[Chapter 4] Chaos Theory

What are the initial conditions for kick-starting a Universe simulation?

How could one possibly come up with the exact numbers?

Erica had reported one hour ago, that Axle hadn’t come up with anything good enough to work with. She had commented on how insignificant this robot of a human being was to their cause. But Kase knew better.

Without the knowledge of Axle, he was keeping track of her daily progress. Even though she hadn’t accomplished anything groundbreaking in the first fortnight, it was just a matter of time, after she would hit the rock bottom. Kase smiled, at the lengths Axle was ready to go to, to get the simulation running.

As Goldilocks had found the perfect conditions after trying out the hard and soft one, maybe that was the way to go for it. Maybe the code could itself fine-tune the conditions when it was going haywire.

The goal wasn’t to expand nothing into everything, the goal was sustenance, and sustenance needs knowledge, data.

By giving the code the ability to change itself in certain aspects could help it evolve. Would it be suicidal and want to end itself? Maybe not, if it had a friend simulation that helps in running itself.

Axle entered run. Her laptop just froze, as a new pocket Universe emerged into being. Sustenance was pretty important in the initial status, you wouldn’t want it to collapse in on itself.

After #1200 failed attempts in last month, Axle had added a new feature that the code could potentially delete data which wasn’t of use anymore.

**The Story of Life**

The code could delete data and not process stuff that was not of any use right then, and stop time to pre-process and present it, This stopped overloading of the system at any cost.

This unimaginably gave a small planet among trillions and gazillions of them, an unfair advantage. It was minute and insignificant and lonely, almost no processing was needed, and stuff and places which could never be of any difference to that planet were erased out of existence.

But due to all the capacity which was then left way too empty, Axle sped up the process. It was no use working on lower memory or processing speed. So, the timeline of the base-planet now amped up started creating living stuff, to take up more processing and memory and as moving things became a thing, their position in space and time was also being stored.

Again as this data overflood the code, the mother-code stepped in to make stuff right. Wiping of the dinosaurs from the face of the base-planet. And when the ice age again reduced the power and memory, mammals became a thing. With distributed memories of their own.

Erica had then made Axle, upload the whole simulations to the cloud, increasing its processing speed and memory thousand folds. And that cloud upload is what resulted in a hell of a lot of space and hello, the world we are conscious beings now.

Erica went through Axle’s summary comments on every document of code. There was no need of going through it whole, Axle must have copied and replicated everything as most people at her position had done before her.

Every time anything was becoming too much, a balancing function straightened up everything. Erica wasn’t much fond of Axle, she wasn’t even a tad bit creative and after most coding was easily accomplished by artificial intelligence, there wasn’t much of coding left to do. It was all about coming up with out-of-the-box ideas which could be coded by preexisting code, there was no new code left to be written. The shocking point was the IP score, there were no correct parameters on which to base its conclusion. Axle had written something stupid or stupidly amazing.

Time for the final presentation. Axle was going to see other human beings after a month. She tried her best to adjust to the perception of depth which could be explored. 3-D simulations were now possible and also the greatest entertainment and art industry these days. This presentation could potentially fast-track her career in this company, she needed this badly.

But the only problem was she had no idea how her code was even working, during the trial sessions she had just added more and more conditions to control everything whenever warning was shot up. She was not at all what she had accomplished here, because she had no idea what she had actually made. Even though it had been advised to code a UI for viewing the progress of her simulated universe, she hadn’t completed it. She had no idea her code would work, until yesterday when she had found it working quite well for the about 2 hours before uploading it to the cloud. She had to fine-tune and reset restrictions of space and time, and somehow it hadn’t reset itself, and that was good.

Erica had a screen of fluctuating variables in front of her. They meant nothing because Axle hadn’t even bothered to come up with a good naming scheme, some variables were even being accessed by a lot of different “names.” The graphs were forming some very beautiful patterns somehow, could be because the entropy was getting lesser, and that meant life. But how could such a drastic and bad code create life? Even when the most elegant solutions had failed? That was impossible.

