(hi hi tysm for readin. vote if u r so inclined, and thank u. last chapter was a little nuts and so is this one but in a better way hopefully so :D)
(i also wrote this very quick and very choppy so forgive me for that, but hopefully it still makes sense)
"What is 'entropy'? Can anyone tell me?"
The class remained quiet. Mrs. Ghim tapped the board in front of us in some attempt to grasp our attentions and redirect them in the early dawn.
Kensley raised her hand. "Isn't it just randomness in molecules?"
"Sort of," Mrs. Ghim said, her shoulders sagging a little with relief. She tapped the board again, showcasing an array of solvent and solute molecules in a poorly drawn array of colored dots. "'Entropy' is, in simpler terms, disorder. Randomness, as Kensley said. In terms of our molecules here, it means there's a large amount of phase states and arrangements, so on. This applies to energy. Basically—" She drew several more dots. "—it's a measure of how chaotic these molecules disperse themselves."
I scrunched my nose. Chemistry was never up my alley, you see, but you could argue my mind itself had one of the highest entropies of all.
"Why?" Jake said. "The universe goes crazy?"
Mrs. Ghim shook her head, not getting the joke or not caring enough to because Mrs. Ghim was a woman beyond pleasing prepubescents. She pushed her bangs back, setting the marker down to return to the activity.
"You could say that," she said. "There is a natural tendency in the universe towards disorder."
I never heard the term again, or at least not beyond that classroom and poor, tired Mrs. Ghim, but like the few laws of chemistry I'd retained in my life, like oil and water don't mix and don't set alcohol on fire, I had to say it made rationalizing easier.
"Is there ever such thing," I asked, my hand raising for the first and last time in that class, "as an entropy of zero?"
Mrs. Ghim and the class turned their gaze to me. She considered that with pinched brows, like sifting through the possibility of no tumult no lawlessness just peace. I eyed her, and in hindsight, maybe it was a plea.
"Theoretically," she decided on. "But in reality, I guess not."
"Why not?"
"You'd have to be at absolute zero, and that's impossible to reach."
"So there's no way?"
She hummed, her gaze on me like she could see some plea behind the innocent, sophomore chemistry-induced question, as if eight AM was long enough in the day to simply understand someone.
"No," she said. "No, there isn't."
Zero entropy.
Peace.
Perfect. You cannot be perfect.
In theory, in hindsight, it was all relative and unreal. The world of science and dreams had more in common than they would ever come to admit.
Disorder was in our blood, wired in our veins. We were born into disorder. We were born into chaos and discord and disarray. How strange was it to dream of 'perfect' when we were created by imperfection?
Entropy.
If the universe had a natural tendency towards disorder, we had no chance against it. Who fought the universe? Who fought the universe and won?
Perfect. We are not perfect. We are many things, a hundred ideas, a thousand things, and we are not perfect.
We are made by and for entropy.
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