“Whatcha doin?” Slate asked.
“Pondering Susskind’s holographic principle,” Granite replied.
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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Gobsmacked, Inc. and Ale Getty. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Quartz cocked an ear, or would have if she had ears. “The one that says all of the quantum information describing the mass-energy within a region of space would fit on an infinitely thin spherical membrane enclosing that region?”
“That’s the one,” Granite said. “Does it mean I’m really hollow and everything about me is on my outside?”
“You’re not even spherical,” River said, “but I almost am.”
“So if I’m not spherical,” Granite asked, “then I can’t be holographic?”
“You could be, I think,” Quartz said, “but a sphere that includes you would also include some not-you.”
“Like, some of me might really be him?” Slate asked, incredulous. “So much for geological consistency.”
“Does my sphere include the bubbles of not-me inside me?” Lava asked.
“That’s an interesting question,” Quartz said. “Would you even be lava if not for those bubbles? I think you’re like Swiss cheese. The bubbles are part of you.”
“Oh please,” Granite said. “Y’know what they call a sandwich with pastrami and only-the-bubbles-from Swiss cheese? A pastrami sandwich without cheese.”
“He’s got a point,” Slate agreed.
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