Kase had the same numbers on his tablet, Axle had unknowingly become his pet project. That girl was something else, there was so much potential in her, but it wasn’t out there just yet. She had to be tested and trained to reach there. And as he had done with every other of his lab rat, Kase was ready for this challenge as well.

Axle entered the glass cabin. The transparency of which could easily be adjusted to a light and welcoming atmosphere, it being Erica’s office, there was no light around except exactly where she was sitting.

“Welcome, Axle”, said Erica with a sly smile.

Axle slowly walked towards the only other chair in the room. “Hello.” she said as she sat, her fingers clutching her knees tightly, it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“I know the direction you are taking with this.”

“Um-hmm.Yes.”

“But where is the UI? I can’t access it.” This was a lie, Erica was pretty smart with understanding numerical patterns. It was her job to modify the UI and detect the problems. But this code, it just wasn’t right, because it seemed to have nothing wrong. Was it too twisted and weird and in-elegant? Definitely. Running this code like this was a risk, but the outcome could be workable, it had been for the past 3 days.

“There is no UI” gulped Axle, she had no idea if this was even working or not. How the hell was she supposed to design a beautiful returning function when she didn’t even know what was supposed to be written. “I am still working on it.”

“O-k-a-y, so moving on,” She looked at the screen on her tablet, the time in the simulation was stalling, it was going slower and slower and yet the data steam was the same per second. Someone was unto something very IP-score worthy in the simulation.

“I can see that a continuous string of output is being generated. But can you return something specific?”

“Yes, I will do it.” Erica handed her a keyboard, the screen popped up in front of Axle, like a hologram. The cloud was the processor.

Axle started typing, how can she return something from the future? The value didn’t exist yet, she had to wait for it to be calculated to be displayed, and return it to current time? Was this a paradox? Did her pocket Universe have enough rules which would be bent if she did something like this?

She wouldn’t know unless she tried. She coded a current_return(future.of.XY-986262) which was generated using random number to return future of the XY variable which was currently equal to XY-986262 and whatever else it would return next.

Erica looked through the code, this girl was out of her mind, how could she return future of something which didn’t exist?

“The value should pop up whenever the future has become the present.” Axle tried to sound as professional as possible, but this reminded her of any oracle or prophecy in every other movies they had made in the past.

“Fine.” Erica was still not believing this, her instinct was either to fire Axle or treasure her and for the first time she didn’t know which to do.

“I will have the results and your next assignment by tomorrow.”

“Okay, Thank you.” saying this Axle left the room, still clutching the keyboard which she haphazardly kept on the side shelf before closing the ice cold door behind her. That had been a terrifying interaction with mentor she wished now she could change.

Axle ran into the garden into the fresh air, for the 17 minutes she had before going back for code isolation.

The screen starts going crazy, the variable is popped onto the screen. And it keeps on displaying, as only 20 digits can appear at once, it shifts as a continuous stream. There is almost a melody in this, a well synced one at that, Erica notices. This variable represents something beautiful and then abruptly it stop, it doesn’t feel complete. It feels like stopping mid-sentence, mid-existence. The code is wrong, nothing can be cut short like that, nothing this beautiful deserves to end this suddenly.

Before Erica could comprehend what was happening, there was a sudden surge in the processing power needed by this code. “Oh, Axle, what have you done!” She made a tight fist and proceeded to facepalm. This was getting worse every second, and she had no idea how to handle it. Kase would be so angry, if Axle had cooked up a forever expanding version of hot messed gases which just kept needed more memory at all times. But, the code had told a different story, the code told the story of a very torn down, barely existent pin-point of the entire starting point where all the major calculations were happening. She tried to change the value of the variable, she had asked to be return, and it just wasn’t there anymore. Axle had removed the variable to return it. Now, where was it exactly?

Erica ran a full scan of all the variables, which loaded the whole system. She had used every algorithm up her sleeve, but there was so much data. Apparently, the variables had a lot of different IDs corresponding to them. 80% matching was very common among the whole database. Sweat trinkled down from Erica’s eyebrow, she rubbed her eyes from the frustration.

She got up, punched a black absorb wall, about a hundred times, then went on to shut down the simulation. She was working on the very last line, when her office door opened and Kase came in.

