On her last day in Museum City, Cass steered the
They veered from wall to wall, scrutinizing various living gadgets: lamps, air conditioners, fragrance dispensers, parasprite telephones, humor replenishers — Mariama’s name for the sacs full of endogenous vendeks that the Colonists imbibed to keep themselves in peak condition.
They probed the gadgets, and the toolkit did its best to infer the fine structure of the vendeks they contained. Tchicaya had no idea what Cass was hunting for. She had bidden farewell to the Colonists earlier, formally handing her diplomatic role on to Mariama. He didn’t know how well that notion translated, but Mariama had begun conversing with the xennobes for herself weeks before, and she seemed satisfied that her newcomer status would not be a handicap. Her own new ship had been prepared; she’d named it in honor of Tarek, in spite of the fact that he was still very much alive. But as she’d pointed out, there were only so many dead people.
"Not quite," Cass muttered. She pulled the ship away from something whose most polite anthropomorphic equivalent was probably a spittoon.
Mariama glanced at Tchicaya inquiringly.
He said, "Don’t ask me. We’ll know when we find it."
The tar pit had stabilized, and the toolkit’s models
suggested that the Planck worms would have drowned in its depths.
Other, grimmer scenarios could not be ruled out entirely, but as the
The worms would certainly have destroyed the interface across the border, but he and Cass would build their own, as close as possible to the old one; it shouldn’t be hard to catch the attention of the equipment on the Left Hand.
From there, they would transmit themselves to Pfaff. It was on the route to Earth, and Tchicaya would accompany her at least that much of the way.
Cass said, "Here it is."
Tchicaya looked up at the toolkit’s display, a schematic of a graph, drawn node by node and edge by edge, superimposed over the larger scape portraying their busy surroundings.
It took him a moment to spot what she meant. Between two vendeks that resembled ornate ironwork, there was a plain, narrow, highly symmetrical layer.
It was the Diamond Graph. The state from which the whole near-side universe was believed to have arisen. Stable here, in this tiny sliver, cushioned between the right two vendeks.
The seed for a universe, lying in the gutter.
Cass gestured at the scape and summoned the image closer, placing it before them on the observation deck.
"That’s what I went looking for," she said. "A glimpse of
"I think I’m ready to go home."
References
Quantum Graph Theory is fictitious, but the spin networks on which Sarumpaet’s work is based are part of a real theory, known as loop quantum gravity, discovered by Lee Smolin and Carlo Rovelli. There is a considerable literature on this subject; two comprehensive review papers are:
"An Introduction to Spin Foam Models of Quantum Gravity and
BF Theory" by John C. Baez, in
and
"The Future of Spin Networks" by Lee Smolin, in
I’m indebted to John Baez, who very kindly explained
several points to me directly, as well as posting numerous articles on
the news group
Decoherence is a real phenomenon, and it is widely accepted as playing a major role in the absence of detectable quantum effects in macroscopic objects. Its role in relation to the superselection rules that forbid superpositions of certain kinds of quantum states is more controversial. These ideas are discussed in: