One of the science fair judges told Vorian, “Your project is interesting. Tell us more.”
Vorian spoke with youthful exuberance. “In this project, I introduced a revolutionary new technology to a primitive world.”
“What world is this?”
“It’s called Earth, located in the Milky Way Galaxy. People of Earth were using an outdated paper currency for their everyday transactions. I designed a new digital currency for them.”
“How did you communicate with them?”
“I assumed a pseudonym and interacted with them through emails and discussion forums. They thought I was one of them.”
“What was your pseudonym?”
An elderly woman with impaired hearing started crossing a deserted road in the small town of West Wendover, Nevada.
The onboard computer on a self-driving car taking a sharp turn spotted the woman and sent a signal to slow down: Five seconds to impact. The car slowed down.
Then the computer sent another signal: Four seconds to impact. The car slowed down further.
Just then, the woman moved left and crossed the line dividing the Pacific Standard Time and Mountain Standard Time regions.
The confused computer recalculated its signal: One hour and three seconds to impact.
The car accelerated.
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God was enjoying his orange juice when I placed my model carefully on the table.
I bowed and said, “It’s a live model of the solar system I created in the lab. All we have to do is put this in space, and it will grow on its own to a much bigger size.”
God studied the model and said, “I am impressed.”
I noticed God spilling a tiny drop of his juice, which landed on a small planet in my model.
A billion years later, when I heard of the first life forming on Earth, I remembered that spill.
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It was the last day of the Mars Simulation Program.
Dr. Gibson and Dr. Whitson were in a Mars-like site on the Nevada desert for the previous 456 days. They pretended to be on Mars and did experiments, grew plants, communicated with us, and, of course, endured brutal isolation. We’re happy it was all coming to an end.
I sent an email congratulating them on completing the simulation program.
The reply from them shocked me:
“Simulation? Haha, that was one hell of a joke! Anyhow, we will blast off from Mars tomorrow as planned. See you all in six months. Bye!”
Inspired by the HI-SEAS simulation project:
God entered the conference room, greeted his team members, and began.
“I know it’s a difficult decision to make. Many of you were closely involved in the evolution of dinosaurs, and it breaks my heart to kill them all in one asteroid strike.” He paused, looked at the somber faces, and continued. “But the rules are clear. Any species that dominates a planet has to go.”
No one said anything. They knew his answer was final. One by one, they left the room.
God closed his eyes and thought: I hope I will never have to make this decision again.
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The lady from Google Maps proudly announced, “You have reached your destination.”
Brad stopped the car at the intersection of 4th and 15th Streets. Where he expected to see a Chipotle restaurant, there was a vacant lot, fenced on all sides.
Confused, he checked his phone. Google insisted that was where Chipotle was supposed to be found. Annoyed and hungry, he asked Google to find good pizza places nearby.
Not far from where Brad lost his way five years ago, a small bar was catering to the post-lunch crowd. …
Josh put down the paintbrush and proudly looked at the painting he has just finished creating. It was a picture of a girl holding a picture of herself endlessly. He has meticulously crammed seven versions of the girl — each one smaller than the previous one. He called the girl Leela.
It took him four months of painstaking hard work to create the seven Leelas. Finally, they are ready to make an appearance in the gallery.
The next morning, while carefully wrapping the painting to be shipped to the gallery, Josh noticed something odd.
He counted. There were only six Leelas.
Inspired by Mark Farrar’s Droste effect story:
As a lawyer, I love using the time machine. I can go back in time and visit places and people relevant to my case.
And the best part is I get to bill an insane number of hours. I can charge for all the years that I am going back!
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The president looked up as I entered his room and said, “So, I heard you have something important to discuss?”
I took a seat and began, “Sir, when our ancestors left Earth three million years ago in search of a better planet, several thousand who didn’t want to leave Earth stayed back. For the next million years, they regularly communicated with our ancestors. Then they gradually stopped.”
“We didn’t know what happened to them so we sent a rover to find out. The rover came back last week and these are the photos it took on Earth.”
The president leafed…
My phone beeped. It was an email from the president of the United States. I have an unusual job and I report directly to the president.
The email had an encrypted file and the usual two-word subject: Memory Erase. He wanted to erase the details of a past event from the memory of every human being and every digital media. He could do this ever since we connected every human’s brain to the supercomputer that runs the entire world.
I logged in to the supercomputer and uploaded the president’s file. I wondered what was the past event he wanted to…
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