A satire of social polarization, dysfunctional government, and economic inequality.
Chapter I: Day/Page 5 CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY. . . . The good news is that there is only one tiny spot—one bad seat, if you will—in our symphony-hall universe where the waves of these colliding big-bangs will obliterate each other. Elsewhere in both universes the crashing cosmic waves will blithely pass through each other unimpeded. The bad news, however, is that that one bad seat just happens to be home to millions of stars, thousands of inhabited planets, countless life, and, as fickle fate would have it, is where we find ourselves literally and metaphorically sitting. It is what the more saccharine among us would call “Home-Sweet-Home.”
Until just two weeks ago the Academy of LAAC had the situation with the GOD Wave under control, because a century ago they placed a device called a “Wobble” on the smallest of the three moons of Capistrano, since that is where the scientists calculated the leading edge of the GOD Wave would hit. The Wobble will cause a miniscule jolt when the crashing waves of the two universes collide, thus eliminating their disruptive effect and allowing the waves to pass through each other unimpeded.
This will happen 413 days from now, which, until recently, was a date the scientists of Gâia were excitedly anticipating. But now, regrettably, because the three ancient nuclear missiles will destroy the Wobble in 187 days, the scientists are all—as one professor so succinctly put it—“pretty much shitting their pants.”
To prevent the destruction of the Wobble, and consequentially the end of their world, the Academy tried opening a spatial-wormhole to Capistrano last week so they could send a ship there to intercept and destroy the missiles. But unfortunately the leading edge of the GOD Wave is causing severe electromagnetic disruptions in the region, and solar flares on a nearby star, making it impossible to sustain a viable wormhole.
Without a spatial-wormhole to shorten the vast distance of space, the soonest anyone can get a ship to Capistrano is about two years from now—which is a good ten months too late. Having a ship arrive then is kind of pointless, since there won’t be anything there to arrive to. By then the three nuclear missiles would have hit the moon and wiped out the Wobble. And the GOD Wave, in turn, would have hit and wiped out the moon—along with Capistrano, Gâia, and a broad, sickle-shaped swath of the Andromeda Galaxy, home to thousands of inhabited worlds.
Obviously that plan was less than ideal.
No one now believed . . . TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW
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