21 March 2015

Notes - cheerfully cynical / Grandma 9 posted / word reduction /

         You were up early, delivered the paper, had breakfast while reading and are ready for a nap. You also found a good BBC article on communication and popped it on your FB page. Drop it in here also. – Amorella

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19 March 2015

Will we ever… speak faster than light speed?
By Peter Ray Allison

Light travels so fast it can make the transatlantic journey between London and New York more than 50 times each second. With speed like that, you might wonder why there’s any interest at all in finding faster-than-light communication. But there is.

With the vast distances between objects in deep-space, even messages travelling at the speed of light take an appreciable time to arrive. The bad news is that it’s impossible to send communications any faster without breaking established laws of physics – but the good news is that some workarounds have been suggested, which hold the tantalising promise of allowing for faster-than-light, or “superluminal” communication.

So far, it has not really been necessary to develop superluminal communication to keep our conversations flowing. The furthest humans have travelled is to the Moon, approximately 384,400 kilometres away. For light to travel this distance, it will take 1.3 seconds. This is similar to the delay you may experience when calling someone on the other side of the world. Enough to lead to awkward pauses in conversation maybe, but nothing too bothersome.

Tyranny of distance

If we travelled further, though – say, to Mars – then we start to have problems. Mars is on average 225 million km away: about 12.5 minutes at light speed. Conversations between people on Mars and on Earth would be very stilted as a consequence. And the problems only get worse the further you travel. The Voyager spacecraft are already beyond the edges of our solar system, at 19.5 billion kilometres from Earth. Despite the distance, we can still receive messages from them; however each message takes 18 hours to arrive.

To communicate with Alpha Centauri, our closest star-system, located about 40 trillion kilometres away, it would take more than four years for each message to be delivered. Thus, conventional conversation is no longer feasible.

According to Einstein’s special theory of relativity, that’s the way things will stay. Nothing can go superluminal, reasoned Einstein, since the speed of light is a universal constant.

If a way around this limitation were to be discovered, it would “violate the laws of information theory and require some rethinking of basic physics”, according to Les Deutsch of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory at the California Institute of Technology, who has spent years designing deep space telecommunications systems for Nasa.

Today, almost all conventional communication in space is conducted using radio waves, which travel at the speed of light through the vacuum of space. Optical (Laser) communication technology is currently being introduced, but this is still in the development phase.

Warping wormholes

We may not be able to increase the speed of transmission; however we can increase the volume of information that is transmitted per second. “One of the things we are doing is moving the carrier frequency to higher in the spectrum, from 8GHz to 30GHz” says Deutsch.  The higher the frequency of the signal, the greater its bandwidth and the higher the volume of information you can transmit every second. Using data compression and error correction allow us to further decrease the size of information, increasing even further the amount of data that can be sent per second.

Perhaps in future we might find ways to make the speed of the messages seem quicker. “Relativity Theory allows for things like wormholes, which you can think of as warps in spacetime, where you could have short-cuts” says Deutsch. An easy way to think of a wormhole is to draw two dots on a sheet of paper. You could draw a straight line between the two, which would be the shortest distance between the points on flat paper.  However if the paper was folded, so the two dots were held close together, a pin could punch through from one to the other. In space, wormholes are unlikely to be positioned quite so conveniently, though: they might speed up some messages, but that communication still would not be instantaneous.

Other routes to superluminal communication have been considered. One involves quantum entanglement – a strange property, which means two particles can share properties, no matter how far apart they are.

“With quantum entanglement, where you have two entangled particles separated from each other, if you change one then you also change the state of the other,” says Ed Trollope, a spacecraft operations engineer for Telespazio VEGA Deutschland. “It is tempting to say we will have instantaneous communication by using entangled particles.”

Tangles and tachyons

But it’s not that simple. If you have a pair of entangled particles, one particle held on a spacecraft cruising through the outer reaches of the solar system, and its partner on Earth, then it’s true that a change in the state of the particle on the spaceship would immediately cause a change in the state of its partner on Earth. But, as Trollope explains, the person monitoring the particle on Earth will be unable to work out what the change means without an explanatory message from the spacecraft – and that message will be travelling no faster than the speed of light. In other words, quantum entanglement falls short of offering a route to superluminal communication.

