Sunday, 25 January 2015

Schrödinger's Ship

[I deleted this by accident. Sorry]
Schrödinger's Cat is the famous thought experiment created by Erwin Schrödinger to debunk a theory related to quantum theory, or quantum mechanics, or quantum something-or-other (I'm only studying physics at GCSE level, so much of my knowledge of the theory comes from Wikipedia, a YouTube video my boring teacher showed us once, a debate thread on IGGY.net, and flicking through science books in Waterstone's, so my knowledge of what it actually is is a little on the sketchy side) to debunk the Copenhagen Interpretation of a concept called 'superposition' - a state in which a radioactive atom is both decayed and not-decayed in the same instant. If you think this sounds ridiculous, you and Schrödinger would probably be best buddies. He'd think I was a nutcase, making him the latest in a very long line.

Because he agreed that this theory was stupid, he devised the following experiment: a live cat is placed in a box with a hammer, a vial of toxic nastiness (possibly cyanide in some form) and a single atom for a set period of time. If this atom decayed within the time limit, the vial would be smashed and the cat would die. If the atom did not decay, the cat would live (yay!). Either one of these scenarios wouldn't go down well with the animal welfare people, which perhaps explains why he didn't try it.

The Copenhagen Interpretation posits that, since until the box is opened we cannot tell which state the cat is in, and therefore it could, theoretically, be both alive and dead (bringing to mind an episode of M*A*S*H during which Henry Blake decides that the father of a local woman's child, based on her somewhat unhelpful description, is 'Pierce and/or McIntyre’ - more on this in a moment), but that the act of observing the cat (or, as the case may be, ex-cat) would force it to become alive or dead, as opposed to both. Schrödinger's thought experiment appears to disprove the theory - the cat being alive and dead is, quite frankly, bizarre. It's not worth thinking about. Forget it. Go Schrödinger. You've saved us all from a lifetime of stupidity.

But wait! How can we prove the cat is not in a superposition? We cannot, unless we make some form of measurement, thereby destroying the fragile balance of life and death! Schrödinger's Cat may, in fact, raise more questions about the nature of reality than it solves. Sorry, Schrödy. So, referring back to Henry's biologically impossible scenario of earlier, the cat is alive and/or dead. And this is where it gets interesting.

You see, if the life of a cat cannot be determined clearly, what else can we apply superposition to? My immediate answer to this was, of course, fandom. Or, more precisely, shipping. (Shipping, for those of you who don't know,is the act of pairing two characters -or, occasionally, real people- together. Like, together-together.) And I just so happen to be both an out-and-proud M*A*S*H fan (my dad got me into it) and die-hard shipper of Hawpper (aka HT, TH or, canonically, PierceIntyre) - that is to say, I think Hawkeye Pierce and Trapper John McIntyre (now you know who I was talking about earlier!) were a couple.

It doesn't matter to me that M*A*S*H was set in the 50s and they didn't really have gay rights back then. It doesn't matter to me that Trapper was married with two kids (now I sound like a total bitch, don't I?) It doesn't matter to me that he left without saying goodbye. None of this matters, because love conquers all. Yes, I know the show ended about 16 years before I was born, and no, I don't care. Some people, according to The Fault in Our Stars, just have, y'know, really faulty stars.

But what does all this have to do with Schrödy's poor, unfortunate zombie cat? Well, think back. The show never explicitly stated that Hawk and Trap were sleeping together/dating/pining over each other/whatevz (there are many different interpretations in the wonderful world of fanfiction) - but there were a hell of a lot of hints. And, although Trapper left without a word, he did give Radar a kiss to pass on to - you guessed it - Hawkeye. In spite of this, we never observed a relationship per se, yet logic tells us that there was none, so that is what most people believe. After all, between stitching up wounded and trying to get off with every nurse in camp, there was simply no time left over for each other, right? Then there's the whole homophobic-country thing, and the fact that Trap was married with two kids (I do feel a little bad about this; I'm not that heartless). Just as the odds are that the cat was dead (even if the atom didn't decay, the cat could have somehow smashed the vial itself whilst trying to escape the box - Schrödinger didn't think this through enough), it's likely that Hawk and Trap's friendship was just that. But, with probability, there's always a chance your prediction is inaccurate. The cat could still be alive. Hawpper could have been canon all along. In light of the hints I mentioned, it would fit pretty well.

If we never saw concrete evidence either way (by concrete, I mean one of them having a committed relationship that didn't involve adultery, or an outright proclamation of non-slashness), we cannot say conclusively that they weren't together. This logic applies to the vast majority of ships in any fandom, to be honest. Who says we shippers got it wrong? Who says our ships are sunk? Who says we have to listen to what canon tells us? I offer up my genuine thanks to Catman, for providing us with this proof that we cannot be disproved. I hereby dub this new variant of the theory the Seoul Interpretation. Or the Crabapple Cove Interpretation, whichever works for you.

