[He pauses to assess this. Old-fashion postage escapes him.]
Something like that, yes, and all of the transporter malfunctions I have heard of end with the incorrectly-assembled object as a [randomly reassembled mass that has been scrambled at the subatomic level] goo.
[Chekov laughs at Lucy--not because she's wrong, but because her wandering trains of thought are very endearing.]
Schrödinger? I suppose; the transported human is either dead or alive. [That is not how Schrödinger's famous thought experiment went; Lucy's version is better. He kisses her on the cheek.] We will never test your theory, I promise. The City doesn't need dead or traumatized cats.
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Something like that, yes, and all of the transporter malfunctions I have heard of end with the incorrectly-assembled object as a [randomly reassembled mass that has been scrambled at the subatomic level] goo.
[Chekov laughs at Lucy--not because she's wrong, but because her wandering trains of thought are very endearing.]
Schrödinger? I suppose; the transported human is either dead or alive. [That is not how Schrödinger's famous thought experiment went; Lucy's version is better. He kisses her on the cheek.] We will never test your theory, I promise. The City doesn't need dead or traumatized cats.