Monday, August 19, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 156.08

“It's not so much stolen.” Frederick frowned. “You can't really claim an imp steals because an imp takes the potential for an object to exist rather than the object itself.” He shook his head. “I'm not being very clear, am I?”

“Clear as a bell.” Dill looked into a cardboard box full of things that only potentially existed and selected a HD SLR camera. He began to attach it to the front of Orias by bending some metal bracktes and bolting them to the tower unit containing most of the computer's CPUs.

“Oh, good.”

“Bearing in mind bells are generally made of bronze, brass or steel, none of which are generally noted for their transparent qualities.”

“Oh.” Frederick took a sip of his tea. Dill wondered if he ever got tired of drinking the same cup of lukewarm, stale tea over and over again but the ghost had little alternative. There wasn't exactly a supermarket for the recently departed, unless you counted the wilted carnations on a service station forecourt. “Jasfoup did explain this to me, once. It's all about assurance.”

“Insurance, you mean?”

“No. Assurance. The people Devious takes things from are quite certain no creature from the abyss could pop into existence and steal their goods that they remain quite certain their goods are right where they left them, so in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, they are.” He frowned again. “It's quantum.”

“Saying something is 'quantum' is generally shorthand for 'you have no idea how it works.'”

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