In the 25th century, deep under the Earth’s shattered surface, the dying remnants of humankind live in a dwindling Colony devoid of Nature and only one can travel to the past to save humanity from its dark fate.
Clinging to life underground, after a cataclysmic all-out nuclear war, the remains of the human race are desperate for a way to change the past. Harnessing the power of an artificial wormhole, their only hope to avert global annihilation is to travel back in time and alter the discovery of nuclear fission.
Humanity’s future rests on the unlikely shoulders of Proteus. Born with a unique genetic mutation, scientists discover that he is the only one capable of surviving the ravages of time-travel. After decades of preparation, Proteus is sent backwards to early 20th century London… but Time doesn’t want the past to change and it pushes back.
To complete his mission, Proteus must manipulate the course of history, all the while battling enemy agents and avoiding the forces of Time, if he’s ever going to save the future from the past.
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Excerpt From Saving Schrödinger’s Cat Act II, Chapter 25
He needed help with the reports, and Conrad was the only one he could trust. It will be tricky, though. Conrad didn’t know the science like Proteus did, and he certainly didn’t know the future. But if Proteus was careful, he could present topics to Conrad and explain that some of them were secrets, and not to be discussed.
Proteus decided the simplest approach was to give Conrad a written list of words, and let him ask any questions he wished, which Proteus would answer directly or indirectly. There was a good chance the questions wouldn’t involve enough depth to risk Proteus inadvertently revealing the future, or trapping him in a circular web of lies.
His mind made up, he spent fifteen minutes composing the list of words and phrases, and then summoned Conrad — who’d returned from Cambridge last week — into his office. After he’d finished explaining, he asked Conrad if he had any questions.
“Yes, sir,” said Conrad. “How does this work turn a profit for Providence?”
“Well … I, um, look for certain types of scientific research and evaluate them to see if there are any industrial applications.”
“And then help develop them with funding and the like, right?” said Conrad. “And help patent the ideas. For profit. I get it.”
“Yes. It’s along those lines,” said Proteus. “But I also want to help develop technologies that will benefit society and the Earth. Was that your only question?”
“About the big picture? Yes,” said Conrad. “However, I’ve got quite a few questions about this here list.” He paused and looked down at the paper. “For example, atomic and subatomic collisions, quantum mechanics, Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, Schrödinger’s cat box … did I pronounce that last one right? I’m not too certain with umlauts.”
“Pretty close, yes.”
“Is it a spelling error, though? Did you perhaps mean, hat box?”
“No. It’s correct.”
“Well, I’m going to need more information, then. I won’t be a party to cruel experiments on animals.”
“No cats have been hurt. It’s a mental exercise related to theories of the atom.”
Conrad sat unmoving, waiting, and Proteus realized he’d have to provide more information. But how do I even begin to explain quantum mechanics and the atom? He looked at his watch: 5 PM. “Previously, you offered to teach me snooker. How about we go and play, and I’ll answer questions as best I can?
“That sounds hunky-dory.”
“What?”
“Sounds fine.”
“Okay. Swell,” said Proteus. “But keep in mind the atom is not well understood and can be a confusing subject.”
By way of answer, Conrad winked, and then stood and opened the door. “Shall we? I know just the place.”