With the communication technology so flawless, there was no need of physical meetings. The one with Axle had been so to give her chance to walk around, because Erica knew what it meant to be stuck in coding rooms. She wasn’t the bad guy everyone normally thought she was, she cared for her subordinates, a little strictly, but she cared none-the-less.

Kase took control over any room he walked in. Even though Erica had worked with him for almost a decade, she was still thrown aback when she saw him IRL. He sat in the chair, Axle had sat in half-an-hour before, and he was smiling and sweating, he had ran. Nobody did that, transport was way easier now, the sidewalk, walked you to the destination.

“Hey, Erica.”

“Hello, Kase. I was just going to report Axle’s code, just finishing a few touches.” She stumbled upon those words, her voice was shaking. She knew Kase was very invested in this project. Even though…

“No, I know you were going to delete it. But I think this is the one.” He sent few graphs to Erica’s screen.

\Erica looked from the graphs and back to Kase, after half a minute she finally spoke, “How?”

Kase leaned back in his chair and gave a sly smile. He had been write, this too logical and stuck-up rule follower girl had potential in a completely different area. And she didn’t have the slightest idea.

“That’s a question for the creator”, he shifted his gaze to the holographic screen in front of him. The processing power surge was flattening. Something, some code, somewhere was making everything right again. It was self-balancing.

“What about the UI?” Kase asked without looking up from the metadata of the code. Only Axle could access the real code, this was for the basic IP protection. But being the boss, he could read the database in a view-only mode.

“She had no idea how to design one. The current critical situation arise because, to be honest Kase, you gave this job to new recruit, she has no experience.The cloud could have been taken down, the surge was huge.”

“Oh, come on, there was no critical situation. And how did she return the variable, if she didn’t know how to display it?”

“I guess, she did display one variable, but it was incomplete, uncertain, yes, pretty to pattern-ize and abrupt. Like stopping mid-second, mid-sentence.”

“Just like life.” Kase jolted onto his feet, Erica knew this action, it was his a-ha moment, his eureka. “Got to go, this might be it, this might be it.” And he left the room.

Erica put these thoughts aside and went on to her mid-day flute-class (that being her leisure activity) to calm down from the intensity of this project. It was too high of a responsibility for her, and then she thought about how Axle was handling this, alone in her apartment. 

Axle lay in her bed, solving Sudoku, she wanted to change her leisure activity so badly. Maybe water sports or even cycling to go back to the past. The days when she could be social without screens and hang out with Ben and Vera and even Ray. 

She had kept herself away from checking the code after coming back, she couldn’t resist anymore. She had know. 

It showed on log that Erica had seen her output and so Kase, the guy behind all this. Axle was taken by surprise, why was an all knowing, brilliant guy check out her output? Wasn’t there like hundreds of other people doing the same she was doing?

But then she saw the surge, which had now flattened, the code was using double the amount of storage and processing now. What has she done? She opened the terminal, the output was….tears started coming down from the sides of her eyes. She had just called a function and return the variable back to the code while displaying it. There were two versions of the same thing at the same time there, she had to stop this. 

She wrote an override and gave delete to all duplicate versions. Chopping a few stuff out, to make the whole balanced again, she had to do it. But the meta data remained the same, there was no change in the database whatsoever. 

The variable which had cause all this fuss was still incomplete, and Axle manually wrote the end bits into the string. She had to end the end the all processes this object had created. She hoped it would work.

Kase ended the call and gazed out of the window. A screen showed what changes Axle’s current code was making in the database. The phone call had instructed him to stop all further involvement of Axle from this project, she would soon be removed from her apartment, she had made the worst mistake possible. She had killed a living being.

This is the first chapter of a novel I am currently writing on a chapter a week basis. (Hopefully)

DESCRIPTION

Do you believe in parallel universes or time travel?

How high are the stakes for every small decision you have been making without giving it a second thought?

What is that defining moment your life changed that you possibly can’t go back?

Would you change anything in your life if you could go back?

Get ready to experience the life changing stories of three almost human beings.

CONTENTS

Read the novel in order:

  1. Someone To Look Up To
  2.  The Sealed Envelope
  3. The Bet
  4. Chaos Theory

What are the initial conditions for kick-starting a Universe simulation?