There are also hypothetical particles, greatly favoured by Star Trek, known as tachyons. The theory of special relativity does not forbid their existence – and if they are real, they would always travel faster than the speed of light. Again, though, they do not provide a means of superluminal communication.

“These might be moving faster than the speed of light, but tachyons are not supposed to interact,” explains Trollope. This lack of interactivity means that tachyons are unusable for the purposes of communication, since we believe it is impossible for us to create or to detect them.

If superluminal communication were possible, it would have powerful implications for space missions. “Working on Rosetta [the European Space Agency’s mission that landed a probe on a comet last year], we had a 30 to 40- minute light-time, so this does affect the way you design and operate your mission,” says Trollope.  “If you have a satellite in Earth orbit, you can pretty much talk to it in real-time. When you have a 30-minute delay, it means that when you see a problem, that was 30 minutes ago. By the time you send a command, it will be 30 minutes before it happens, and it will be an hour before you see the results of that.”

For all their tantalising promise, tachyons and quantum entanglement are not plausible routes to superluminal communication. Wormholes – if they exist, and if signals can pass through them – may at least give the impression of communication at faster-than-light speed. But, as things stand, superluminal communication stretches the limits of scientific plausibility.

From - http://www.bbcDOTcom/future/story/20150318-will-we-ever-speak-across-galaxies

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         0844 hours. Whenever someone writes “tachyons and quantum entanglement are not plausible routes to superluminal communication,” I wonder, rather cynically, when it will be plausible (but without regret if it doesn’t).

         Awkward syntax. Post. - Amorella

         0855 hours. I am ever cheerfully cynical, Amorella.


        You are sitting to the northeast side of the roadway at the central crossroads at Rose Hill Cemetery while Carol is taking a short walk. The doctor told her no more walking in the park because of the up/down terrain and she has to walk on asphalt or concrete. The cemetery is not flat but not so bad as the park. You are sitting in the shade of a tall evergreen with the windows down and sunroof open; it is a little chilly with the southwest wind. It is supposed to warm up to sixty-five degrees with lightly cloudy Spring skies. Lots of American flags flutter in the landscape and you are not sure why. – Amorella

         1316 hours. Memorial Day is not until the end of May. In any case there is no problem telling which way the wind is blowing. I would assume it would be warmer being from the southwest, but alas, it is not.

         You are having a Subway picnic down at the park and canoe livery station along the Little Miami for the first time in a while. Carol is on chapter nine of Accused by Lisa Scottoline. – Amorella

         1420 hours. Carol just read the author’s brief background, which intimates among other things, that her third husband will be a dog. So, she has a sense of humor (or not). Time to work on Grandma 9. Very nice down here in the valley – little wind and actually it is warming up.

         You returned to the cemetery for another ten minutes or so walk for Carol and you completed Grandma Nine in seven hundred and sixty-five words. You wonder if it is complete enough but it will do for now. You debate too much, boy. This is a near final draft and as you should know by now a final draft is not final until it hits the publisher, and even then changes can and usually are made. - Amorella

         1522 hours. This is good. It was an easy segment – though I am not sure whom Moira is related to. Here comes Carol trodding her way up to the car.

         You stopped at Graeter’s for an afternoon treat before heading home. Carol is out working in the flower garden. Drop in Grandma Nine for safekeeping, then post. - Amorella

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Grandma’s Story 9 ©2015, rho, GMG.2 draft