Schrödinger would be turning in his grave.

And, with regards to the 'Pierce and/or McIntyre' conjecture (note: I may be misusing the word 'conjecture' here), I offer my insight. There's only one was that baby could belong to both of them (in case you're wondering, it bore no relation to either), and it doesn't involve her whatsoever...and it's biologically impossible under these circumstances. So there you have it.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

An Interloper's Guide To Night Vale, #1

Picture the scene.
The location: somewhere in the American Southwest.
It is almost nighttime. You are tired, but you're still far from your destination and it's miles to the nearest motel. You can't sleep in the car; you've tried.
You decide to keep driving. If you go fast, you could potentially make it to civilisation before you fall asleep at the wheel.
Your eyelids begin to droop.
Staying awake is a constant effort.
You hear a voice on the radio (and you could have sworn you hadn't even had it on). There is something mildly sinister about it - and yet you are somehow comforted. You no longer feel so alone out there in the desert.
You take your eyes off the road a moment, then, correcting yourself, regain your focus.
You find yourself driving past a sign that had been nowhere in sight a moment ago. You read it aloud, and, by sheer coincidence -or possibly Fate - the voice on the radio is saying the same words.
"Welcome to Night Vale."
If this sounds like you or someone you know, then you (or they) are going to need a guide.
In this series, I shall be explaining everything you will need to know in order to survive.
 
First things first: Dangers and Miscellaneous Threats
Please don't be afraid. I know it's an ominous thing to start a guidebook with, but it's only right you should be warned. After all, it's an everyday part of Night Valean life.
 
1) A Vague, Yet Menacing Government Agency has a notable presence in Night Vale. We do not know who they are. We do not know what they do. (Well, Steve Carlsberg thinks he knows, but no-one really listens to him. NO ONE LIKES YOU, STEVE!) But we are afraid.
 
2) No-one knows the intents of the hooded figures in the dog park. Nor do we know what lies behind the electrified fence and smooth obsidian walls. All we know is this: dogs are not allowed in the dog park. People are not allowed in the dog park. The dog park will not harm you. However, I am not so sure the hooded figures will be so merciful.
 
3) I'm also not certain that the Glow Cloud will harm you. However, it does have an unpleasant habit of raining dead animals, and I'm pretty sure it wants to seize control of our little burgh. With regular offerings and hymns of praise, however, it's completely harmless! Mostly. ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY GLOW CLOUD!
 
4) Should you stop by the radio station here in Night Vale, I recommend steering clear of Station Management. You'll recognise their office door as you pass it; it's the stone slab with a feeling of despair and torment emanating from behind it. No-one really knows what kind of a thing Station Management is. (You may have gathered that we Night Valeans don't know a lot about the terrors that plague us, only that they exist) All we know is that it is a strange and terrible thing. Don't get too close should it choose to emerge, lest you be killed, eaten or corporeally absorbed.
 
5) If you are a celiac, or are otherwise intolerant to gluten or wheat, then Night Vale might just prove to be a haven for you. We have many things, but wheat and wheat byproducts aren't among them. That's because they have an unfortunate tendency to turn into snakes and/or evil spirits. If you brought this abomination or its byproducts within the city limits, you should probably burn them, just to be on the safe side. If nothing else, it will spare you a visit from the Sheriff's Secret Police and a session of reeducation.
 
6) Every Night Valean citizen knows how to interpret the helicopters above them. You, on the other hand, probably can't. If it's black, it's World Government. Get back inside. If it's blue, relax. It's the Sheriff's Secret Police. You're probably fine. If it's yellow with murals of birds of prey, then it is StrexCorp - but that's okay. Since the...definitely not angels...took it over it's not been a threat at all.
 
7) Of course, there is a danger from Night Valeans themselves. As a general rule, natives here don't like outsiders much. Not even me when I got here. There are, however, two ways to earn our trust. One is to make a positive impact on someone with status (random SSP officers will not suffice. I'm talking Voice of Night Vale or higher) so citizens will have no choice but to love you. No, seriously, they will have no choice. You don't wanna know what they do to dissenters. The other way is to survive long enough to show them you're indestructible and worthy of respect. Or, like our community's favourite outsider, Carlos the Scientist, you could do both. It's hard, but doable. Ish.
I hope you will find this helpful.
 
Next time: we take a look at interesting locations that you can visit and/or run screaming from.