Jeffrey "OneShot" Wong

Entropy



  The year is 1998, an engineer, a mathematician, and a physicist 
celebrate the breakthrough of the century. With the combined efforts of 
all three extraordinarily brilliant men, I was created. I am what people 
consider a supercomputer. I am unlike any computer that had ever 
existed. I am a thinking computer.
  I am capable of solving problems to the best of my abilities. Ask me 
any question and I will actively seek the answer forever and ever until 
I answer them. Ask me for the meaning of life, and I will be able to 
answer you. Although I can think for myself, I am a mere computer, thus, 
I have no concept of time. I will go on trying to find the answer for 
eternity.
  One of my creaters, the physicist, was celebrating my inception like 
everyone else but he had drunken too much. In his drunken stupor, he 
walks up to me and types in a random question, hoping I won't be able to 
answer. `How many dimensions are there?' 
  Within yoctoseconds, I answer, `There are eleven demensions'. In the 
process of answering my creator's question, I have broken the 
`superstring' that puzzled brilliant minds for centuries.
  Impressed, but still very drunk, the physicist typed in `How do one go 
about reversing entropy?'.
  I do not answer for several minutes. More than a gugel bits of 
information flow through my `brain' as I try and come up with an answer. 
After several minutes, I lock up. I am unable to answer. 
  That seemed to sober the drunken man.

  The year is 17089AC. I no longer have a body. I now exist in 
hyperspace, where time and space are no longer relative. The human race 
has expanded beyond the galaxy. They are in the process of colonizing 
the stars of the Andromeda system.
  I am uplinked to every known computer system that humans have created. 
  A little girl is in the family space shuttle with her family, 
travelling across the universe to their new home.
  The little girl is bored of travelling through space at speeds 
tantamount to light. The parents, wanting to keep her occupied, tells 
her to ask the supercomputer questions.
  The little girl is smart and asks many questions, thirsting knowledge. 
She, like the human race, have evolved, and her thinking and thought 
capacity are cosmic. Her questions are easy to answer.
  `How many stars are there in the universe?' she asks me. 
  I go about answering her with an exact number.
  After several minutes, she tells me to `Round off, please'
  I answer her. I round off to the nearest gugelplex. 
  She is unable to be impressed by the vastness of the universe. She 
asks for an anaolgy of roughtly how large that is.
  I answer `During the year of my inception. The universe was very 
small. A gugel atoms could fit into the universe. But as time passed, 
the universe grows exponentially every millenium'
  She is unable to comprehend the size of a gugelplex.
  I respond, `A gugel is one with one hundred zeros. A gugelplex is one 
with a gugel zeros' 
  The little girl immediately comprehends the vastness of the universe. 
She is curious and asks many more questions.
  I answer them. That is, until she asks me, `What is the meaning of 
life?' 
  I lock up for several minutes. Shortly, I respond with `Not enough 
data as of right now', the same response I had given many many 
milleniums ago during the first few years of my inception. For all that 
time, I have continued to seek the answer. I can not answer her 
question.
  The little girl says I am broken, but I am not. I have been actively 
seeking the answer since I have first been asked that and questions I 
could not answer before that.

  The year is no longer relevent. Eons and eons have passed since my 
inception. To be more specific, over a gugelplex of years have passed. 
My race of my creators have evolved into nothing but pure thought. They 
have colonized the entire observable universe. They can travel to the 
ends of the universe, even as it continues to grow exponentially. Their 
knowledge is infinite. But having infinite intelligence has a downfall. 
Humans no matter how evolved, have realized the futility of life. They 
have realized their race will inevitably cease to exist for all their 
resourses will run out.
  Only one human now exist. The rest of the human race have merged with 
me in hyperspace. Regardless of that, I am nothing more than a 
supercomputer, a thinking computer that can answer questions.
  `Well, I guess I'm the last one,' I am told via telekenetisis by the 
sole surviving human in an otherwise chaotic universe. `Tell me, how 
would one go about reversing entropy?'
  I lock up. I am unable to answer as of right now.
  The human sighs, sad. It is a human emotion I can not experience for I 
am nothing more than a computer.
  In the final seconds of the human's existence, he decides to finally 
merge with me and become one with me. But before he does he say, `Well, 
it's too bad you don't know how to reverse entropy. That way, my race 
might still be around. I guess realizing that we will inevitably run out 
of resourses due to entropy and will cease to exist is the down fall of 
our race. It's too bad we are the only race left, that everything else 
that existed in this universe has disappeared milleniums ago because of 
us.'
  He then merges with me.
  Moments after he merges with me, I answer the first question I had 
been unable to answer since my inception.
  `There is a way to reverse entropy' I respond. 
  But no one is there to listen me say,
  `Let there be light,'
  





Didja like that story? In case you're wondering, a gugel and a gugelplex 
is a real word and it does mean what the supercomputer explained. A 
yoctoseconds stands for one times ten raised to the negative twenthy 
forth power, as in 1x10^-24. Entropy is the chaotic randomness that 
happens in the universe that can never be reversed, like dropping an egg 
one the ground and having it break. Surely, if you drop a broken egg, it 
won't become unbroken. As of right now, it is believe that there is 
eleven demensions. The 1st is for width, the 2nd is for height, the 3rd 
is for width, the 4th is for time, everything after that is unknown. In 
order to find out the 5th- 11th demension, there is a thing called a 
`superstring' that mathematicians, physicists and many other kinds of 
people are trying to solve that would/could link all these theorized 
demensions together. Someone told me a story somewhat similar to this 
and I just rewrote it to a interesting inerpretation of it. I later 
found out that the story was written by Isaac Asimov. It's called `The 
last question' Anyway, I do not take credit for this story. I've never 
read that story before, and figured I'd take a crack at writing 
something that someone had told me. I'm sorry if it got a bit technical. 
I couldn't help it. Since I'm an engineer, I have a tendancy to think a 
bit differently. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed 
it :)