Zero hour is imminent; The Scientist is ready.
Only Time will tell what results the experiment will bring.
The scene is shrouded in tension and darkness, but The Scientist slows or wavers not in the slightest. Beautiful and terrible, unstoppable and unknowable things will happen after zero hour. Or at least so The Scientist hopes.
In front of The Scientist is a small wad of gray-ish goo. At present it is inert; utterly static. At a glance it looks decidedly boring, and altogether purposeless. In good Time The Scientist feels certain that that will change, with brilliant violence; and that the seeming unimportant wad will fulfill its elusive purpose.
One thing remains.
Nearby sits a syringe. The syringe is the final step in the preparation of the experiment. Within it is the final ingredient necessary to carry the experiment forward, the catalyst.
Within the syringe is Time.
The Scientist grabs the syringe, raises it, and makes contact; between the barest tip of the needle and the unborn Universe.
All is now ready.
Then, 13.7 billion years ago and still counting, The Scientist pushed the plunger.
crossposted from http://www.dailykos.com/blog/Hammerhand/
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