All the others went home, I was working alone
in the lab on a Saturday night.
Would they just not believe? Could they just not conceive
the gravity of our plight?
They had said it was safe, “relax and have faith.”
They’d finished all their calculations,
but I couldn’t let go, as I paced to and fro
I sensed a much deeper implication.
It sounded absurd, but I knew what I’d heard
from a stranger who’d ‘come from outside.’
I’m smart like a fox, but this was outside the box,
and I’d have sensed it if he had lied.
He said we were ‘near to our innermost fear’
and he said, ‘if we didn’t shut it down…’
‘The universe we know we would surely blow’
and, ‘nothingness then would abound.’
He told me of time, and he told me of space,
then he showed me how everything’s one.
He was very sincere, as he showed how severe
it would be if we finished our run.
Then he walked toward the stair, and he just wasn’t there.
He had vanished without any warning.
As I checked all the locks, I looked up at the clock;
we had talked through the night until morning.
Now I’ve troubled my mind for the longest time,
to get to the bottom of this;
how something this strange and of such a grand range
could even come to exist.
I stay late again, in the lab after ten
in search of the ‘quantum entangled.’
I have to break through, make them see it’s all true
or everything’s going to get mangled.
Still looking for proof, but the answer’s aloof,
the stress of it shows on my face,
as I fill all the boards with numbers galore
‘till I finally run out of space.
So I fire up the Cray, and turn on the array.
I begin to enter the data.
At quarter to one, I’m still not having fun,
when a processor says, ‘sayonara.’
I sit in the chair, just pulling my hair.
My head is still aching from thinking,
as I swap out a skuzzy, “should the logic be fuzzy?”
and the fried electronics keep stinking.
Then the little grey man, who’d put forth this plan
appears without any warning,
“My patience grows thin,” (didn’t see him come in,
but I know the encounter won’t be boring).
I sit there enthralled, enraptured, then appalled,
yet I feel he’s avoiding the core.
In the boldness of youth, I demand the truth,
but he says that he can’t tell me more:
“You’ll just have to take, for survival’s sake,
the veracity of what I’ve outlined,
for the whole of it all is so wide and so tall,
that the truth wouldn’t fit in your mind .”
Just a foray into a different ring of thought (inference intended). Inspired by a book I recently read called “Blasphemy” which was written by Douglas Preston. It was an improbable scenario set in a technically inaccurate framework, imho, but it was still a fun romp.
There are, however, A LOT of highly qualified scientists who are not satisfied that the odds of creating a stable black hole or strangelet with a supercollider are not zero. They say that the odds of something like that happening are comparable to the odds of winning the powerball five times in a row, but you never know do you? As I said, the odds are NOT zero.
Technical note: “skuzzy” =SCSI, and yes, it would probably not be SCSI, but rather SATA these days (for all the nitpickers out there) and there would be multiple RAID’s. Give me a little slack: I needed a word that rhymed. :)
Also an attribution: “The truth wouldn’t fit in your mind” is derivative of a similar line in the movie “The Forgotten” by M. Night Shyamalan. I believe the original line was, “The truth wouldn’t fit in your head.” That sent chills down my spine.
_ “The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, but stranger than we can imagine.”_ (this quote, and variations of it, has/have been attributed to various scientists, but mostly to geneticist J.B.S. Haldane