How could one possibly come up with the exact numbers?

Erica had reported one hour ago, that Axle hadn’t come up with anything good enough to work with. She had commented on how insignificant this robot of a human being was to their cause. But Kase knew better.

Without the knowledge of Axle, he was keeping track of her daily progress. Even though she hadn’t accomplished anything groundbreaking in the first fortnight, it was just a matter of time, after she would hit the rock bottom. Kase smiled, at the lengths Axle was ready to go to, to get the simulation running.

As Goldilocks had found the perfect conditions after trying out the hard and soft one, maybe that was the way to go for it. Maybe the code could itself fine-tune the conditions when it was going haywire.

The goal wasn’t to expand nothing into everything, the goal was sustenance, and sustenance needs knowledge, data.

By giving the code the ability to change itself in certain aspects could help it evolve. Would it be suicidal and want to end itself? Maybe not, if it had a friend simulation that helps in running itself.

Axle entered run. Her laptop just froze, as a new pocket Universe emerged into being. Sustenance was pretty important in the initial status, you wouldn’t want it to collapse in on itself.

After #1200 failed attempts in last month, Axle had added a new feature that the code could potentially delete data which wasn’t of use anymore.

**The Story of Life**

The code could delete data and not process stuff that was not of any use right then, and stop time to pre-process and present it, This stopped overloading of the system at any cost.

This unimaginably gave a small planet among trillions and gazillions of them, an unfair advantage. It was minute and insignificant and lonely, almost no processing was needed, and stuff and places which could never be of any difference to that planet were erased out of existence.

But due to all the capacity which was then left way too empty, Axle sped up the process. It was no use working on lower memory or processing speed. So, the timeline of the base-planet now amped up started creating living stuff, to take up more processing and memory and as moving things became a thing, their position in space and time was also being stored.

Again as this data overflood the code, the mother-code stepped in to make stuff right. Wiping of the dinosaurs from the face of the base-planet. And when the ice age again reduced the power and memory, mammals became a thing. With distributed memories of their own.

Erica had then made Axle, upload the whole simulations to the cloud, increasing its processing speed and memory thousand folds. And that cloud upload is what resulted in a hell of a lot of space and hello, the world we are conscious beings now.

Erica went through Axle’s summary comments on every document of code. There was no need of going through it whole, Axle must have copied and replicated everything as most people at her position had done before her.

Every time anything was becoming too much, a balancing function straightened up everything. Erica wasn’t much fond of Axle, she wasn’t even a tad bit creative and after most coding was easily accomplished by artificial intelligence, there wasn’t much of coding left to do. It was all about coming up with out-of-the-box ideas which could be coded by preexisting code, there was no new code left to be written. The shocking point was the IP score, there were no correct parameters on which to base its conclusion. Axle had written something stupid or stupidly amazing.

Time for the final presentation. Axle was going to see other human beings after a month. She tried her best to adjust to the perception of depth which could be explored. 3-D simulations were now possible and also the greatest entertainment and art industry these days. This presentation could potentially fast-track her career in this company, she needed this badly.

But the only problem was she had no idea how her code was even working, during the trial sessions she had just added more and more conditions to control everything whenever warning was shot up. She was not at all what she had accomplished here, because she had no idea what she had actually made. Even though it had been advised to code a UI for viewing the progress of her simulated universe, she hadn’t completed it. She had no idea her code would work, until yesterday when she had found it working quite well for the about 2 hours before uploading it to the cloud. She had to fine-tune and reset restrictions of space and time, and somehow it hadn’t reset itself, and that was good.

Erica had a screen of fluctuating variables in front of her. They meant nothing because Axle hadn’t even bothered to come up with a good naming scheme, some variables were even being accessed by a lot of different “names.” The graphs were forming some very beautiful patterns somehow, could be because the entropy was getting lesser, and that meant life. But how could such a drastic and bad code create life? Even when the most elegant solutions had failed? That was impossible.

Kase had the same numbers on his tablet, Axle had unknowingly become his pet project. That girl was something else, there was so much potential in her, but it wasn’t out there just yet. She had to be tested and trained to reach there. And as he had done with every other of his lab rat, Kase was ready for this challenge as well.

