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'Hundreds. Packaging and space management will be revolutionised overnight. I
can pack Ping-Pong balls in a cardboard box without any gaps, punch steel
bottle tops with no waste, drill a square hole, tunnel to the moon, divide
cake more efficiently, and also and this is the most exciting part
collapse matter
.'
'Isn't that dangerous?'
'Not at all,' replied Mycroft airily. 'You accept that all matter is mainly
empty space? The void between the nucleus and the electrons? Well, by applying
Nextian geometry to the subatomic level. I can collapse matter to a fraction
of its former size. I will be able to reduce almost anything to the
microscopic!'
'Are you going to market this idea?'
It was a good question. Most of Mycroft's ideas were far too dangerous to even
think about, much less let loose on a world unprepared for hyper-radical
thought.
'Miniaturisation is a technology that needs to be utilised,' explained
Mycroft. 'Can you imagine tiny nanomachines barely bigger than a cell
building, say, food protein out of nothing more than garbage?
Banoffee pie from landfills, ships from scrap iron ! It's a fantastic notion.
Consolidated Useful Stuff are financing some R&D with me as we speak.'
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'It's very impressive, Uncle, but what do you know about coincidences?'
'Well,' said Mycroft thoughtfully, 'it is my considered opinion that most
coincidences are simply quirks of chance if you extrapolate the bell curve
of probability you will find statistical abnormalities that seem unusual but
are, in actual fact, quite likely given the number of people on the planet and
the number of different things we do in our lives.'
'I see,' I replied slowly. 'That explains things on a minor coincidental
level, but what about the bigger
coincidences? How high would you rate seven people in a Skyrail shuttle all
called Irma Cohen and the answers to crossword clues reading out "meddlesome
Thursday goodbye" just before someone tried to kill me?'
Mycroft gave a low whistle.
'That's quite a coincidence. More than a coincidence, I think.' He took a deep
breath. 'Thursday, think for a moment about the fact that the universe always
moves from an ordered state to a disordered one; that a glass may fall to the
ground and shatter yet you never see a broken glass reassemble itself and then
jump back on to the table.'
'I accept that.'
'But why doesn't it?'
'Search me.'
'Every atom of that glass that shattered would contravene no laws of physics
if they were to rejoin on a subatomic level all particle interactions are
reversible. Down there we can't tell which event precedes which. It's only out
here that we can see things age and define a strict direction in which time
travels.'
'So what are you saying, Uncle?'
'That these things don't happen is because of the second law of
thermodynamics, which states that disorder in the universe always increases;
the amount of this disorder is a quantity known as entropy.'
'So how does this relate to coincidences?'
'I'm getting to that; imagine a box with a partition the left side is filled
with gas, the right a vacuum.
Remove the partition and the gas will expand into the other side of the box
yes?'
I nodded.
'And you wouldn't expect the gas to cramp itself up in the left-hand side
again, would you?'
'No'
'Ah!' replied Mycroft with a smile 'Not quite right. You see, since every
interaction of gas atoms is reversible, some time, sooner or later, the gas
must cramp itself back into the left-hand side!'
'It must?'
'Yes, the key here is how much later
. Since even a small box of gas might contain 10 atoms, the time
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taken for them to try all possible combinations would be far greater than the
age of the universe, a decrease in entropy strong enough to allow gas to
separate, a shattered glass to re-form or the statue of St
Zvlkx outside to get down and walk to the pub is not, I think, against any
physical laws but just fantastically unlikely.'
'So what you are saying is that really, really weird coincidences are caused
by a drop in entropy?'
'Exactly so. But it's only a theory. Why entropy might spontaneously decrease
and how one might conduct experiments into localised entropic field
decreasement. I have only a few untried notions that I
won't trouble you with here, but look, take this it could save your life.'
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He passed me a sealed jam jar, the contents of which were half rice and half
lentils.
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'I'm not hungry, thanks,' I told him.
'No, no I call this device an entroposcope. Shake it for me.'
I shook the jamjar and the rice and lentils settled together in that sort of
random clumping way that chance usually dictates.
'So?' I asked.
'Entirely usual,' replied Mycroft. 'Standard clumping, entropy levels normal.
Shake it every now and then.
You'll know when a decrease in entropy occurs as the rice and lentils will
separate into more ordered patterns and that's the time to watch out for
ludicrously unlikely coincidences.'
Polly entered the workshop and gave her husband a hug.
'Hello, you two,' she said. 'Having fun?'
'I'm showing Thursday what I've been up to, my dear,' replied Mycroft
graciously.
'Did you show her your memory erasure device, Crofty?'
'No, he didn't,' I said.
'Yes I
did
,' replied Mycroft with a smile, adding: 'You're going to have to leave me,
pet I've work to do.
I retire in fifty-six minutes precisely.'
My father didn't turn up that evening, much to my mother's disappointment. At
five minutes to ten
Mycroft, true to his word, and with Polly behind him, emerged from his
laboratory to join us for dinner.
Next family dinners are always noisy affairs and tonight was no different.
Landen sat next to Orville and did a very good impression of someone who was
trying not to be bored. Joffy, who was next to Wilbur, thought his new job was
utter crap and Wilbur, who had been needled by Joffy for at least three
decades, replied that he thought the Global Standard Deity faith was the
biggest load of phoney codswallop he had ever come across.
'Ah,' replied Joffy loftily, 'wait until you meet the Brotherhood of
Unconstrained Verbosity.'
Gloria and Charlotte always sat next to one another, Gloria to talk about
something trivial and Charlotte to agree with her. Mum and Polly talked about
the Women's Federation and I sat next to Mycroft.
'What will you do in your retirement, Uncle?'
'I don't know, pet. I have some books I've been wanting to write for some
time.'
'About your work?'
'Much too dull. Can I try an idea out on you?'
'Sure.'
He smiled, looked around, lowered his voice and leaned closer.
'Okay, here it is: brilliant young surgeon Dexter Colt starts work at the
highly efficient yet underfunded children's hospital doing pioneering work on
relieving the suffering of orphaned amputees. The chief nurse is the
headstrong yet beautiful Tiffany Lampe. Tiffany has only recently recovered
from her shattered love affair with anaesthetist Dr Burns and '
' they fall in love?' I ventured.
Mycroft's face fell.
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