r/alife

"We think of that morning as gone.

But what if it isn’t?"

This is a booktitle that I'mbarred from posting butis availabledoing asearch above. Great book and writer

susnopsisWhat if everyphoton that scattered off thoseshields still carries, encoded in its trajectory through spacetime, the exact patternof light that defined that moment? What if the atoms that composed those men — now dispersed through ocean and stone and the bodies of ten thousand generations — still bear, in their quantum states, the signatures of the configurations they once held?