posted on Mar, 19 2008 @ 09:07 PM
"Mr. President, we'll need to initiate the Heliospheric Teleportation sequence in three minutes."
The noise of the bunker rushes in as the president's door closes behind him. The strategic analyst liaison hands him a memo before quickly
disappearing back into the organized chaos.
"Solar Activity Increasing..." he reads.
Teleporting the entire heliosphere into intergalactic space is risky enough. The risks during a solar maximum are incalculable. But, what choice do
we have? There is no way we can put this off any longer.
Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Tom standing in front of him.
"Sir, our sensors indicate their anti-gravitron pulse weapon has been discharged. We are now tracking 1,721 oort cloud objects inbound. The first
object will hit the heliopause in nine minutes."
"Our intelligence was correct. Thank you, Major."
Meanwhile, three miles above on the planet's surface, the tranquil scene gave no hint of the perilous situation unfolding. Sleepy houses on rolling
hills stretch out into the night. At the end of a lonely cul-de-sac sits an old Victorian home. The soft glow from a half buried basement window is
the only sign that anyone is awake.
Locked away in his basement, surrounded by a triple faraday cage, the young professor finishes the final preparations for his experiment. The smell
of burnt metal permeates the small basement. A dusty tesla coil can be seen off in a corner. The long oak table, with it's deep gashes and burn
marks, is cluttered with wire fragments and magnets. A single light bulb hangs with an oblivious finality.
"It's done." he mutters, setting down the soldering iron. Taking a long drink of water he glances approvingly over his work. A twisted array of
coils and magnets stare back at him. Flipping a sequence of switches, he sends the alternating charges to the faraday cages. The soft hum of
electricity fills the room as the overhead light bulb dims. Setting down his now empty glass he reaches over and turns the machine on.
With a deafening sound the basement goes dark.
"What happened, Major?!"
"Sir, it looks like we had a coronal mass ejection at the precise moment of the jump. We haven't gone anywhere."
"What's our operational status?"
"It appears our telemetry array was damaged, Sir. We can still initiate another jump but we won't know the direction."
"Make it happen, Major."
Bumping his leg into the end of the oak table, the young professor makes his way to the circuit breaker. Click, Click. Nothing. Stumbling up the
creaky stairs he opens the basement door and steps into the engulfing dark of the kitchen. Fumbling for a few seconds he finds the drawer with the
flashlight. Click, Click. Nothing. He looks around, wondering why his vision hasn't adjusted yet. Then a faint glow catches the corner of his
eye. It's coming from the kitchen window.
As he steps outside, a cold chill runs up his spine. The neighbor's house is dark. He slowly walks down the driveway towards the street.
Everyone's house is dark.
Then he notices it. There is no sound. No crickets, no distant cars; nothing, but a deafening silence.
Looking towards the end of the street he waits for someone to come outside; his eyes darting back and forth trying to make out even the slightest
movement. He stands there for what seems like an eternity. Surely someone notices the blackout. He slowly makes his way down the row of houses
towards the stop sign. As he reaches the end of the sidewalk he is greeted by the same eerie silence and impenetrable darkness. To the left he
notices a car stopped right up the block. He sprints to the car, but finds the car empty. Looking towards downtown, he starts to walk.
Having lost count of how many empty cars he's passed, he sits down in exhaustion and defeat. As he rests his head in his hands, a glimmer of light
towards his feet catches his attention. He looks down into a small puddle of water. As the ripples die down a soft white crescent takes shape. The
faint glow, he remembered. He looked up. It was the moon. A barely visible sliver hanging high above his head. He pauses. His heart skips.
"Where are the stars?"