Pieter Cornelis Wonder, 1810
“Hey Einstein, are we going to fire this thing up today or not?” Dr. Field motioned at Dr. Lang who once again checked his calculations before giving the Okay to start the largest atom smasher the world has ever seen. Called Einstein because of his long unruly hair and the fact he was a brilliant mathematician.
“You know I’m concerned with the possibility of tearing the fabric of space. According to my calculations once this baby’s fired up we will be creating miniature black holes, and once we do that it’s possible one of them may be linked to another black hole and we’d be opening a tunnel through time and space. If that happens we won’t have any way to control it,” Dr Lang replied.
“You and your wormholes, we’ve got over three thousand physicist here to observe the culmination of their combined efforts, and you will make them wait for you to do more calculations? Let’s just start the damn thing,” He looked at Dr. Lang as he turned and saw the scarred side of his face and closed his eyes in revulsion. An experiment went errant and exploded burning the side of his face exposed to the blast. Though he had turned thirty five last month, the good side of his face was winkle free and he appeared to be in its early twenties. The bad side wrinkled and melted as it was by the heat made it impossible to tell if he was nine or ninety. He tried to date, but even though having a nice personality and being extremely intelligent women couldn’t get past his melted flesh.
“Wait! You know sometimes when a new collider is started we may need to abort the beam. If we have to do that, energy has to go somewhere, and I don’t know what’ll happen if that much energy is dumped somewhere it shouldn’t be? We’ll be dumping 10 Tera Watts of power.” Dr. Lang said as he returned the switches to their original positions that Dr. Field had switched them from.
“Don’t worry! You know the accelerator and collision halls here are deep enough underground, along with numerous safety precautions in place so there’s no danger.”
“So you say. Ten Tera Watts is half of the world’s total instantaneous power output. I can’t risk just dumping that anywhere.”
Dr. Field called Dr. Golden the director of the collider, “Dr, Lang is redoing his calculations and holding up the start of the entire experiment.”
Soon Dr. Lang spoke with the boss who told him, “You two are protected in the control room. The walls are impenetrable so you have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m not wor . . .”
“Just start the experiment;” Dr. Golden yelled into the phone, “You know the world’s foremost physicists are on hand to see the startup, and whatever you’re calculating has been done a thousand times already. I don’t believe any last minute calculations on your part will change anything.”
“Okay, the boss says to go ahead regardless of the consequences,” Dr. Lang engaged the startup and Dr. Field joined him in switching all the instruments on.
A humming sound filled the control room built in the center of the tunnels because protons would travel almost at the speed of light and the closer to the action the faster communication between instruments and collision, thus a better chance of recording any reaction that may only last a millisecond. A whirring sound filled the room as beams of antiprotons would be accelerated simultaneously with a counter-rotating beam of protons to an energy of 7 teraelectronvolts (TeV) of energy. When they collide the instruments would record every action and reaction.
No sooner had the scientists activated it than a bright deep purple light enveloped the entire facility, so bright and forceful it could have been the energy emanating from a slow motion explosion. Alarms sounded, evacuation procedures began.
“What is it? What’s happening?” Dr. Field asked
Looking at the video screens the Doctors In the fortified control room could see that the light penetrated everything, machinery and humans alike. Nothing stopped the strange light from penetrating. This light cast no shadows. Everything glowed purple and the scientists in the control room could see through the men running in fear as though they were looking through a fluoroscope.
The light moved in a circle and spun slowly in the beginning. Within seconds the spinning accelerated, and the light formed what looked like a purple tornado with the large end enveloping the collider and the vortex narrowing down as though looking into a long tunnel and the perspective caused the tunnel to appear closed at the small end. The revolutions increased continuously. Truly a tornado in reverse, it sucked in small objects through the large spinning light and sent them flying toward the small end of the vortex.
Doctors Field and Lang saw all this from the video monitors spread throughout the facility. “They better hurry up and evacuate, the suction is getting stronger every second,” Dr. Lang said.
“Oh shit! There they go,” Dr. Field pointed to one monitor that showed three men trying to hold on to a metal railing. They were horizontal, and the vortex sucked at them like a giant vacuum. One by one they let go of the rail and went spinning down the vortex until they were in so deep they vanished.
Soon there were hundreds of men and some women being spiraled down the vortex.
“Shut it down,” Dr. Field shouted.
“I’ve got every switch in the off position and nothing happens,” Dr. Lang said.
“Kill all the power then.”
“Sure, the main power switch is over there,” Dr. Lang pointed to the window where the switch could be seen on the other side of room, outside of the protective barrier of the control room.
