Saturday, September 13, 2008

singularity

Day 16 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

.....................................................................................................

Today’s Saturday Scribes prompts include a picture as well as a headline, theme and three words. I chose to stick with only the headline and three words which were;

Headline: “Disillusioned Angel Warns Of Too Much Pressure”

Words: locomotive, curious, temperament.

.....................................................................................................

As I watch the rocket alight, I have no words for the emotions I’m feeling.

The world is utterly doomed.

It will end on June 25th, 2031 at precisely 5:52:24 AM.

This is not some doomsday soothsayer’s prediction of a natural holocaust, no alien invasion or Skynet launched nukes, but derived from concrete, scientific information based upon repeatable quantifiable experiments and facts.

And I wish it weren’t so.

Saying we had no warning, as the media loves to do, is completely false. We had plenty of time to change, to shut down the experiments but we, driven by our insane curious natures, would not heed the facts until it was too late.

He came to us. Walked right into the top security area of the Large Hadron Collider control room. Some thought he was Jesus, others and angel. Perhaps he was the devil himself. It does not matter. He told us to shut it down, that we would destroy the world if we did not stop.

Naturally we called security, but before he was escorted out he said many things - things you can’t possibly know without PHDs in several various theoretical fields.

He warned us that by smashing together protons at such intense temperature and pressure we would destroy everything that had been or ever would be. This stern warning laced with incredible facts is what eventually lead us to do the experiments and we found that he was right.

We had doomed the world. And we coldly calculated exactly when it would end. Just under ten years and there is not a damn thing we can do about it.

We were only trying to delve into the workings of reality, smashing protons together at near the speed of light. With as much energy as two locomotives meeting head on at three hundred miles per hour, we collided protons and saw the mind of god.

How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?

Critical mass was reached two months before we shut it down. Too late to undo the hundreds of mini black holes that fell to the center of Earth’s solid iron core. On there own, mini black holes do nothing much, but if enough get together at the core - a large enough singularity will form to swallow everything including light.

Already, ten years off, the world’s tectonic plates grind against each other like never before and the diameter of the Earth has shrunk by nearly one half of one percent. The storms are incredible and much of the world’s life already suffers.

The rocket I watch sends a warning to space for others. It will just manage to escape the pull of the singularity we are creating.

If nothing else, we can say that in the end at least we did something unselfish.

I stare into the eye of infinity and find it is a point with no point.

Had we listened in faith to the visitor and taken immediate action, we would have survived.

But we had no faith and only science.

And it doomed us all.

No comments:

Post a Comment