Granted.
An infinite quantity of ice cold water now exists within the exact dimensions of your water bottle.
Water has mass.
Granted, it’s now a portal to the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. Once you open it, a stream of water will shoot out with a pressure of 300 Bar. Enough to cut steel.
And it will. not. stop.And, as if to add insult to literal injury, it’s salt water!
Hrm, is it not drinking water then? I do like the concept of that infinite supply being under ultra-extreme pressure.
Granted, the water bottle contains an infinite block if ice that melts very, very slowly, releasing a few drops of cold water every time you try to drink.
Granted, you have a nice full water bottle. As you open it, it starts spurting water that freezes as soon as it reaches rest. The shock of ice on your skin causes you to drop the bottle. Quickly the bottle is covered in a layer of ice except for where new water keeps jetting out. Before you know it your home is encased entirely in ice. A few weeks later it’s your whole town.
Granted. It’s infinite but comes out in barely a trickle and only fills up to an eighth of a teaspoon at a time so you can’t just wait for the whole thing to fill up slowly. It’s never quite enough to get a quenching swallow. Even if you’re letting the drips accumulate in your mouth, it takes so long that your jaw hurts before a decent amount accumulates.
Granted, but it is endless because it supplies itself with water from your blood.
