Part 12 (1/2)
”That seems to be the popular wisdom,” Martin said.
She blinked. ”It's true. They haven't told us how they do certain things-convert matter to anti em, for example. Or how they compress ordinary matter into neutronium. Or how they transmit on the noach without possibility of interception.”
”They don't seem to think we need to know.”
”Well, curiosity is reason enough.”
”Right,” Martin said.
”I think I know how they do some things. Not how they actually do do it, but the theory behind it.” Her eyes widened, defying him to think her efforts were trivial. ”It's good momerath. It's self-consistent, I mean. I've even translated some of it into formal maths.” it, but the theory behind it.” Her eyes widened, defying him to think her efforts were trivial. ”It's good momerath. It's self-consistent, I mean. I've even translated some of it into formal maths.”
”I'm listening,” Martin said.
Martin knew his momerath ability was dwarfed by Jennifer's. She was probably the fastest and most innovative mathematician on the s.h.i.+p, followed only by Giacomo Sicilia.
”I've been putting some things together by looking at the moms'-I mean, the Benefactors' technologies. What they did on Earth and on the Ark. On Mars. They have ways of altering matter on a fundamental level-that's obvious, of course, since they can make matter into anti em. I don't don't think they have s.p.a.cewarps or can rotate ma.s.s points through higher dimensions-that would imply faster-than light travel, which they don't think they have s.p.a.cewarps or can rotate ma.s.s points through higher dimensions-that would imply faster-than light travel, which they don't seem seem to have.” to have.”
”Okay,” Martin said.
”The way momerath is constructed-the formal side I mean, not the psychological-there are branches of the discipline that suggest human information theory. There's an argument that physics can be reduced to the laws governing transfer of information; but I haven't been working on that.
”What I have have been doing is looking at how the moms treat basic physics in their drill instructions. We have to know been doing is looking at how the moms treat basic physics in their drill instructions. We have to know certain certain things, such as repair of maker delivery systems using remotes, in case they're severely damaged in a fight. It's funny, but the things, such as repair of maker delivery systems using remotes, in case they're severely damaged in a fight. It's funny, but the Dawn Treader Dawn Treader can repair itself, and the bombs.h.i.+ps can't...not without remotes, at any rate. I guess they don't want bombs.h.i.+ps going off on their own, mutating-” can repair itself, and the bombs.h.i.+ps can't...not without remotes, at any rate. I guess they don't want bombs.h.i.+ps going off on their own, mutating-”
”Yes,” Martin said, in a tone that urged her to come back to the main subject.
”About the anti em conversion process. I think they've worked out ways to access a particle's bit structure, its self-information. To do that, they'd have to tamper with the so-called privileged channels. Channels Channels isn't the right word, of course-I'd call them bands-but-” isn't the right word, of course-I'd call them bands-but-”
Martin looked at her blankly.
”Some more radical theorists on Earth thought s.p.a.cetime might be a giant computational matrix, with information transferred along privileged bands or channels instantaneously, and bosons-photons, and so on, conveying other types of information at no more than the speed of light. Baryons don't expand when the universe expands. They're loosely tied to s.p.a.cetime. But bosons-photons, and so on-are in some respects strongly tied to s.p.a.cetime. Their wavelengths expand as the universe expands. The privileged bands are not tied to s.p.a.cetime at all, and they convey certain kinds of special information between particles. Kind of cosmic book-keeping. The Benefactors seem to know how to access these bands, and to control the information they carry.”
”I'm still not following you.”
Jennifer sighed, squatted in the air beside Martin, and lifted her hands to add gestures to her explanation. ”Particles need to know know certain things, if I can use that word in its most basic sense. They need to know what they are-charge, ma.s.s, spin, strangeness, and so on-and certain things, if I can use that word in its most basic sense. They need to know what they are-charge, ma.s.s, spin, strangeness, and so on-and where where they are. They have to react to information conveyed by other particles, information about their own character and position. Particles are the most basic processors of information. Bosons and the privileged bands are the fundamental carriers of information.” they are. They have to react to information conveyed by other particles, information about their own character and position. Particles are the most basic processors of information. Bosons and the privileged bands are the fundamental carriers of information.”
”All right,” Martin said, although the full implications of this were far from clear, and he was far from agreeing with the theory.
”I think the Benefactors-and probably the planet-killers-have found ways to control the privileged bands. Now that's remarkable by itself, because privileged bands aren't supposed to be accessed by anything anything but the particles and bosons they work for. They might as well be called but the particles and bosons they work for. They might as well be called forbidden forbidden bands. They carry information about a particle's state that help keep things running on a quantum level-book-keeping and housecleaning, so to speak. They have to carry information instantly because...well, in some experiments, that kind of bookkeeping seems to happen instantly, across great distances. Most information can't travel faster than light. Well, that sort bands. They carry information about a particle's state that help keep things running on a quantum level-book-keeping and housecleaning, so to speak. They have to carry information instantly because...well, in some experiments, that kind of bookkeeping seems to happen instantly, across great distances. Most information can't travel faster than light. Well, that sort can, can, but it's very special, the exception to the rule. but it's very special, the exception to the rule.
