Boffins snare swollen 'excited giant' in forcefield prison Boffins in Michigan say they have created a promising "quantum gate" for use in literally and figuratively hard-to-grasp quantum computers of the future. The scientists achieved this, put simply, by tickling a soft-metal Rubidium atom with frikkin laser beams until its outer valence shell became highly excited and the atom …
Well, they may have tickled a Rubidium atom with laser beams and ensnared it in a crate made of interfering laser beams built by seizing the atom's embulgenated outer valence shell using a ponderomotive force field. But did they remember to reverse the polarity of the neutron flow at the same time? Enquiring minds want to know....
"The scientists achieved this, put simply, by tickling a soft-metal Rubidium atom with frikkin laser beams until its outer valence shell became highly excited and the atom swelled up to giant size - 100 times as big as normal, though obviously, being an atom, still pretty tiny. Atoms in this condition are known as "Rydberg" atoms, after the 19th century Swede famous for swelling to giant size after being hit by an energy ray his knowledge of exotic atoms." ...... Sounds like Instrumental Foreplay to Cosmic Erection and Orgasm ...... CyberPORN Feed with Need for Nymphs and Satyrs ..... Heap Powerful Apache Medicine, Tonto.
And is IT Registered a Global Virtual Quantum Computer Base Build with Virtual Reality Play and Attraction?
LOVE is a Drug and IT Gets You High ...... Hi, How High is High to be Real Deep and Sublimely Stealthy and Remarkably Satisfying ...... which sounds like a Magic Stash Alien Strain.
As much as I fear the inevitable annoyances of those pesky, interfering laser beams, I must confess to reading near on ten words which I never knew existed. I mean, where the HELL do those words come from?? You must have made a few up there. I mean, really, come on.
Paris, 'cos even I must know more words than her...
Why do these articles always arrive on a Friday afternoon, when my mind is in a Quantum State (from my boss's point of view, I may be working or not working. It's not until I'm "observed" that I collapse into a working state). I would have struggled with that on a Tuesday morning. On a Friday afternoon it's enough to turn a man to drink. Talking of which, is it Beer O'clock yet?
Scientists get creative, Quarks have flavors.
Qubits have Colours?
switch(qubit1)
{
case "1":
return true;
case "0":
return false;
case "1&0":
return maybe;
case "fuscia":
return livingRoom;
case parishiltonsunderwear:
throw new GarmentNotKnownException();
default:
return "42";
}
}
I'm relatively sure that none of the readers of this article are graduates of said "Michigan uni", since not one comment has roasted this author for failing to properly spell out University of Michigan. Not a big deal, in old Blighty to be sure, but mistaking the name in Michigan amounts to fightin' words for a lot of alums of the Berkeley of the Midwest.
Q. You meet someone at a party - how would you know if they've graduated from U of M?
A. Don't worry - give them 5 minutes and they'll tell you all about it.
A brewski for Fridayski
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