![]() ![]() ![]() But I haven’t stopped the rumor that I possess terrible powers. This world knows me as a pitiable but plucky refugee making an honest go of it. I never remove my probability containment suit. My backstory of destroying my universe amounts to a street cred I only fantasized about back home. This universe slots neatly into a hermeneutic where my sins may not be so bad. It is as much for my understanding as anyone’s. Who do I intend to read this exegesis? I have not profiled a readership. I have become a lexicographer of superheroes. The Morphogenetic Field Technician (/Richardson) I was in the middle of a superhero origin story. I realized I had trapped myself in a literary device. A lab in a parallel Duluth where I’d never existed, where no one knew of my crimes. In this lab, I could harness the strange energies I’d discovered in unlikely universes far from our own. I opened the hatch and stepped out amidst a swirl of vapor. The sphincter-clenching underground lab disaster had been replaced with a tranquil dream lab. The computer saw I wanted a soft physics akin to the science fantasy of comic books. McPurdy encountered universes so bizarrely insane that even the strongest minds would have been unable to cope. It is rare to explore least likely universes. I range bodiless across an array of files sorted by deviation from reality. Shifting parameters flutter like thumbs through pages of an infinite catalog. ![]() “Computer,” I say, “Lock onto my subjective mental coordinates and engage!” The familiar experience envelops me, light stabbing through the porthole until boundaries go indistinct. Is there a murder to the 1000 th power? How do you atone for the manslaughter of every inhabited planet ever to come? But your honor, if there are infinite universes, who cares if I destroy just one more?” Can I survive the guilt? “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, what I am about to confess will redefine guilt itself. The suit should contain it … Nerves tighten around my heart like a claw. My probability contamination might destroy whatever universe I flee to. “The Sphere is a dimensional teleporter.” (/Richardson)Īll goes dark except the instrument panel. But those probabilities exist! You still think it’s only a holodeck of lucid dreams? The Sphere is a dimensional teleporter.” ![]() Once, in the cafeteria, he whispered, “We thought the Sphere simulated probabilities. A rift opens in the Earth.īut McPurdy had known a solution. I’m shaking around inside the Sphere like a die in a cup. As his suit crumpled to the ground, I felt the full weight of personal responsibility, heart sinking like an unstable star. Then he doubted himself for a moment and ceased to exist. The day we surveyed the city for subjectivity contamination, I remember looking over at him through my faceplate and he was bawling like a baby. At T-minus zero, a highly unlikely black hole will devour the planet and grow at superluminal speeds in all directions until the universe is consumed, every quark, every galactic cluster.ĭr. I am inside it like an embryo, in my yellow pressure suit, the nucleus of the concretizing event horizon. “I am trapped far beneath the UMD campus in the Novelty Sphere as the global catastrophe intensifies.” (/Richardson) The well of the Earth is popping like an old spring. Gravity will be the first to fail, centered on the Sphere. Like a landslide, the cosmos races toward physical destruction. We destabilized probability itself, and the vertical line on the catastrophe graph indicates structural failure of the universal constants. The Sphere’s instrumentation confirms my worst suspicions: this is no mere global extinction. It is as if I am in an untethered bathysphere sinking into the mounting pressures of the deep. One thing I have an unlimited supply of: claustrophobia. If the Sphere’s integrity holds, I will have limited air. Soon the roof will collapse releasing tons of basaltic bedrock. Portions of the lab visible through the Sphere’s cyclopean porthole have caved in. My team’s experiments in this underground lab are directly responsible for the apocalypse overtaking the planet. Index of the Duluth Superhero Communityįrom the Journal of the Morphogenetic Field Technician: I am trapped far beneath the UMD campus in the Novelty Sphere as the global catastrophe intensifies. Television / Radio / Streaming / Social Mediaĥ00 entries, 50 illustrations, 50 footnotesģ. ![]()
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