”Bosons travel at the speed of light. They carry information about changes in position, ma.s.s, and so on, like I said. If you can change their states and information content, you can make them lie. lie. If you control all the information carried by bosons and along the privileged bands, you can If you control all the information carried by bosons and along the privileged bands, you can lie lie to other particles. If you tinker with a particle's internal information, you can to other particles. If you tinker with a particle's internal information, you can change change that particle. I think that's what they do to make anti em.” that particle. I think that's what they do to make anti em.”
”They just tell an atom it's anti em?”
Jennifer smiled brightly. ”Nothing so simple, but that's the gist, I think. They mess with privileged bands, they tinker with the memory stores of huge numbers of particles within atoms, all at once, and they create anti em. I've got the momerath...”
”How long would it take me to absorb it?”
She pursed her lips. ”You, maybe three tendays.”
”I don't have time, Jennifer. But I'd like to have the record anyway...” Her theory seemed less than important to him now. ”Sounds impossible, though.”
Jennifer grinned. ”It does, doesn't it? That's what's so neat. Given certain a.s.sumptions, and running them through the momerath, the impossibilities go away. go away. It becomes a coherent system, and it has huge implications, most of which I haven't worked out. Like, what sort of coordinate system would a particle use? Relative, absolute? Cartesian? How many axes? I'm not really serious about it being Cartesian-it couldn't be-and remember, the coordinates or whatever you want to call them have to be It becomes a coherent system, and it has huge implications, most of which I haven't worked out. Like, what sort of coordinate system would a particle use? Relative, absolute? Cartesian? How many axes? I'm not really serious about it being Cartesian-it couldn't be-and remember, the coordinates or whatever you want to call them have to be self-sensing. self-sensing. The particle has to be what it knows it is, and to be The particle has to be what it knows it is, and to be where where it knows it is. Unless we start calling in observer-induced phenomena, which I do in my momerath...though that isn't finished, yet.” it knows it is. Unless we start calling in observer-induced phenomena, which I do in my momerath...though that isn't finished, yet.”
”How much information does a particle have to carry?” Martin asked.
”To differentiate itself from every other particle-a unique particle signature-and to know its state, its position, its motion, and so on...about two hundred bits.”
Martin looked to one side for a moment, frowning, getting interested despite his weariness. ”If the universe is a computer, what's the hardware like?”
”The momerath explicitly forbids positing a matrix for this system. None can be described. None can be described. Only the rules exist, and the interactions.” Only the rules exist, and the interactions.”
”There's no programmer?”
”The momerath says nothing about that. Just, no hardware, no explicitly real matrix. The matrix is, is, but is not separate from what takes place. You but is not separate from what takes place. You are are interested, aren't you?” interested, aren't you?”
He was, but there seemed so little time to think even the thoughts he needed to think, and make the necessary plans. ”I'll look the work over when I can. You know I'm bogged.”
”Yes, but this could be important. If we see something that fits, something around Wormwood maybe, something high tech that doesn't make sense unless I'm right, then we can apply whole new ideas.”
”Obviously,” Martin said. ”Thanks.”
Jennifer smiled brightly, then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. ”You're sweet, but I thought you'd ask about something...”
”What?”
”About the noach-how we communicate with nearby craft and the remotes.”
”Along the privileged bands?”
She shook her head. ”Not exactly. There wouldn't be any distance limitations if the moms used the privileged bands to chat. Remember, we can't chat beyond ten billion kilometers.”
”All right, how, then?”
”By setting up a resonance. You could change the bit or bits that distinguish one particle from another. The particles seem to resonate, to be somewhere else for a very short time. Signals could be sent that way. But there's a limit how far. I don't know why, yet, but I'm working on it.”
”Let me know what you come up with,” Martin said.
”Can I talk about it with the others? Get others to work on it?”
”If they have time,” Martin said.
She smiled again, bowed ceremonially in mid-air like a diver, and laddered through the door.
There was little time for anything but work, drill, sleep. Theresa slept with him, but they were too tired to make love more than once before sleep, down from their coasting average of two or three times per day.
Martin curled up against her in the warm darkness of his quarters, in the net. His limp p.e.n.i.s nested between her thighs, just below her b.u.t.tocks, slight stickiness adhering his prepuce to her skin. His hand on her hip, finger caressing lightly; she was already asleep, breathing shallow and even. Her hair in disarray tickled his nose. He moved his head back a few centimeters, opened his eyes, saw a dim memory of the momerath that had absorbed him in most of his time outside drilling and attending to the active teams. The personal momerath; what all the children were doing now, trying to think their way through to an individual judgment, to the most important decision of their lives.
There was much more than just a.n.a.lyzing the data Hakim provided. There was the intuition beyond rational thought; the unknown process of personal conviction, of human faculties at work, that made their judgments different from what the moms might have decided by themselves.