Axle entered the glass cabin. The transparency of which could easily be adjusted to a light and welcoming atmosphere, it being Erica’s office, there was no light around except exactly where she was sitting.

“Welcome, Axle”, said Erica with a sly smile.

Axle slowly walked towards the only other chair in the room. “Hello.” she said as she sat, her fingers clutching her knees tightly, it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“I know the direction you are taking with this.”

“Um-hmm.Yes.”

“But where is the UI? I can’t access it.” This was a lie, Erica was pretty smart with understanding numerical patterns. It was her job to modify the UI and detect the problems. But this code, it just wasn’t right, because it seemed to have nothing wrong. Was it too twisted and weird and in-elegant? Definitely. Running this code like this was a risk, but the outcome could be workable, it had been for the past 3 days.

“There is no UI” gulped Axle, she had no idea if this was even working or not. How the hell was she supposed to design a beautiful returning function when she didn’t even know what was supposed to be written. “I am still working on it.”

“O-k-a-y, so moving on,” She looked at the screen on her tablet, the time in the simulation was stalling, it was going slower and slower and yet the data steam was the same per second. Someone was unto something very IP-score worthy in the simulation.

“I can see that a continuous string of output is being generated. But can you return something specific?”

“Yes, I will do it.” Erica handed her a keyboard, the screen popped up in front of Axle, like a hologram. The cloud was the processor.

Axle started typing, how can she return something from the future? The value didn’t exist yet, she had to wait for it to be calculated to be displayed, and return it to current time? Was this a paradox? Did her pocket Universe have enough rules which would be bent if she did something like this?

She wouldn’t know unless she tried. She coded a current_return(future.of.XY-986262) which was generated using random number to return future of the XY variable which was currently equal to XY-986262 and whatever else it would return next.

Erica looked through the code, this girl was out of her mind, how could she return future of something which didn’t exist?

“The value should pop up whenever the future has become the present.” Axle tried to sound as professional as possible, but this reminded her of any oracle or prophecy in every other movies they had made in the past.

“Fine.” Erica was still not believing this, her instinct was either to fire Axle or treasure her and for the first time she didn’t know which to do.

“I will have the results and your next assignment by tomorrow.”

“Okay, Thank you.” saying this Axle left the room, still clutching the keyboard which she haphazardly kept on the side shelf before closing the ice cold door behind her. That had been a terrifying interaction with mentor she wished now she could change.

Axle ran into the garden into the fresh air, for the 17 minutes she had before going back for code isolation.

The screen starts going crazy, the variable is popped onto the screen. And it keeps on displaying, as only 20 digits can appear at once, it shifts as a continuous stream. There is almost a melody in this, a well synced one at that, Erica notices. This variable represents something beautiful and then abruptly it stop, it doesn’t feel complete. It feels like stopping mid-sentence, mid-existence. The code is wrong, nothing can be cut short like that, nothing this beautiful deserves to end this suddenly.

Before Erica could comprehend what was happening, there was a sudden surge in the processing power needed by this code. “Oh, Axle, what have you done!” She made a tight fist and proceeded to facepalm. This was getting worse every second, and she had no idea how to handle it. Kase would be so angry, if Axle had cooked up a forever expanding version of hot messed gases which just kept needed more memory at all times. But, the code had told a different story, the code told the story of a very torn down, barely existent pin-point of the entire starting point where all the major calculations were happening. She tried to change the value of the variable, she had asked to be return, and it just wasn’t there anymore. Axle had removed the variable to return it. Now, where was it exactly?

Erica ran a full scan of all the variables, which loaded the whole system. She had used every algorithm up her sleeve, but there was so much data. Apparently, the variables had a lot of different IDs corresponding to them. 80% matching was very common among the whole database. Sweat trinkled down from Erica’s eyebrow, she rubbed her eyes from the frustration.

She got up, punched a black absorb wall, about a hundred times, then went on to shut down the simulation. She was working on the very last line, when her office door opened and Kase came in.

