I never had the talk. I was simply commanded that I was not allowed to say what the location of a particle is, or ever touch the thingy, nor could I deny it exists even if it didn't and that it is guided by a pilot wave in front of a partice that the particle then follows.

In our world the wave created by our boat is a wake that trails behind us in an opposite fashion to the quantum world.

In the quantum world, space itself is felt to be energetically vibrating. It all reminds me of one of those old fashioned electric football games with the meandering linemen because of the amplitude and frequency of the vibrating field.

I would cheat and guide/massage the bits from going out of bounds. Little did I know I was quantum computing in 1961.