T he Zoobons did not know where the physical matter went that was ejected by the bomb. How could they know? They'd have to care. They knew that they mattered more than anything else in our Universe. Their way to ensure a drama free Universe is by creating huge voids in "trouble areas". With no planets or stars or any other matter existing, trouble was gone and didn't come back. They could travel anywhere without worry. Their technology advanced quickly, but could never keep pace with their dogma. So when a scientist proposed that the Chain Bomb might work by disrupting the physical projectors creating the Universe, he was reminded that the OverMother handled all reality, and would never allow them to interfere with such projectors, assuming they even existed. Max was sitting in class, rare for him. He had decided to break his last year on his doctorate into two years. He could afford it, and it would be the ultimate luxury. He loved not having to ru
(most stolen guitar riff in history) 𝔊 raydoff scanned the ground over the quad. Jennifer had just left a conference hall, and was making her way back to the dorms. Dressed in pink from head to toe, a fairy tale princess. Halloween was fun at Bowdoin. She had met a nice boy too. He was very religious, but very cute and good. He might be too good for her. She enjoyed the occasional drink or joint, and took great pleasure in tearing people apart on online forums as a hobby, while maintaining an outstanding GPA. She wasn't a bad person, but wasn't a particularly good person either. Everything was rationalized. Everything was explainable. Everything was justified just by happening. Jennifer was a Sociology major. He simply couldn't target them if they had positive intent, and colleges were full of the positive types. It was maddening. That being said, it was terrifically easy to take the ones with terrible intent, and they were easily five percent of the student body. Bet