“What in the hell is it doing over there. Whoever designed this thing must be an idiot,” Dr Field kicked the wall in frustration. He knew better than to cross to where the main switch was.
“By the way Field, the idiot who designed this section was you.” He looked at him with a half smile on the good side of his face. The melted side never smiled.
After a few minutes when it seemed every loose object or person had been sucked into the purple lighted vortex it coalesced into a spinning circle twenty feet in diameter and bounced around until it penetrated the tunnel and emerged outside the accelerator. As the light coalesced it became brighter and covered a smaller area until it formed a circle twenty feet in diameter.
They watched on the monitors as a rabbit crossed in front of the light. “The force of the suction has diminished, did you see the rabbit didn’t get sucked into the light. Let’s go see what’s going on.” Dr. Field said.
“You go ahead. I’m staying right here until I notify security that three hundred of the best minds in the world have been kidnapped,” he picked the telephone of the wall.
“Kidnapped? Are you crazy? That was a fucking tornado or another natural anomaly. How can you even think they were kidnapped?”
“I calculated the odds of three thousand of the world’s best physicist disappearing in one day and the odds are a million to one.”
“All right Einstein, I know you’re good with numbers, but this was an exceptional day. They were all in one spot on the same day and it got hit by a tornado or something.”
“Mathematics never lie, this event couldn’t be an accident.”
“Okay you stay here, I’m going out to see who’s left.”
Dr. Field saw that every loose object sucked into the vortex. Not one item not nailed down remained. He went outside wondering what the shimmering circle of purple light could represent. A light with these peculiarities and certainly not one twenty feet in diameter was new to him. Cautiously approaching, he got within twenty feet before he felt a force pulling him towards the light. Grabbing onto a tree, he stopped his forward motion.
“Here tie this around your waist,” Dr. Lang who had followed him from the control romm, handed him a rope at least a half inch in diameter. “I’ve got it anchored to the steel railings,” he pointed to the other end of the rope tied to a handrail leading to the building’s entrance.
Dr. Field held onto the tree and used one hand to wrap the rope around his waist before he let go of the tree. He then tied a secure knot. “Thanks, I thought the purple monster would suck me in like it did everyone else.”
“The suction is dying down and we have to figure out why and figure where everyone ended up who got sucked in,” Dr. Lang said.
“Figure, you’ve got a hell of a lot of figuring to do. What the hell is this? Where it came from, what’s it doing here and how long is it going to stay?”
“You forgot to ask where it leads.”
“I’m going to make a wild guess, according to my calculations, what happened was a worm hole opened between our time and the future. It’s being kept open by an inherent push in space-time that can keep the mouth of a wormhole open, but I’m more or less guessing.”
“How long do you think before the tunnel will close up and disappear? And what caused it to appear in the first place?” Dr. Field asked.
“If you would have let me finish my calculations I’d have an answer for you.”
Military vehicles with blazing lights poured into the compound and hundreds of soldiers ran into all the buildings. An officer yanked on the ropes holding the Doctors who stood staring at the circle of light. They turned at the feel of the tug and he waved for them to come to where he stood. The suction gained strength, and they had to go hand over hand on the anchored rope to get to him without being sucked into the light.
“I’m Commander Anderson — my orders are to evacuate everyone. He stepped back in alarm when he saw Dr. Lang’s face. “Do you need medical care? Your face is . . .” he saw the injury wasn’t new. “Where’s everybody else?”
Both scientists pointed to the light. It slowly spun on the point that touched the ground revealing the light from the side was less than a foot thick, but looking into the light, it appeared to extend into infinity.
“You’ve got to be kidding. There were over three thousand scientists here today,” he scratched his head not knowing if he should believe what they said or not. At that instant two of his soldiers overcome by curiosity walked toward the light. Dr. Lang yelled, “Get back, wat . . .” They got sucked into the circle of light and they went spinning down the vortex until disappearing from sight.
“Does that answer any other questions you had?” Dr. Lang asked.
“Are they dead?” The Commander asked.
“We don’t know, but I’d sure like to find out,” Dr. Field said.
“Here,” Dr. Lang handed the Commander an end of the rope. “Throw this toward the light and the suction should grab hold of it and suck it into the light.”
He coiled the rope and flung it as hard as he could towards the light. The suction pulled the rope, so it stood straight. One end attached to the railing and one end in the center of the light.
“Pull,” Dr. Lang shouted, and the Commander yanked on the rope. It came out of the light. Cleanly cut at the point where it had touched the light.
