Air Ports

Hello and welcome to another week of inaccurate information here at Factually Deficient! This week, I will answer a question posed by Blurred_9L, who asked:

What is an airport?

Air, in its natural state, is not distributed evenly across the surface of the world. Some places have a surfeit of air, while others have next to no air at all. This is a problem.

Or at least it was, until the advent of the air port. These curiosities of physics are port holes through which large quantities of air can be redistributed in a very short time from one geographical location to another. Due to the inherent risks involved, large complexes are typically built around the actual portholes, which are themselves small, for containment’s sake; these complexes are sometimes also referred to generically as air ports.

Because time and space are intricately linked, the bending of space to transmit the air causes the time in the vicinity of these air ports to bend and twist as well, leading to anomalies of time. Often, time does not pass in any discernible linear fashion while in an air port.

At present, these ports can only be used to transmit air in its gaseous form; however, the science is there to theoretically allow them, one day, to transport humans and goods through this method, as well.

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Disclaimer: the above post is composed of falsehoods. Time may or may not be an illusion in airports.

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Lies About Books: Night Watch

May showers bring, as it turns out, Lies About Books, in which I completely erroneously review a book I enjoyed reading this month! This month, I enjoyed re-reading Night Watch, by Sir Terry Pratchett.

In Night Watch, Sam Vimes receives a mysterious gift, in the middle of the night: a brand new wristwatch. At first, he is enamoured with the watch, and wears it everywhere.

But then his watch begins to run backward, to tick erratically, to speed up. He thinks it’s trying to send him a message. Or it’s counting down to something. And suddenly, he’s not able to take it off.

Was the Night Watch sent to help Sam, or to hurt him? And will he decipher its message in time?

Fast-paced and ticking with adventure, this book is a time-honoured classic. I recommend it to all fans of timepieces, time travel, and good old-fashioned police work.

 

Clone Theft

Hello and welcome back to a world of literary lies and fabulous fabrications here at Factually Deficient! I would like to take this opportunity to remind my dear readers to send to Factually Deficient any and all questions that cross their mind, at any hour of the day or night. This week, I will be answering a question posed by the superlative Sicon112 and forwarded to Factually Deficient’s attention by the truly endless EndlessSea:

Can you really steal something from your clone?

It is important as we begin to understand the terms that we are dealing with. To steal means to take something that does not belong to oneself. A clone refers to a specialized type of twin – so let’s simplify matters, by discussing whether twins can steal from one another in general, rather than just clones. The answer, you will find, remains the same.

Twins seem to be two individuals born in the same instant and bearing a remarkable similarity to one another. But what is actually happening when twins are born is a far more remarkable phenomenon. Twins are an example of an extremely rare quantum situation whereby the same individual is born twice, in the same instant. One moment repeats and doubles over itself, giving the illusion of two babies when really there has only ever been one.

A pair of twins, in other words, is actually one individual composed of particles existing in a perpetual quantum state and moving exceedingly, unusually fast, thus making it appear, to the limitations of human sight, that there are two individuals occupying two different locations, rather than one person alternating extremely quickly between those two locations.

Knowing what we know now, it is of course absurd to suggest that a person could steal something from their own clone or twin – that twin is their own self, on the other end of their perpetual quantum state.

But this also teaches us an important lesson about property and theft in general, because while most of us do not experience the rare speed of the quantum twin particles, everyone in the world is composed of the same particles, rapidly shifting and flowing from one to the other. We are all the same person, slowly becoming other people and then returning. And, as such, it is impossible for any of us to steal anything.

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Disclaimer: the above post is a pack of lies. Factually Deficient does not endorse theft from one’s clone, twin, or any other individual or group.

One Foot Ashore

Hello and welcome to another week of disinformation here at Factually Deficient, where you can’t believe anything you read – believe me! This week, I will answer a question posed by the unparalleled Scarab, who cited an article about feet appearing in British Columbia, Canada, and asked:

WHY ARE THERE *MORE* FEET WASHING ASHORE?! I THINK YOU SHOULD BE ASKING WHY THEY WASHED UP IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Scarab, whose Caps Lock key is in good working order, has asked a good question which is based on a fundamental misconception. The phrase “washing up” has a number of connotations which are colourful, vivid, and entirely irrelevant to our scenario. Although many people see feet on a shore and assume they have washed up in some morbid tale, there is of course a much simpler – and more pertinent – way they could have arrived there.

The Kingdom of Canada is a vast and beautiful country, but an isolated one, with no neighbours at all in convenient travelling distance. This is unfortunate for the eager would-be tourists who want nothing more than to make a pilgrimage to John A. Macdonald’s land, that of the maple-tinged sunset and the beavers crowing dawn.

Air travel is almost impossible, due to the threat of dragons. Travelling by sea is likewise unfeasible, because the beavers are constantly flooding the regular byways of the boats with their architecturally wondrous dams. But despite these difficulties, Canada’s dedicated diaspora and touristry do not give up on setting foot on this sacred territory. If they could not sail or fly to Canada, they declared, then they would walk there.

In vain did naysayers remind these intrepid travellers that Canada is bounded by three shining seas, unwalkable except on the ocean floor. No, the prospective explorers simply acquired for themselves pairs of seven-league boots, to sidestep the matter of the ocean entirely.

But seven leagues is quite a distance, and, as we know, Canada is approximately two and a half months in the future in relation to the rest of the world. One foot might touch shore immediately, with the aide of the seven-league boots, but unless the wearer jumps, with both legs locked beside each other, there will still be a two and a half-month gap before the rest of the person arrives. It is during these months that disembodied feet appear to be standing on Canada’s shores; when enough time has passed, they will be joined by the rest of the person, who will no doubt remove their magic boots and set out to discover Canada.

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Disclaimer: this post is a work of creative lies. It is not Factually Deficient’s intention to make light in any way of the tragedies and accidents that may have led to the actual phenomenon discussed in the more factual article.