He stepped into the darkened room for the fifth time now.
‘This ought to be it’ – he smirked.
He had been trying to debug and correct the program for a little over six hours now.
‘Its always one state collapse or another, to think they’d have figured out multi-qubit level errors in the new release was futile.’
‘Alright, lets see’, he spoke to himself as he initiated the programs core services starting the old ancient crawl of the progress bar.
The technology had taken a brisk 30 years to develop. He’d been an average programmer from the start, but always had a good sense of where technology was headed. So even in the early 2020s when one of the first breakthrough papers was still talked of in hushed tones in academic and industry circles, he got a sense of the remarkable future that lay ahead for humanity, and it would not be blockchain or another social-media this time.
Quantum computers had been in mass production for well over two decades now. Life in the new ‘quantum-age’ or ‘k-age’ would seem incomprehensible to a time traveller from the past. State Transcoders, Virtual State Progs, Neural Mirrors — all needed underlying jargon that did not exist a single generation ago.
The impacts were almost immediate. Economies boomed and crashed and boomed again, all in a span of few months. Societies were broken down at their core and built bottom up again.
But today wasn’t about reminiscing the past, he looked down to find the bar complete.
This would be the only time the program took more than 4 seconds to load.
He sighed a heavy breath. Suddenly the room transformed from the black insular coverings to a warm yellow glow. The reality emulator program finally worked.
The text bubble on her device popped up, asking, ‘Give me a second..’, so she had full 5 minutes to herself.
But to her surprise the laptop started buzzing almost immediately, leaving her scrambling to find the headphones. ‘Boyo!’, she internalized.
‘Someones a little early today!’ she started with a smile.
He had been talking to her image for well over 2 hours now. The emulator program was working flawlessly up until now
He could see her, noticing each hairline originating from the widows peak in her likening over the Macs screen as he had done innumerable times before. Her smile still the most innocent event he ever witnessed. Her eyes lit the same as he remembered, probing, asking deepest of questions without uttering a single word. He knew it wasn’t real, yet he could not bear himself to believe otherwise.
‘Whats up?’, the soft voice asked. With the familiar slight pout and a genuine concern.
His tears started swelling up.
It seems remarkable that we always wish to capture certain moments for ever, yet however even our own memories mostly fail us. No matter how hard we try to contain a moment, any reliving leaves something to be desired.
This particular moment arrived again. They had relived it when it happened it for the first time. He was reliving it again today.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning, and its flow held ashore by the sight of his beloved. In her tired eyes he saw the care, the affection. Still unchanged, still unconditional.
The calls were important, each an enquiry into their experience of the magical relationship. Each a re-enactment of exploration of the others soul. He found himself loosing his identity, merging with the other, boundaries blurring.
He looked around his room.
At the time, it had seemed small, but now it contained the cosmos inside.
What value is progress, what does wealth bring.
If all you ever wished for had already passed in a moment, that may never arrive.
He finally shut it off. It was time for the good byes