“God! Does that mean we can’t pull anyone out of there?” The Commander asked
“We can find out soon enough,” Dr. Lang said, “They’re some lab animals in cages that didn’t get sucked into the light. Let’s harness one and put it into the light and pull it back out and see if it survives. Commander, we’ll need one of your heavy vehicles with a winch on it to send the animal slowly into the light.”
The commander and three of his soldiers brought a Humvee with a winch attached to its front bumper. The Doctors rounded up two caged rats and three caged rabbits. Dr. Lang used surgical tape to affix one rat in a stretched position so he could put it in head first. He taped the other rat too, but in a reversed position so he could put it in rear-end first.
“Okay, here goes,” he tied the rope around his waist and attached the cable from the winch to the cage. “Give me enough slack on that cable to get close to the light. I only want part of the rat to go through.” Once the head went through the edge of light it disappeared. The body remained alive without its head. They could tell because the tail and hind legs moved like it was trying to back out of the light.
“Pull it out,” Dr Lang said.
A soldier started the winch and as it pulled the rat from the light blood spurted from where the head used to be.
“Apparently the animal remains alive while half in the light and half out.”
“I think this little guy is the second rat to ever go through a wormhole. Don’t worry little rat, you’re going to be famous as rat number two when this is all written in the history books.” Dr. Lang picked up the cage with the squealing, terrified bound rat, and attached the winch’s cable to the cage so the rat’s rear end would enter the light before its head. “We can observe if it’s painful inside the light by watching its reaction. Also we’ll get to see if it’ll live indefinitely, half in and half out of the light.”
The rat lived for an hour and appeared to be only frightened and not in pain before they tried to extract it. Once they extracted the cage it was cut neatly at the point where it had penetrated the purple light and the rear end of the rat got severed at the mark where it had penetrated.
“What’re we going to do?” Dr. Field asked
“I don’t know about you, but I’m tempted to step through that circle just to see what’s on the other side,”
“You know once any object goes into the light it’s not coming out again.”
“You’re right, I’m being impetuous, but we’ve got to find out if this is in fact a wormhole. If it is possibly those who have been drawn through it could be alive in another time and another place.”
“How’re we going to find out?”
“That’s the question I’ve been asking myself over and over.”
The entire world heard the news in shocked silence. Three thousand scientists disappearing on the same day in the same hour, practically at the same minute couldn’t be comprehended. All suspected a heinous plot by one or more nations to capture this accumulated brainpower for their own nefarious ends. Irrational thought was the reaction to this stupendous event. Most couldn’t conceive the implications of a wormhole appearing unexpectedly and extracting so much of humanities intelligence in one fell swoop.
An overexcited emergency meeting held at the U.N. ended up with nations accusing one another of being responsible. Only Dr. Lang had known what and why it happened, and he and Dr. Field were the only staff remaining from the management of the collider. They were put in charge of the investigation under Swiss military command because the facility was located in Switzerland. Members of all nations’ military that contributed to building the collider were present in smaller numbers.
Dr. Lang gathered as many theoretical philosophers and scientists as he could get to come to the area to meet and discuss different possibilities. The purplish glow from the light saturated the entire area in a ghostly glow. Any who met up with Dr. Lang in the dark usually let out a yelp at the sight of his disfigured face bathed in the purple light.
The eighty scientists met in a large conference hall where all had microphones to speak into when they had a viewpoint to express. They all had one and pandemonium reigned until Dr. Lang took control by yelling into his mike, “All this shouting will activate the light’s appetite for brains,” he laughed when silence filled the hall.
“My theory is that a wormhole has been opened between our time and another,” Dr. Lang said.
“How do you explain the suction if that’s the case?”
“A simple enough explanation, temperature and pressure differences are what caused the suction. The suction progressively gets weaker which leads me to believe those factors are equalizing.”
“Why were the rats sliced to pieces when they were pulled from the light?”
“This is all new to me, but I figure there’s tremendous one way pressure right now. But once that is equalized we may be able to enter and exit the wormhole without being harmed.”
The meeting went on and on for hours with so many scientific explanations Dr. Lang’s head spun.
The next morning there was no suction at all and Dr. Lang could walk up to the light and slide a rabbit’s cage with a rabbit in it into the light and extract the rabbit in one piece.
While he speculated what this development meant he heard a yell. “Some things or somebody is coming,” he looked into the light and saw in the distance what looked like many figures.
“Step back Doctor,” the Commander said, “I think we’re about to be invaded.” He alerted his troops and tanks and artillery pieces aimed at the center of the light.