With the communication technology so flawless, there was no need of physical meetings. The one with Axle had been so to give her chance to walk around, because Erica knew what it meant to be stuck in coding rooms. She wasn’t the bad guy everyone normally thought she was, she cared for her subordinates, a little strictly, but she cared none-the-less.

Kase took control over any room he walked in. Even though Erica had worked with him for almost a decade, she was still thrown aback when she saw him IRL. He sat in the chair, Axle had sat in half-an-hour before, and he was smiling and sweating, he had ran. Nobody did that, transport was way easier now, the sidewalk, walked you to the destination.

“Hey, Erica.”

“Hello, Kase. I was just going to report Axle’s code, just finishing a few touches.” She stumbled upon those words, her voice was shaking. She knew Kase was very invested in this project. Even though…

“No, I know you were going to delete it. But I think this is the one.” He sent few graphs to Erica’s screen.

Erica looked from the graphs and back to Kase, after half a minute she finally spoke, “How?”

Kase leaned back in his chair and gave a sly smile. He had been write, this too logical and stuck-up rule follower girl had potential in a completely different area. And she didn’t have the slightest idea.

“That’s a question for the creator”, he shifted his gaze to the holographic screen in front of him. The processing power surge was flattening. Something, some code, somewhere was making everything right again. It was self-balancing.

“What about the UI?” Kase asked without looking up from the metadata of the code. Only Axle could access the real code, this was for the basic IP protection. But being the boss, he could read the database in a view-only mode.

“She had no idea how to design one. The current critical situation arise because, to be honest Kase, you gave this job to new recruit, she has no experience.The cloud could have been taken down, the surge was huge.”

“Oh, come on, there was no critical situation. And how did she return the variable, if she didn’t know how to display it?”

“I guess, she did display one variable, but it was incomplete, uncertain, yes, pretty to pattern-ize and abrupt. Like stopping mid-second, mid-sentence.”

“Just like life.” Kase jolted onto his feet, Erica knew this action, it was his a-ha moment, his eureka. “Got to go, this might be it, this might be it.” And he left the room.

Erica put these thoughts aside and went on to her mid-day flute-class (that being her leisure activity) to calm down from the intensity of this project. It was too high of a responsibility for her, and then she thought about how Axle was handling this, alone in her apartment. 

Axle lay in her bed, solving Sudoku, she wanted to change her leisure activity so badly. Maybe water sports or even cycling to go back to the past. The days when she could be social without screens and hang out with Ben and Vera and even Ray. 

She had kept herself away from checking the code after coming back, she couldn’t resist anymore. She had know. 

It showed on log that Erica had seen her output and so Kase, the guy behind all this. Axle was taken by surprise, why was an all knowing, brilliant guy check out her output? Wasn’t there like hundreds of other people doing the same she was doing?

But then she saw the surge, which had now flattened, the code was using double the amount of storage and processing now. What has she done? She opened the terminal, the output was….tears started coming down from the sides of her eyes. She had just called a function and return the variable back to the code while displaying it. There were two versions of the same thing at the same time there, she had to stop this. 

She wrote an override and gave delete to all duplicate versions. Chopping a few stuff out, to make the whole balanced again, she had to do it. But the meta data remained the same, there was no change in the database whatsoever. 

The variable which had cause all this fuss was still incomplete, and Axle manually wrote the end bits into the string. She had to end the end the all processes this object had created. She hoped it would work.

Kase ended the call and gazed out of the window. A screen showed what changes Axle’s current code was making in the database. The phone call had instructed him to stop all further involvement of Axle from this project, she would soon be removed from her apartment, she had made the worst mistake possible. She had killed a living being.

This is the first chapter of a novel I am currently writing on a chapter a week basis. (Hopefully)

DESCRIPTION

Do you believe in parallel universes or time travel?

How high are the stakes for every small decision you have been making without giving it a second thought?

What is that defining moment your life changed that you possibly can’t go back?

Would you change anything in your life if you could go back?

Get ready to experience the life changing stories of three almost human beings.

CONTENTS

Read the novel in order:

  1. Someone To Look Up To
  2.  The Sealed Envelope
  3. The Bet
  4. Chaos Theory

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