We All Still Love You Harry 

                                                               light brown ooze 

          Bill was having a hard time getting to sleep. Things were a lot easier when they 

were kids in Boston and they were planning where to take their bikes the next day. They all 

got along fine. They didn't even mind that Evelyn was a girl. She went everywhere with them. 

"How in the world can you change data positions to something that duplicates living tissue"? Bill 

was totally stopped here. "OK, you can copy pictures accurately. As accurately as you'd like. 

So? All you can do with that is use it as some sort of template to create some sort of duplicate - 

ink on paper, paint on plastic, you could even etch metal surfaces, so? It's not going to be the

 same thing, of course, it's going to be a copy, something that looks like the original. It won't be

a real 50 dollar bill. With the right paper, you could probably pass it, but you'd be risking more 

jail time than was worth the investment no matter how you look at it." He started thinking about

 credit cards and magnetic codes and he thought he glimpsed a solution, but it went by so

 quickly, he went back to what really bothered him and it was "real transfer", not passable 

 copies, but real transfer, like when you mail a real letter to someone instead of sending a 

message online. He and Harry talked about this. Harry explained the basics to him. He'd ask: 

"well what is the real object? The real object's atomic and molecular structure is continually 

changing in real time. So what is the original real object and how close does an ever so

 slightly changed original object from the original have to be to say 'OK' good enough?" .Then 

he'd start in on the "Blip Theory of Reality" where we were all very tiny blips of mass flashing 

through the day to whatever degree of precision you require - you know - Newton's delta x 

requirements - tell me what degree of accuracy you require and I submit that half of that will 

always satisfy you.First year calculus."  They were in the same calculus class at MIT. So was

Evelyn. 'No, he said, you could build an entire universe on that basis and Newton would

 always be the referee whenever someone objected to the "truth of motion" based on tiny little

 increments of change, but it's not really like that. We live in a continuous perfect universe

 Aristotle was right. The supreme being would not create something that wasn't perfect. So

 what are these atoms and electrons and all that stuff then.? They're our own inability to see

 clearly and say we know and the use of our machines instead to measure things and dictate

 values that we assign to  the measuring devices rather than the true values. Mass is not little

 tiny atoms or even  smaller particles. It's brown ooze." Then Bill would start to crack up and 

they'd both drink some more  beer and laugh together..