Quantum Theory For Dummies Novels & Stories

“Please open your books to chapter 1.” The students did as they where told. The first page in the chapter showed a 3d hologram of a hydrogen atom under a quantum microscope. It slowly rotated over the opened book. Detailed information about the element and its uses were written on the page. “Wow, how did they do this without magic?!” asked Dorin who rotated the book upon his desk.

According to these researchers, this could explain the mysterious complexity of human consciousness. At the beginning of the twentieth century, experts in quantum physics revealed that everything is energy, and that the material world is, in one way or another, an illusion. Everything vibrates and everything moves with a unique frequency. This means that a chair or a candle are just forms of energy. Your body is just energy. And a thought or an emotion is also energy.

Stared at my notebook with the focus of a man who had never been more interested in a blank page in his entire life. My face was on fire. I could feel it. I clicked my pen four times. Wrote the date at the top of the page. Underlined it. Underlined it again. "Quantum probability," I said. My voice was almost normal. Almost. "There's a theory that in a sufficiently complex system every possible outcome exists simultaneously until observation forces it into a single reality." I clicked my pen. "Which means every choice creates a parallel version of events running alongside this one. Right now. Continuously."

I wonder whether Gregory does it. The guy’s quite intense. One does not come to realise it, but after a while having spent time in his company, you come to realise it. He knows about a bunch of things that the rest of the guys here have absolutely no clue about. At times the realisation kicks in, only after you have spent some time with him. Things like quantum theory and the impact it has on quantum computers. How computers work with the binary figures of zero and one, but how those very figures of zero and one in quantum computers simultaneously can represent the same state. Qubits he calls it. Argh, whatever man. He will turn the computer world upside down apparently.

Alyssa said with her eyes lightened up. "Yeah, a little," Octavia just shrugged modestly. "What is quantum physics, Einstein?" Cammie asked, her face was as blank as mine. "It's a physics theory that has opened up the secret of a physical world that we live in," she explained. "Through quantum physics, we know how everything in the universe works. The E=mc2..." "Speak English, Alyssa," Cammie and I said at the same time.

"Aria, look at this." The page contains a visual representation of quantum mechanical principles that would challenge graduate students. Embedded in crayon drawings of unicorns and castles. "How long has she been drawing like this?" Agent Rodriguez asks. "I don't know. I thought she was just being creative." Marcus flips through more pages of the coloring book. Each one contains increasingly complex mathematical concepts disguised as children's artwork. Probability matrices. Quantum field equations. Theoretical physics principles that shouldn't be comprehensible to a four-year-old.

These days, maintaining physical coherence was like trying to hold a yoga pose while juggling – possible, but requiring constant attention. "Mom!" Violet called from the porch where she was helping some of the void beings practice human activities. "Can you tell Shimmer that homework doesn't actually need to contain all possible correct answers simultaneously?" I sighed. "One answer at a time!" I called back. "We talked about this – quantum mathematics is for advanced classes only!" The void being in question rippled apologetically, their worksheet settling back into normal third-grade math. Mostly normal, anyway. I made a mental note to check that the answers weren't in base-infinity again.

The Queen asked before she opened the door. "Yes, of course." Jane held a heavy magic book to her chest, standing right besides the Queen. "Stupid girl." The Queen shook her head and turned to look at Jane, "Do you know of the term 'Shrodinger's cat'?" "No..." Jane said hesitately with a thinking look on her face. She wasn't in school for long.