            Lord Robert and Lady Margaret are sitting at the table with son Charles who is sixteen. They have had dinner and the servants are in the kitchen preparing dessert of summer fruits. The year is 1216.
            “Remember when you used to sit under this table,” smiles Margaret.
            “Yes, I had fun as a child; didn’t I Mother?”
            “You appeared to, but we were never sure. You would smile or even grin no matter what anyone said when you were little.”
            “Children should be seen and not heard. Is that not correct, Father?”
            “You are still that way, son,” replies Robert.
            “You have always taught me to question everything. Isn’t that right, Mother?”
            “I think what your father means, is that you have taken the rule too literally. You form questions when they are not needed. Sometimes what people want to hear are answers.”
            Charles looks directly at his mother, then he turned his head to his father, “How can I think of answers when I am busy asking questions?”
            Lord Robert touches his wife’s right hand, “What do you think of the Magna Carta, son?”
            Charles turns slightly to the right to face his mother, but glances down at the table, “I understand it is taken mostly from King Henry Beauclerc’s words taken from what he decreed the day he became king.”
            “I agree. Those were Beauclerc’s words,” comments Father.
            “I don’t think the Barons should have forced him to sign,” adds Charles. “The Bishops should have done that. I heard there were twenty-five Barons, and thirteen Bishops. Thirteen is an odd number of Bishops don’t you think?”
            “There was a sub-deacon of the Papal Household also present so that makes fourteen,” replies, Margaret.
            “Who told you the numbers?” asks Robert.
            “Walter, Bishop of Worcester,” replied Charles nonchalantly.
            “When did you see the Bishop?” asks Margaret.
            “At church.”
            “When were you at church?”
            “Yesterday.”
            Lord Robert asks, “Do you want to be a priest?”
            “The Church has too much power. It is corrupt.”
            “What about King John?” inquires Mother.
            “He gave in to the Barons. He is not a good king,”
            “What are you going to do with your feelings?” asks Lord Robert comfortably.
            “Nothing,” smiles Charles, “I’ll wait for Prince Henry to grow up. If he is a good king, I will support him. If he is not, I shall be clever enough to avoid the royals altogether.”
            “How will you do that?” muses Margaret.
            “I will do as you two do, and hide beneath the Bishops,” replies Charles with renewed adolescent confidence.
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            Mark, 25, is the son of Lord John, 54, and Lady Nelleke, 50. Mark walking through the autumned woods on the Lake estate in 1216 is talking with his soon to be mistress and future wife, fifteen year old Moira.
            “King John ravaged the Barons’ wives. He is not a good man,” said Moira with a shifting flirtatious smile half formed on her lips. “Like you are, m’lord.” She squeezes his hard thick right hand with her left. she unconsciously runs her forefinger between his index and middle finger, pushing them apart slightly as they walk.
            “I am not so good as you might think,” confesses Mark.
            Moira stops and as they stand among a grove of oak, she says most considerately,  “Your affection for me is beyond redress, m’lord.”
            “We have done we need be ashamed of.”
            “I have, m’lord.”
            “What have you done?” he implored in good-humoredly heightening the duo drama.
            Coyly she said, “I once dreamt of us together in the grass surrounded by trees such as these.”
            “You tease me profusely,” replied Mark, “with your gnawing at my fingers in your supplest touch.”
            She holds the back of her right hand. “You may kiss such a sweet hand as my own, my dear lord, Mark Thomas.”
            He chuckles, bends and kisses her hand, “You never call me Mark Thomas.”
            As she moves her index finger down his, “It is longer than Mark.” She suddenly, as if on a stage, draws herself close to his chest and whispers in his ear. Her upper thighs unexpectedly move slightly apart on their own. She murmurs, “I think I might enjoy calling you Mark Thomas.”
            Mark quickly follows his own natural inclination without so much as a necessary thought.
Two would be lovers standing in tall grass
May raise their standards in love’s trespass;
Love and trust come in words, or eyes alone,
The words themselves not always foreknown;
The human eye knows what the brain does not
Two pair of eyes can quickly tie the ancestral knot.
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         Late afternoon. Pouch Nine has 4493 words as is. Very little will work in the reduced segment of less than eight hundred words. However, there are key constructs that will be necessary from my perspective. I will therefore edit for you. Now is as good a time as any. – Amorella

         1750 hours. Let’s begin.

         1801 hours. I have cut the words down to 645. This was done in eleven minutes and I did not debate anything. Basically as I read the words in a Word copy mode yellow. The concept of “No reason to keep,” took over and I deleted paragraph after paragraph. I came up with some 800 words and started over, again deleting in the same way, “No reason to keep,” and ended up with 645 words. The operation was almost the opposite of reading – read, delete when no purpose to keep. This was the simple, straight-forward objective. The operation was completed in a reading automaticity mental mode. It is like shifting gears in a VW GTI – no thought needed.

         Carol is asking if you want chili for supper. Post. - Amorella


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