Ode to Self-Correcting Quantum Computers

With apologies to Radiohead’s “There, there”:

in pitch dark i go walking in your codespace.
broken errors trip me as i speak.
just ’cause you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there.
just ’cause you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there.
There’s always decoherence
Singing you to shipwreck
(Don’t reach out, don’t reach out
Don’t reach out, don’t reach out)
Steer away from these errors
We’d be a decohering disaster
(Don’t reach out, don’t reach out
Don’t reach out, don’t reach out)
just ’cause you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there.
(there’s information on your shoulder)
(there’s information on your shoulder)
just ’cause you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there.
(there’s information on your shoulder)
(there’s information on your shoulder)
There there!
Why so green and incoherent?
and incoherent
and incoherent
heaven sent you to me
to me
to me
we are accidents
waiting waiting to be corrected.
we are accidents
waiting waiting to be corrected.