence. And just like any matter-antimatter interaction, what occurred was an annihilation--only in my case, there were no splendid fireworks of escaping photons of light, heat and energy. My whole universe imploded just like that.
Then I became a black hole-- sucking anyone's energy including my own. I lost all meaning and desire of existence. I just sucked and sucked on everything. Eternal darkness became my final dwelling.
Meanwhile, stars shine brightly in the skies of your happy little planet.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
June 27, 2015
Dear Prof. Lawrence,
I greet you with a truly amazing news!
It was purely by mistake, I was doing my routine check-ups of the electron-synchrotron machine and eating my favorite pasta while at it.
So, I fired up the electron beam as was required for the check-up. I hear Polly squawked behind me, as if she knows something would happen.
As I was pulling the magnetic ring levitator lever, little Erwin began scratching my pants, trying to have a piece of my pasta. I raise my hand, to keep my food away from the hungry cat.
But then, Polly was able to peck at it from her cage. I tried to pull away from the cat and the bird but I tripped on one of the electric lines and I threw the pasta into one of the impact chambers.
It was then that the miracle happened! The probe detected a new particle, with zero mass, no spin and no charge and yet it remained in the chamber, not disintegrating, as if it had no antiparticle.
I looked at it using our electron picoscope, and there it is, our lives' greatest discovery...Its like strands of spaghetti with wings. You should see for your self. With your permission I would like to call it... The Flying Spaghetti Particle.
I've sent you some pictures from the lab.
Your Loyal Student,
PS. I apologize for what happened to your cat. He jumped into the chamber with the pasta and as of now, I still can't figure if he was dead or alive.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 2 He said:
3 "May the day of my birth perish,
and the night it was said, 'A boy is born!'
4 That day—may it turn to darkness;
may God above not care about it;
may no light shine upon it.
11 "Why did I not perish at birth,
and die as I came from the womb?
12 Why were there knees to receive me
and breasts that I might be nursed?
16 Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child,
like an infant who never saw the light of day?
23 Why is life given to a man
whose way is hidden,
whom God has hedged in?
24 For sighing comes to me instead of food;
my groans pour out like water.
25 What I feared has come upon me;
what I dreaded has happened to me.
26 I have no peace, no quietness;
I have no rest, but only turmoil."
And the unborn sings in unison.
For The Widows in Paradise by Sufjan Stevens
Rake by Sufjan Stevens
Weather: Cloudy; Stormy
Time: At Sunset
Full Text: BibleGateway.com
Directed by: The Hangman Dreamer
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
At one time in my life, I thought of applying to the National Bureau of Investigation as an NBI agent. But then, I realized I will be carrying a gun if I become an agent. I was intimidated by that thought so I decided not to apply.
Anyway, I drew this in MS Paint.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Gone are the days when alchemists used to transmute gold from lead. I made diamond from thin air.
Run a large amount of current on a specific amount of carbon gas inside an air-tight vault and shout; "Let there be light!" And there will be light.
This is a glow discharge plasma.
Suck all the air inside the vault to create a vacuum. You were told, "Diamonds form in extreme pressure." But with the use of alchemy, we only need patience.
Expose a thin silicon wafer in your glow discharge and let it stay there for 24 hours. And Voila! You got yourself a thin film of diamond on the silicon wafer's surface.
This is diamond.
(Dreamt 4 years ago; recalled Today)
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Dreams, like nightmares, live on as long as you feed them. Things go haywire once you overfed them. You see, nightmares are your overfed dreams.
Gluttony is my sin. My Dream is a voracious monster on rampage, scaring the reality out of me. I focused too much on my childish ambitions that I forgot what really matters. I walked off the common road to reach for the proverbial star; now I'm lost for direction and my star looks so much farther than ever.
Wake up. This is just a dream.