An Entangled Love Story

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Scientists have long given up on the idea of entanglement for faster-than-light information sending. The original idea of two particles, being able to understand and match the other’s state no matter the distance, soon lost its glamour. After all, what use were they other than a scientific curiosity?

However, where the idea accumulated dust in the scientific community, the wheels of capitalism soon picked it up in the form of an aspiring entrepreneur, David Smith. David was a physics school drop-out. Fortunately for his career, he spotted an old paper his professor had left in the trash the day he was to leave.

SOULMATES! Want someone to understand you before you speak? Want an everlasting partnership? David Smith has the key to your heart.

Within two years, his company, Quantum Love, had become listed. Overtaking old-school love-matching sites like Tinder, Quantum Love quickly took the lion’s share of the dating market. People ate up its promises of eternal love, and marriage rates shot up. Valentine’s Day was extended to cover a week, then a year. Cocoa beans and roses quickly shot up to overtake gold in price due to demands vastly exceeding supply.

The idea was simple, enter the entanglement machine with anyone, and leave as a couple. You would instantly have access to your partner’s thoughts and actions, as soon as they make a decision. What more, you can affect your partner’s actions through your own. Smokers managed to get rid of their addiction, cheating became non-existent, and the subreddit r/Relationships became irrelevant.

And yet, David himself did not have a soulmate.

“I’m happy being single,” he smiled from his podium when the often repeated question was posed to him.

In the conference on Finding Love, surrounded by industry experts and gold-gilded champagne flutes, David felt uncomfortable in his thousand dollar suit. Little did anyone know, he had been the first test subject of the machine.

A young man with a purple tie escorted him from the stage to thunderous applause. These conferences always dragged on, giving attendees time to network and backstab. Like grinning sharks searching for prey. David shuddered. Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned, catching a glimpse of glasses and balding hair. A note was shoved into his pocket.

Three days later, David found the crumpled remains of the note. Faded ink read, “There are only two possibilities: yes or no.” He pondered the wisdom of the words, reminded of the paper his physics professor had written. Wracking his brain, David faintly remembered that statement written as the closing line on the paper. Still, what could it mean?

His experiments into love started small. Two entangled particles generated correlated results when measured. A clockwise spin on one created an anti-clockwise spin on the other. Slowly David could entangle larger molecules. From there, a jump into living creatures. Fruit flies working in sync to eat into opposite ends of a strawberry. When one dog barked, the other stayed quiet. With every success, his confidence grew.

Finally, he decided to test it on himself with the help of Eliza, a young research intern at his company. She was beautiful, with dark red hair and warm hazel eyes. Smart, witty, and kind. When David first exited the machine, disorientated, he had thought everything was fine. But then he realised he had made a terrible mistake. When he cheered in delight at the assumed success, Eliza started sobbing. Somehow, their emotional and physical states swung opposite to each other, maintaining a constant balance.

David went into a frenzy, desperately searching for answers to undo their link. Yet the more concerned he was, the less Eliza cared. While David was holed up in their laboratory, Eliza went out every night, abandoning all previous work. He grew more and more depressed, entertaining thoughts of killing himself in order to free them from this burden.

It was a dark stormy night that David sat on his sofa, table littered with empty whisky bottles. He was unable to get drunk, no matter how many shots he drank. Eliza was likely smashed, he thought gloomily, cursing her. As he lifted a gun to his temple, he was interrupted by the door crashing open. She stumbled in, giggling.

“Stop! What are you doing?”

“What does it look like, you bitch? Let me die, and be done with this existence.”

Ironically, as his heart filled with hate, her gaze grew more fond. She approached him carefully, reaching out a hand. At once, he knew her decision, and she knew his. They fought for the gun, crashing against the ground heavily. In the midst of their struggle, a gunshot rang out.

David and Eliza stared at each other, stunned, and for a moment, they were both alive and dead at the same time. But the universe was cruel.

“I love you, David. Live for me.”

“I…love you too,” he whispered, as Eliza leaned heavily against him, and the light faded out of her eyes.

Now, as David thought back to that moment, a seed of hope grew within him. He was alive, and Eliza was dead. What if they were still entangled? In essence, he is currently in the “Yes” possibility and Eliza in the “No” possibility. He leapt up, and retrieved the gun hidden deep in his closet.

Dare he take the chance? David lifted the gun up to his head, a mocking imitation of the night Eliza died. Except that this time, there would be no interruptions. This time, he would finish what he started. A muttered prayer, before his finger tightened on the trigger.

BANG. His vision blurred. For an instant, David fancied that he could see the outline of Eliza, feel her gentle kiss, and hear her dulcet tones, “Live for me, David.”

What? No!

The universe trembled and stilled. David’s vision cleared. Faintly in the wind, her laughter tinkled, mocking him. He broke down crying, clutching the gun that was now missing two bullets.

Quantum Love, soulmates for eternity.

About the Author: 
A bored engineering student. My alternate selves are probably enjoying life.