Suburban Singularity

Author : TJMoore

At 4:53 EST Ben Freen flicked the switch.

An instant later the little sphere of quantum foam, gallium oxide and carbon began to get hot. It started to glow red and then white. It was power! Unending, unwavering, ever-increasing power! He had created a source of power unlike anything ever known! Unexpectedly, the ceramic points it was resting on began to crumble and melt. Ben quickly placed a bucket of water under the table. Realizing the possible results, he turned and fled. The little sphere was now so bright and hot that it dropped through the table in a flash and into the bucket, which immediately exploded into a room full of super-heated steam. The garage hissed for just a moment and then exploded outward from the intense pressure of the steam. Then it started to burn. As soon as the structure immediately over the sphere had vaporized, an intense light filled the sky as the sphere became a miniature sun burning an every widening hole in the back yard of a small Cleveland home.

Meanwhile, one quantum layer away,
At 4:53 EST Ben Freen flicked the switch.

An instant later the little sphere of quantum foam, gallium oxide and carbon became jet black and then covered with frost. Not understanding what was happening, Ben reached out and touched the darkening object. His finger became instantly numb and then black as the skin froze and then evaporated in a mist of little crystals that swirled to the table top as they fell. The little sphere became colder an blacker and the air began to swirl around it as energy was sucked from the surrounding environment into the sphere. The ceramic points on which the sphere rested began to crumble as their molecules began to sublime into cold, powder vapor. Sensing impending disaster, Ben turned and fled. The sphere landed with a dull thud on the table which began to crack and vibrate as the atomic bonds within the atoms that made up its surface began to break. A light breeze began to blow through the door and the interior of the garage became opaque with fog from the condensing air. A pool of water formed around the perimeter of the garage while a tornado of evaporating mist rose from the frozen pool beneath the table. When the sphere dropped through the table and onto the frozen pool it made a loud crack that tore the ice to tiny crystals that rushed toward the sphere but evaporated before they ever touched its now ebony black surface. A gale force wind was now blowing directly into the sphere and the garage imploded with a muffled crumpling sound. The rubble seemed to bend and then vanish into the place where the sphere had been. The sphere now appeared to be a point into which everything around it was receding. The sky began to darken and snow began to blow toward the point which was slowly sinking into an ever widening hole in the back yard of a small Cleveland home.