“Wait, don’t shoot. This might be our guys returning.” He heard what sounded like a low wail. It got louder and as the figures got closer. Scientist and two soldiers popped out of the light and were apparently as healthily as they were when they went in. All of them kept running once they exited the light.
Once the returnees stopped running they were questioned by the military.
“It was deliberate kidnapping. They were looking for a specific scientists and they weren’t sure which one it was they wanted from where they were so they took all of us,” one of the returned scientists complained.
“Did they extract any information from you or any of the other personnel they took through the wormhole?”
“Yes they did.”
“See, I knew it. Arm those nukes. We’ll teach these characters not to mess with our planet,” the commanding officer said.
“Don’t do that, you misunderstood me. When I said they extracted information it wasn’t what you think,” the scientist explained and all the other returnees who heard what was going on tried to join in to tell the commanding officer what really happened.
“Calm down,” the commanding officer put his arms in the air to signal silence and once they all quieted down he said to the scientists he spoke to, “Please tell me what’s going on.”
“Well, once we got sucked through the wormhole to the future Earth there were thousands and thousands of teenage girls waiting for us. They passed us one by one through the crowd.”
“Passed you to where or who?” The commander asked.
“Passed us to the ground once they saw we weren’t who they were looking for.”
“Well, who in the hell were they looking for?”
“You won’t believe it unless I tell who was looking and why.”
“Okay, so tell me, and hurry up.”
“This feat wasn’t perpetrated by scientists at all, but by teenage geeks from 2,999. Evidently building wormholes is a common occurrence in their time and all that is needed is a power source. All they had to do was look in their history videos to see the exact time the Atom smasher would start up. They simply hijacked the Tevs needed once it started and opened a wormhole to our time.”
“Damn troublemaking kids,” muttered the commanding officer.
“Wait until you hear why they did it,”
“Do I want to hear why?”
“I think you better listen, they’re going to come here.”
“Call the U.N. Tell them there’s an invasion force coming. You men, arm your weapons. All you civilians, out of here now. This is considered a war zone from this time on. ”The commander barked orders at everyone until he heard.
“Calm down commander, the only ones coming are teenage girls.”
“Teenage girls,” he repeated dumbfounded by this news.
“That’s right after inspecting each and every one of us without finding who they were looking for they decided to come and get him.”
“But they can’t come to the past from the future. Physics states that if something didn’t exist in our time it can’t be sent here from the future.”
“Whatever physics says, they found a way to overcome whatever laws caused someone to theorize that.”
“Okay, enough of the scientific talk. Tell me who’s coming here and why?”
“Have you ever watched videos of Elvis or the Beatles?”
“What’s that got to do with our current situation?”
“If you watched the videos you must have noticed how crazy the girls were, screaming, fainting, and tearing their clothes off . . . .”
“Get to the god damn point will you.”
“That’s who is coming here, crazy teenage girls. But brace yourself for when you first see them.”
“Okay, I’ll bite, what’s so unusual about them?” the commander asked.
The scientist didn’t get a chance to answer as a horde of teenage girls exited from the light faster than anyone could count. They surrounded Dr. Lang screaming and swooning.
“Look,” Dr. Field said, “every last one of them has a disfigured face exactly like Dr. Lang’s.”
The commander looked and couldn’t believe his eyes. Half beautiful women fell at Dr. Lang’s feet. The commander took him by the arm and escorted him to a secure area where the shouting girls couldn’t get to him.
The girls surrounded the building and wouldn’t leave. Dr. Field interviewed a few girls to understand what was happening.
“You won’t believe this Einstein, but you’re the reason for the wormhole and for these girls being here.”
“How can that be?”
“You’ve got the face that launched a wormhole,” he laughed at his own joke. “Genetic experiments ran wild from our century well into the 22nd Century and somehow the human female genome got screwed up and every female born after the 23rd Century is born with half her face disfigured, much as yours is. Over the years the deformity became a beauty symbol. The more wrinkled, melted, deformed, or ugly their face is by our standards, the more beautiful by theirs.
“Their problem is all the males don’t have any deformities and are considered ugly. Genomic experiments were outlawed after the plague deformed all females so they don’t have any way to create males to match. Some guys take blow torches to their faces to try to become beautiful, but that makes a poor copy of the women’s beauty.
“A satellite T.V. signal with news about the accelerator got picked up by future Earth. The geeks figured out how to do that too. Once they saw your beautiful face: their words, not mine, they clamored to open a portal between their time and ours so they could come and convince you to return with them to father their children in the hopes the children would be as beautiful as you. Their geek friends used the energy from the collider to open the wormhole for them.”
“I never calculated something like this happening,” Dr Lang said.
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