Much like nerds argue whether Kirk or Picard is the better starship captain (Picard), philosophers can’t seem to stop talking about infinity. This thought experiments assumes we have an infinite number of monkeys randomly typing on an infinite amount of keyboards over an infinite amount of time.
Because of how mind-numbingly infinite infinity really is, the probability of one of those monkeys eventually banging out the complete works of Shakespeare is 100 percent. This is because any story is just one long string of characters. And while the probability of randomly typing it out is incredibly small, it isn’t zero, so given an infinite period of time, it will occur. Unfortunately, the same holds true for Fifty Shades of Grey.
That doesn’t necessarily mean it would happen quickly though. Some mathematicians have theorized that it would take longer to achieve a pristine (error-free) replication than the current age of the universe.
Correction time! What you are saying would be correct given a finite number of monkeys. However, when dealing with an infinite number of monkeys it will take the time it takes a monkey to type, say Hamlet, to get a copy of Halmlet. In fact, when you have an infinite monkey army, Hamlet won’t be the first thing a single monkey types, but that an infinite number of monkeys type. And infinite copies of 50 Shades of Grey, The Fault in Our Stars, Hunger Games will also be produced, all by the end of the week if the monkeys are quick enough.
They are making How I Live Now into a movie and I don’t know how I feel about that except a little choked up. I loved that book so much, I hope they do it justice. This on top of Ender’s Game and The Fault in Our Stars. Plus Catching Fire. I just have a lot of feelings. I don’t want to have my personal worlds ruined by poor adaptions. There’s just something special about books.