“So how do I get to stabilise information in the quantum realm?” I asked Prim.
“First, what’s your name? I don’t even know you.”
“You can call me Vance.”
“Hmm. Okay, Vance,” she paused, “If you want to get things to be stable here, then you have to feel.”
“How?” I asked.
“You need to understand that your emotions are also information. What you feel affects the world around you.”
“I hear that every time in the real world…”
“What do you mean by real world?” Prim asked, interrupting me. “Do you mean to say that my world is any less real than yours.”
“That’s not what I mean, Prim. I just wanted to say that in the world of big things, emotions don’t really matter.”
Prim’s face grew dour.
“That’s sad,” she said. “Can you do this in your world?”
Before I could reply, Prim disappeared.
“What the? Prim, where are you?” I panicked.
I suddenly felt a nudge on my back. I turned back abruptly. I saw nothing.
“Prim, is that you? How are you even doing this?”
Next, I heard her voice all over the quantum space around me. It echoed. I turned round and round and still didn’t see her.
“Emotions,” she echoed.
“Okay, okay, I got you. Could you come back now?”
I felt another nudge on my back.
“Could you just stop doing that?”
I turned and there she was, grinning from ear to ear.
“Your turn,” she said.
“My turn, what? Do you expect me to do what you just did?”
“Just remember, Vance, nothing is impossible.”
“I hear that in my world all the time,” I replied.
“Just remember to be calm. You have to relax your frequency.”
“What does that even mean, my frequency?”
“Grandma explains it better, she taught me everything.”
“You have a grandma in this place? Wow!” I exclaimed, in apparent shock.
I was just in awe of everything. How is it even possible that a family can live here in the quantum world where everything is a billion times smaller? I was filled with anticipation, I just wanted to know as much I could about this world I’ve shrinked myself in.
“So how do we get to her? Do you guys have like cars or something?”
“Hold me,” Prim said.
I held her with questions on my mind.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Ready for what?”
“Aaaaah!” I screamed above my quantum lungs.
It was as if my body was leaving ghosts behind, like I was fading somehow. And we were whisking through this narrow-like tube. It was the scariest thing I had ever experienced.
“What was that?” I asked, panting.
“That, my friend, is quantum tunnelling. It’s how we travel here,” she grinned mischievously.
“And what was that thing happening to me? I felt like I was a ghost or something.”
“It’s called phasing. My goodness, how do you guys travel in your world?”
To be continued. Thanks for reading, guys. Quantum Prim is a story that metamorphosed from a previous story, Operation Get My Post Back. I’m as ecstatic as you are about where this is going. Thanks again for reading.