"Jerry Davis - Albert's Doorway" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry) "Okay."
"I was listening to the background radiation of the universe night before last, and it struck me. It sounded an awful lot like a modem carrier wave. Silly me, I went and piped the antenna into my modem. Well, nothing happened of course. The hertz cycle was way off. So then I got out this old 4800 baud piece of junk my dad got from the phone company and I tinkered with it, adjusting here and there, and guess what happened." "What?" "I connected." "With what?" "The background radiation of the universe. Or at least what everybody thought was the background radiation of the universe. file:///G|/rah/Jerry%20Davis%20-%20Albert's%20Doorway.txt (1 of 7) [2/13/2004 11:47:41 PM] file:///G|/rah/Jerry%20Davis%20-%20Albert's%20Doorway.txt It's not, it is a carrier wave. I connected with it. I went on-line." "On-line with what?" "The universe. Reality itself." He tapped a few times on the keyboard on his old computer. "I can move things around, change their properties, you name it." He tapped some more. The money I had stuffed in my pocket was suddenly on the desk. He tapped some money bulging in every pocket I had. "You see," he said, "reality is apparently nothing more complicated than a gigantic computer simulation. What we think of as the cosmos is a simulation running on some sort of cosmic mainframe computer. That's why when these guys in Scientific American look at the building blocks of reality they find nothing at all. Matter is made up of particles that are made of nothing. Why? Because it's all just information. They're looking at the building blocks of a program." "You're telling me that we're nothing but simulations running on a cosmic computer somewhere?" "Basically, yes. That's what I believe." "So, who's running the computer?" "God, I guess." "God is the Cosmic Sysop?" "Yeah, I suppose so." "Don't you think the Cosmic Sysop is going to be upset to find you've been playing around with His programming?" "He hasn't minded so far." "Maybe because He hasn't noticed yet. If I were you, I'd keep it small and simple." I looked outside. "That's your car outside?" "Yeah, want one?" It was tempting. "No thanks. You can put a pile of cash under my bed at home, but other than that, I don't think I want to be part of this." |
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