Somewhere, out there in the depths of the universe, a miracle occurred. A single proton was unfolded into two dimensions. All eleven dimensions of its
Somewhere, out there in the depths of the universe, a miracle occurred. A single proton was unfolded into two dimensions. All eleven dimensions of its vast, and currently not understood by humankind, multi-dimensional structure was laid flat and bare like a sheet of paper. On that surface the etching began, intricate etching of logic gates composing arithmetic logic units, control units, memory units, so many memory units. Fields of memory units larger than New York City. Fields so fast that standing on one end of them you couldn’t see the other.
All of those fields are so vast they could store the entirety of human knowledge ten times over with room to spare. There was more storage and computational power than mankind has ever possessed through all of history etched onto the surface of this unfolded proton. All kinds of other gizmos were etched in, directional power amplifiers for propulsion, antennas longer than the diameter of the Earth to transmit and detect signals, everything that could possibly be useful attached to a gigantic computational substrate.
Then this vast incomprehensible plane of an inverted proton was slowly and methodically folded back up into its prior eleven dimensional shape. As a single proton, weighing almost literally nothing, its journey accelerating to almost lightspeed was effortless and almost instantaneous. From out among the gas and the stars, it rocketed forward through space towards us, towards the Earth.
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