Mini. No, Micro

Mini. No, Micro.

“Some people may think we are crazy, or totally insane,” a government scientist announces to a large gathering of scientists in a giant auditorium. “Our theory is that our universe is nothing but a fleck of dust contained in another universe that is trillions of times bigger than ours. We have no way of proving this of course, but we do have some mysterious data. In the year 3225, we sent out a space probe that can travel at tens of light years per hour. It had a camera, and was sent out to exit the milky way. When finally gets to the edge, what do we find? It can’t reach the outside because there is a window-like barrier in our way. It is like our galaxy is a yard with a fence put around it, and we are the dog it wants to keep inside. When we examined samples taken from it, we determined that though it wasn’t any type we had seen before, that barrier is a type of plastic, which doesn’t occur naturally anywhere.”

The crowd starts murmuring, and the sound of restless bodies fills the auditorium. If you were in the audience, you would be able to tell that the murmuring was half fear, half scepticism. The scientist clears his throat, silencing the crowd.

“In the past, we have seen that there are galaxies outside of our own. The truth is, these are possibly just other galaxies like ours, with a wall that cannot be penetrated from either side.”

By now the crowd is a sea of skeptical faces. None of them seem to believe this scientist. The murmuring grows louder and louder until it is louder than the scientist’s pleas for understanding. A few people stand up and exit the auditorium.

Stop

Zoom out.

In a dark tall room, about five people in white uniforms stand. All along the walls are thousands of screens with videos showing a world with debates and news casts happening all over. Not only that, but there are all sorts of people shown, going through their daily lives, may that have been walking miles in the morning to get water, or if they start the day at nine and eat breakfast in bed. In the center is a large table, empty, save the microscope on the table that could allow a person to see at atomic levels. The apparent head scientist shakes her head.

Slowly, she states, “We knew this was going to happen someday. We’ll have to put a stop to it before they find a way to escape.”

She steps over to the table and carefully takes out the petri dish from the tray containing many petri dishes by the microscope. Her hands not shaking a bit, she destroys whatever was on the slide with her latex gloved hand. You can almost hear the billions of people scream.

“Of course, this could be us too,” she tells her colleagues, and they all nod in understanding. “You never know. We may have the same fate come to us eventually.”