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Professor Quillibrace
Mr Blottisham
Miss Elowen Stray
Blottisham:
At last! Entanglement.
Quillibrace:
I had hoped you might say that with less enthusiasm.
Blottisham:
This is the good part. The spooky part. Invisible threads across the cosmos!
Quillibrace:
Ah yes. The cosmic haberdashery.
Elowen Stray:
Entanglement does sound different, though. Not just misunderstanding, but real connection.
Blottisham:
Exactly! Two particles, one fate. Measure one—zap!—the other knows.
Quillibrace:
Particles are very bad at knowing things.
Blottisham:
Don’t quibble. The correlations persist no matter the distance.
Quillibrace:
Indeed. And that fact has survived far worse metaphors than yours.
Blottisham:
So you admit the connection is real.
Quillibrace:
The correlations are real.
Blottisham:
You slipped.
Quillibrace:
I was careful where you were careless.
Elowen Stray:
What’s the difference?
Quillibrace:
A connection suggests something travelling. A correlation suggests a shared condition.
Blottisham:
Shared how?
Quillibrace:
By being one system before being many.
Blottisham:
There it is—the mysticism.
Quillibrace:
No. The bookkeeping.
Blottisham:
You’re telling me two particles that fly apart are somehow still one thing?
Quillibrace:
I’m telling you they were never two independent things.
Elowen Stray:
So the mistake is assuming separateness too early?
Quillibrace:
Precisely.
Blottisham:
But they are separate in space.
Quillibrace:
Space is not the criterion you want it to be.
Blottisham:
Everything is somewhere!
Quillibrace:
Everything instantiated is somewhere. You keep forgetting that word.
Elowen Stray:
So before measurement, the system hasn’t split?
Quillibrace:
The description has not been cut into parts.
Blottisham:
And measurement does the cutting.
Quillibrace:
Yes. Not revelation—partition.
Blottisham:
Then why do the outcomes match?
Quillibrace:
Because the cut preserves the structure it cuts.
Blottisham:
That sounds suspiciously convenient.
Quillibrace:
It would be suspicious if it failed.
Elowen Stray:
So nothing is sent from one particle to the other?
Quillibrace:
Nothing is sent. Nothing needs to travel.
Blottisham:
Then Einstein was worried for nothing?
Quillibrace:
Einstein was worried about locality being asked to do a job it never agreed to do.
Blottisham:
Spooky action at a distance!
Quillibrace:
Spooky insistence on distance.
Blottisham:
If there’s no signal, no thread, no message—what is entanglement?
Quillibrace:
Entanglement is the refusal of a system to decompose cleanly into independent descriptions.
Blottisham:
That’s disappointingly abstract.
Quillibrace:
Reality often is, until metaphors arrive to entertain you.
Elowen Stray:
So the mystery isn’t faster-than-light influence…
Quillibrace:
…it’s our addiction to thinking in terms of influence at all.
Blottisham:
Then why can’t I assign properties to each particle individually?
Quillibrace:
Because the theory does not license that move.
Blottisham:
But surely they have properties!
Quillibrace:
They have properties only as outcomes of a cut that produces individuals.
Elowen Stray:
So individuation happens with measurement?
Quillibrace:
Yes. Not before it.
Blottisham:
You’re saying separateness is an achievement, not a given.
Quillibrace:
Now you’re listening.
Blottisham:
I don’t like it.
Quillibrace:
Understanding rarely consults preference.
Blottisham:
So entanglement isn’t a bond between things…
Quillibrace:
…it’s a reminder that the things were never the starting point.
Elowen Stray:
That feels… strangely elegant.
Blottisham:
It feels like the rug being pulled out.
Quillibrace:
Only because you insisted on standing on it.
(A pause.)
Blottisham:
Let me see if I have this. Entanglement doesn’t mean particles communicate.
Quillibrace:
Correct.
Blottisham:
It means we tried to describe one system as two too soon.
Quillibrace:
Precisely.
Blottisham:
And the universe refused to play along.
Quillibrace:
As it often does.
Elowen Stray:
So the trouble with entanglement…
Quillibrace:
…is that we mistook relation for linkage.
Blottisham:
And blamed physics for our impatience.
Quillibrace:
A long-standing tradition.
(Silence.)
Blottisham:
Very well. I will put away my threads.
Quillibrace:
Do keep the scissors, though. You’ll need them.
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