[ WP ] Suddenly and without warning , lag and latency starts to happen in everyday life instead of just the Internet .

`` Do n't you'' he asked, paused, then continued, `` see it? ``, he said, suddenly wiping his glasses on his shirt tail, then just as suddenly having them back on his face, `` It explains so much.'' His face flicked through different expressions, making it hard to follow. `` Quantum tunneling. Possibly even quantum entanglement, if we'', another lag, `` were just missing the quantum level causes because they happen during the lag.'' 
 
 I fought off a minor wave of nausea while I tried to parse his disconnected phrases. `` No,'' I said, then spun about trying to locate him, since he had apparently moved to a different part of the room at some point, `` No, I'm not buying it.'' Damn it. Could n't he at least sit down somewhere? Did he not have trouble tracking people too? `` It's just *you* trying to bring the word'quantum' into everything,'' I concluded as quickly as I could. 
 
 `` Well,'' he began, then his head did a disconcerting series of movements disturbingly reminiscent of Max Headroom as he gathered his thoughts, `` Well, it only *started*'' ( pause, arms suddenly outstretched in a grand sweeping gesture, then with a sudden jerk like dropped frames arms suddenly at his side again ) `` at the quantum level,'' he continued. `` But it's clearly,'' ( pause, head turned to one side thoughtfully ) `` gone beyond that now, of course.'' 
 
 `` So why now?'' I asked, and heard my own voice echo in ways that could n't be adequately explained by geometry of the room. 
 
 He spasmed his way through a jerky shrug, and replied, `` Universe is expanding, right?'' His shook his head in what should have been a commonplace gesture, but with the lag entered way too far into the uncanny valley for my liking, then said, `` Distances expanding. Entropy. Chaos exploding all the time.'' I wondered whether that was how he actually said it or if I was missing words. `` Processor could n't keep track of it all indefinitely.'' 
 
 `` Processor? *What* bloody processor?'' 
 
 `` Holographic universe, my man,'' he told me, then started sipping on the coffee I had n't seen him pouring. `` Was bound to have a,'' he said, `` projector somewhere,'' he continued, `` right?'' 
 
 `` So what do we,'' I started, but he was suddenly not there anymore. Irritated, I spun around, finally locating him near the door, with his hat in his hand, `` What do we do about it?'' I asked. 
 
 He blinked several times in a way that seemed far too rapid, and suddenly his hat was on his head. `` Do?'' he asked, `` Well, I guess,'' he considered, `` wait for the server to reboot.'' 
 
 Very helpful, I did n't think. 
 

