If you are now reading this message upon your computer screen (?) than it means that lord Ironwood's crazy idea of a metachronoic communications system did work after all. How lucky I must be, than, as the owner of one of the first civilian models.
I assume that must be one of the advantages that come with being eldest son to the marquis of New York.
I would like to introduce myself now, but a hunch has it for me that that might be neither wisest not even the most polite thing to do at this point. After all, how would I ever be able to know who you are, or where you came from?
To make contact with a computer in another world is so much more complex in practice than in theory!
How would I be able to know, for example, how much you were confused by my first paragraphs? Perhaps there is no land such as "New York" in your world. Perhaps it is not ruled by a marquis. Who knows? Perhaps there was never even a glorious British empire to begin with. It all could have been so much easier if only I had the subquantum address of some world we know of, but, alas, metachronoic technology in ours is not yet advanced enough for even the most rudimentary such mapping of the metaverse (How advanced is it in your own world?).
We can make electronic contact, but the transportation of anything larger than an atom is yet impossible, as far as I know. Perhaps you have noticed a few errant such particles as hydrogen or helium in your world? We might have been at fault.)
Ironwood claims that, for now, the system's range is limited to "13MC". I am not an expert on the matter, of course, but it has been explained to me that it means that we can only make contact with worlds fairly similar to our own. The laws of physics must be the same. Earth must exist in some form, as well as humanity. History should be fairly similar. Yet, there are so many possibilities! Perhaps it is really possible to read minds in your own world? Perhaps it is ruled by the Aztecs, or by humans who have evolved from lizards? Perhaps the American revolution succeeded? But the very fact that you are now reading those words means that, at the very least, in some form, computers and the internet were invented! A good sign, is it not?
So let us now begin from the beginning, stranger(s?) from another world.
My name is William Paulet. I am a male of 29 years, and was born in 1983 after Christ (was there one in your world?), making the current date in ours April 20th of the year 2011, Arawnsday.
I am, as I have already mentioned, a "human", a kind of highly intelligent, hairless primate, somewhat like a chimp. I add this piece of information with some worry that it might mislead you, since, I assume, chimps may not look at all similar in your world to our chimps. They may not even exist. How hard it is to explain such things to a stranger of which nothing is known to you!
I live in the continent of North America, in the region of New York, a part of the British empire. I look outside of the palace windows, and right now I am seeing gray clouds, green fields, and, in the distance, the closest town of peasant folks. Few are outside on such a day, due to the unpleasant weather. Luckily for me, I am wearing a warm and comfortable outfit of silk and fur, with silver buttons, adorned with the symbols of our great house. I have returned from a meeting of utmost importance just a few hours ago, in which we lords have discussed in great length strategy and tactics for the following year in the ongoing war with Moghul empire of India. They are a fearsome enemy indeed.
Seven years ago, a scientist of the Imperial Society of High Physics has devised a truly wondrous mechanism, the first metchronoic transponder, a room sized electronical monstrosity that could, supposedly, transfer information to another world through the medium of the internet by creating "random" electrical impulses in the other world. Who would have believed that one day the net would be so important?
I am sitting alone in this room, writing this letter of sorts and wondering who might, if ever, receive it. I shall now, in the push of a button, launch it into the non-space between dimensions, in hopes that somewhere on the internet in an alternate reality, it would appear to some other.
Such as yourself.
I wonder how many people might end up reading my message. What kind of people? So many, many question most troubling.
Who ever you are, please respond to this message if you receive it. If all goes according to plan, I should be able to see your response before long (How terrible it would be if we discovered that the messages, for example, take a million years to arrive in the other world? I would be long dead before you read this...). Tell me of your world and of your people!
Such a glorious scientific and cultural breakthrough at my fingertips. Such excitement!
Somewhere in the metaverse,
William Paulet, soon to be Marquis of the place called New York
I assume that must be one of the advantages that come with being eldest son to the marquis of New York.
I would like to introduce myself now, but a hunch has it for me that that might be neither wisest not even the most polite thing to do at this point. After all, how would I ever be able to know who you are, or where you came from?
To make contact with a computer in another world is so much more complex in practice than in theory!
How would I be able to know, for example, how much you were confused by my first paragraphs? Perhaps there is no land such as "New York" in your world. Perhaps it is not ruled by a marquis. Who knows? Perhaps there was never even a glorious British empire to begin with. It all could have been so much easier if only I had the subquantum address of some world we know of, but, alas, metachronoic technology in ours is not yet advanced enough for even the most rudimentary such mapping of the metaverse (How advanced is it in your own world?).
We can make electronic contact, but the transportation of anything larger than an atom is yet impossible, as far as I know. Perhaps you have noticed a few errant such particles as hydrogen or helium in your world? We might have been at fault.)
Ironwood claims that, for now, the system's range is limited to "13MC". I am not an expert on the matter, of course, but it has been explained to me that it means that we can only make contact with worlds fairly similar to our own. The laws of physics must be the same. Earth must exist in some form, as well as humanity. History should be fairly similar. Yet, there are so many possibilities! Perhaps it is really possible to read minds in your own world? Perhaps it is ruled by the Aztecs, or by humans who have evolved from lizards? Perhaps the American revolution succeeded? But the very fact that you are now reading those words means that, at the very least, in some form, computers and the internet were invented! A good sign, is it not?
So let us now begin from the beginning, stranger(s?) from another world.
My name is William Paulet. I am a male of 29 years, and was born in 1983 after Christ (was there one in your world?), making the current date in ours April 20th of the year 2011, Arawnsday.
I am, as I have already mentioned, a "human", a kind of highly intelligent, hairless primate, somewhat like a chimp. I add this piece of information with some worry that it might mislead you, since, I assume, chimps may not look at all similar in your world to our chimps. They may not even exist. How hard it is to explain such things to a stranger of which nothing is known to you!
I live in the continent of North America, in the region of New York, a part of the British empire. I look outside of the palace windows, and right now I am seeing gray clouds, green fields, and, in the distance, the closest town of peasant folks. Few are outside on such a day, due to the unpleasant weather. Luckily for me, I am wearing a warm and comfortable outfit of silk and fur, with silver buttons, adorned with the symbols of our great house. I have returned from a meeting of utmost importance just a few hours ago, in which we lords have discussed in great length strategy and tactics for the following year in the ongoing war with Moghul empire of India. They are a fearsome enemy indeed.
Seven years ago, a scientist of the Imperial Society of High Physics has devised a truly wondrous mechanism, the first metchronoic transponder, a room sized electronical monstrosity that could, supposedly, transfer information to another world through the medium of the internet by creating "random" electrical impulses in the other world. Who would have believed that one day the net would be so important?
I am sitting alone in this room, writing this letter of sorts and wondering who might, if ever, receive it. I shall now, in the push of a button, launch it into the non-space between dimensions, in hopes that somewhere on the internet in an alternate reality, it would appear to some other.
Such as yourself.
I wonder how many people might end up reading my message. What kind of people? So many, many question most troubling.
Who ever you are, please respond to this message if you receive it. If all goes according to plan, I should be able to see your response before long (How terrible it would be if we discovered that the messages, for example, take a million years to arrive in the other world? I would be long dead before you read this...). Tell me of your world and of your people!
Such a glorious scientific and cultural breakthrough at my fingertips. Such excitement!
Somewhere in the metaverse,
William Paulet, soon to be Marquis of the place called New York
