It was a most discouraging day for the poor line worker. The man sank down wearily
into his favorite TV chair. It had been one hell of a day, what with all the re-org
going on at the office. He couldn't’t help feeling that he had been demoted and would
have to drive an hour each way to reach the new location. There had been layoffs
of course, and he had narrowly missed it after bumping rights. Still he had taken
some else's job and he felt guilty. Already the stress was eating into him... he
needed to calm down... stare at the "tube" for a while. He grabbed the remote control
and pressed the "on" button.
On a world quite apart from the man's world we just visited, the top scientists were
being awarded for an amazing achievement in quark physics. Their proof of the "Big
Bang" theory underlined how the universe was originally set into motion when a "force
channel" suddenly appeared, thus imparting massive repulsive forces to the many galaxies
in the known universe. The evidence of this theory, known as "red shift" , had been
seen by astronomers for decades ( after all, it should take light longer to reach
us on something moving away, which kind of stretches the light colour a bit). Only
now, however, had the high energy particles which come from such vast forces been
detected. These particles, being so energetic that they simply pass though anything,
were now showing up in a massive underground water tank. After all the fanfare died
down, a small team of scientists presented the anti-climax to this. They suggested
that a major collision could happen in a thousand years based on the speeds of the
moving galaxies they had observed. Not many people took this desertation seriously.
The weary man watching TV had only seen about 5 minutes of the news before he started
snoring. The remote control slid from his fingers onto the armrest. The only thing
holding up his arm was a fold in his jacket.
Far away, and a thousand years of their time later, their world was in turmoil. A
collision between their planet and the outer planet of the galaxy was now imminent.
Various computer simulations had been run and all predicted a catastrophic outcome.
The final hope was gone... they had only weeks to prepare for what was coming.
500 years earlier, someone had dusted off an old report detailing orbital trajectories
of their world and another one. From the ancient science, it appeared possible that
a collision could take place. A moot point now... it had taken a further 150 years
to convince the world's government that it would really happen.
Finally the project had begun. The massive orbital ship would accept what was left
of the world's population after the birth control program. At this point in time
it was quite important to complete the work on the ship's "singularity" drive...
only this would have enough power to reach the next inhabitable planet. The super
dense mass main component was 2/3 up to critical and once past that point it would
continue to consume matter on it's own and produce the power need to accelerate the
ship. That was 100 years ago... before the accident.
Research is not guaranteed product and the ship's fate was sealed with the raw drive
material vanishing into the wormhole it created. No matter what follow up plans were
brought out by many scientific venues, no feasible way to evacuate the world's population
was now possible. Several private expeditions had left the world in small ships,
but their fate was in most likelihood worse than what awaited those who remained.
Now there was a week left. Under the circumstances, what was left to do? As a last
desperate act, a massive prayer session was held every evening; despair and doubt
were in everyone's mind. God was the only hope left.
Back in the weary man's living room, a fly buzzed around the man's ears. A reflex
swat in a dream state moved the man's arm out and down onto the remote control. The
hand came down on the "off" button. In the TV set, a relay de-energized; the current
flowing into the set now drained through various wires and circuits to ground in
the opposite direction. Electrons which had been interacting with the various components
now reversed course to flow away from them.
For centuries, scientists in the colliding worlds had attempted to explain the sudden
"force tunnel" which had appeared at the moment of certain annihilation. The worlds
suddenly reversed direction ( a sort of "anti big bang") which saved not only their
world but who knows how many other worlds around them. Yet there were some scientists
still gloomy, for now it appeared that the universe was contracting and disaster
was again looming centuries in the future.
The similarities between the universe as we see it though a telescope and the swirling
electron clouds we see through a tunneling electron microscope are startling. Could
it be coincidence or is this the true nature of our infinite universe? Can the fate
of our world be determined by someone's unknowing flick of a switch? Can perhaps
God's interaction need only be to send a fly in a certain direction?