typing.
“rm JarShard*”
RC replied, JarShards were no more.
@rayKonfigure
JarShard
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JarShard34
Roisin did not hear the much louder screams of the work experience youth at Tesco as the broom he was using to clear up the mess glowed a little and was suddenly clean of any traces of glass, lids, labels or Marmite. All that was left was a gap on the stock shelf where Jar597 through to Jar600 had once been. To him, it was just a gap and a scary spooky mystery to tell at college next week. That was assuming he didn't get accused of stealing Marmite. He couldn't claim they broke in transit, there was no debris to show. He hated Marmite!
Roisin did some instinctive system clean up, returning this Zone to its default.
“Zone -r”
@rayKonfigure
Zone set Human <4.0,4.0,4.0> <1.0,1.0,1.0>
Everything was back to normal, except for the slightly acrid carbon smell wafting up the stairs. Roisin had burned her bagels. She leapt down the stairs to make sure the house was not alight. She binned the burned bagels, toasted some more. The coffee took a while as she had not started it before the great Marmite heist. Breakfast was definitely served. She was a little surprised the Marmite was not exactly how the old one had been. It was in the same place, except it seemed to be facing another direction. In future, assuming she carried on this sort of behaviour, she would have to ensure she copied the orientation of the object too and do a Transform with the Translate. This was like any virtual world environment, lots of things to trip you up and to get wrong once you start ‘magically’ moving things with code not with the physics engine. Still bagel, Marmite, Nom Nom!
Chapter 4 - No shards please
It had been an hour since her ‘great Marmite heist’. Several caffeine infusions had made their way past the bagel and pilfered Marmite into her now settled stomach. The caffeine rush was as noticeable as ever. A little sweat formed on her top lip as the buzz kicked in. Roisin realised in her zeal to meet the Marmite fixation she had taken way more risks, typed hastily and acted with even more reckless abandon than normal. This was not a game, the World was not a game. She did not know what this RC was, or why it was. She did have an inkling of a theory. It was not her theory, as such, but one that she had contemplated and grokked a little while ago. It helps to have spent many hours in Sci-Fi, in games and in the general culture of geekiness, to consider such things. She opened a browser window and typed into G. Oh! For the good old days when it was Google, not some street punk called G.
“Yo G!” She said in a gruff voice as she typed in ‘Multiverse Theories’. Then Roisin set to re-reading what she thought she had kind of understood. There were a lot of theories. They all had a similar base idea. The Universe is not a standalone thing. There are, somehow, multiple levels or copies of the Universe and everything in it. It had been a standard alternate Universe concept used in story telling for generations. Even religious ideas of Heaven and Hell or reincarnation seem to require the existence of another unseen but parallel place. Quantum Leap, Sliders and many an episode of Star Trek, have other dimensions and levels and travel between them. Which ever way she looked at it, there seemed to be no real proof of anything. That is quite a dilemma for all the research scientists. Each passionately believes their idea, they can write papers and draw conclusions, they can calculate things with Sheldon like mathematical powers. Yet no one had a practical example of a multiverse.
Roisin read the ideas over and over. She was left with the two main concepts. The first, that if space is infinite, then an infinite number of combinations, of an infinite number of things, will lead to an infinite number of outcomes. That would include complete copies of the Universe and everything in it, from identical copies to ones
Learning to Kill: Stories