Friday, 7 September 2012

Our Universe Ends


(Picture from NASA, probably Hubble)

This is a story set one hundred and ten trillion years after the Big Bang. A peek into the distant future. Some deliberate echoes of The Time Machine by H.G. Wells.

The giant red globe of the sun hung over young Omega’s head. That great orb filled nearly a quarter of the sky. Omega found it hard to believe that the sun was a “red dwarf star”. Yet who was he to argue with his elders?

A chill wind blew along the desolate beach. In the distance, some giant crabs were on patrol, looking for a meal. Above the crabs, some rowdy gulls were waiting to scavenge anything the crabs might leave.

Not much to report here. The usual dismal scene. Nothing here to reflect the importance of these moments. Omega had seen moving pictures of other planets, on which they had things called “days”. This particular “Earth” here was “tidally locked” so that the same side faced the sun at all times. The sun was always there, solidly positioned above Omega’s head.  Here on the equator, they “enjoyed” maximum warmth: yet it was not too much above the freezing point of water!

Mother appeared.

Mother: “We will be ready to start in ten Lunons, Omega. I will call you then.”

Omega nodded. He gulped, nervously and mentally reviewed why this ritual was necessary. What had the elders said?

Oh yes. The Universe began 110 trillion standard years ago with the “Big Bang”. It had expanded at an incredible rate. In those early days the universe had teemed with stars like the sun. Most of those stars had travelled together in great wheels and clouds called “galaxies”. Those galaxies had been full of light and heat, and life!

Yet all that abundance had been before the “Degenerate Era”, when the universe had thinned out so much that no new stars were formed. The remaining stars had died and died. So now the sun above Omega was the last known star.

They were about to enter the “Black Hole Era”, when the universe would be dominated by Black Holes of course. After that would be the “Dark Era”. Finally, about 500 trillion years after the Big Bang, the universe would undergo “Heat Death”. Well, that was what Omega recalled from his lessons.

What was bothering The Elders was the state of the sun. It was foundering. Soon it would just blink into darkness. Before then, the world would just get colder. A bleak prospect.

Mum reappeared. She ushered Omega to “The Circle”. The children were joining with the adults and Elders now. That central obelisk, encircled by the populace, was brightly lit. They all formed an unbroken chain.

Omega felt a great glowing from within. It was happening! Warmer and warmer. Brighter and brighter. All of them shone and flowed and coalesced. Then they each broke free and flew apart!

It was done! Every one of them had transformed into a spirit energy being! Each was now a shining orb. So alive, and free from what would have been a slow freezing death under the last dying sun.

Such joy. Eternal life achieved at last. None of them had heard of our Earth. None of them was human. There were similarities with us, but they were quite alien. Who cares. They were sentient beings who had escaped the death of the last star, and ultimately the universe.


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Omega and his associates flew faster than light. Up ahead there appeared a white pin-prick.

“A star!” exclaimed Omega.

“Not a star,” corrected Father, “It’s another universe!”

That tiny white gem grew into a globe, until it filled most of the “sky”.
Father: “Omega, you have a choice now. Most of our people are going on to that universe. To a new life. But some of us are going further first. We are going to take full advantage of this spirit form, and travel out as far as we can. We are going to try to discover the truth about Existence.”

Omega: “But how will you find your way back, Dad?”

Father: “We have established an unbreakable link with our people. When we have completed our quest we will follow that thread and return home. Are you up for it?”

Omega: “Of course. You only get a chance like this the once.”

Father: “Good. Let’s go.”

All the goodbyes were made and the two parties went their separate ways. For Omega, his odyssey began.

This time, they seemed to fly away even faster! Another “star” appeared. Then another, and another, until the whole “sky” was filled with a myriad of them.

Father: “Yes, son, you guessed: these are not stars but universes. We are somewhere in the middle of a Multiverse. And we are heading out!”

At some point Omega became aware that there was a “boundary” to the multiverse. That the multiverse was some vast globe of universes! Soon they were leaving that globe. 

Before long they were looking back at that circle his father called “The Multiverse”.

Then Omega became aware of another globe in the distance. As they moved away, this second globe looked much larger than the first. Like a sun and earth. But then other small spheres appeared: until there were eight of them orbiting that “sun”. Omega’s multiverse was the third of those eight from the “star”.

Father: “It’s an Oxygen atom, son!”

Omega: “What?”

Father: “That sun thing is the nucleus and its, er, planets are electrons. Two in the inner shell and six in the outer. Classic Oxygen.”

Omega: “Wow!”

They kept going. Soon they encountered more oxygen atoms as they sped away from their own “atom”. They also encountered countless Hydrogen “atoms”.

Father: “Water! We are in water! Lots of impurities though.”

Their pace seemed to multiply. Nevertheless it took ages. Eventually, however, they left what turned out to be a stream of water. Falling to some unknown ground. Slowly but surely, though, a “figure” materialised above them.

The realisation hit them all at once. Frozen in “time” before them was, a little lad having a pee behind some bushes! And their new universe was somewhere within that stream of urine.

Father: “I think it’s time for us to return home, son.”

Paul Butters

Friday, 17 August 2012

Ghostly Encounter



(Picture: Lake of the Moon, India)

It is a late summer evening and I'm checking over my back garden. Warm and muggy. Can hear thunder rumbling in the distance. Ah! A flash of sheet lightning. Not too surprising in this heavy, stormy air.

What’s this? A little girl is looking for something in my garden! Odd – her dress reminds me of the fifties or sixties.

Me: “Can I help you?”

Girl: “Don’t think so. Just seeing if anyone’s dropped anything valuable, like I always do.”

Me: “Always?”

Girl: “Yeh, every night. What do you want?”

Me: “I’ve never seen you here before. Don’t you know its trespassing to go into people’s gardens?”

Girl: “What gardens? Anyone can see this is a clay pit!”

Clay pit! That hits a chord. My house was built on a clay pit they say, in the 1970s. But now no-one would know this just by looking at the estate.

Me: “Don’t be daft, it hasn’t been a clay pit for years! What are you on?”

Girl: “Me? You’re the one seeing gardens!”

Suddenly another girl and boy appear. They must have walked through the fence! No. That doesn’t make sense. They must have been hiding behind my shrubs.

Girl (to boy): “Hey John, this bloke thinks this is a bloody garden.”

John: “Allison, stop swearing! Heh? That’s bonkers. (To me) What do you want mister? ”

Me: “I just want you lot out of my garden.”

They shake their heads and look at one another, clearly puzzled.

John: “So you can’t see this clay pit? This junk? That old machinery?”

Me: “No. Of course not. This is my garden.”

Allison steps towards me. She reaches up to stroke my arm in sympathy, and her hand goes straight through me! I just feel something like a cold breeze as her hand passes through. Yes, through. I haven’t imagined it.

John: “Get away from him, Allison, he’s a bloody ghost!”

Me: “Whoah. Oh my God! That’s damn scary. Honest, I aint no ghost. Look, my house was built on the clay-pit, in the 1970s...”

John: “But that’s the ****ing future!”

Me: “Eh? What year is it? For you?”

John: “1965.”

Me: “Well it’s 2012 for me. Sorry, but you three must be the ghosts.”

John: “Come on you two. This is too weird. Let’s go home. (To me) No offence mister, but this is too much. Nice to meet you and all that. But I don’t do ghosts, sorry.”

They all turn and run through the fence. Presently I turn to return to the house.

Dad! But he’s long dead!

Dad: “Come on now, Paul, it’s time to go.”

Another man appears.

Man: “Hello Paul. I’m Simon, your spirit guide. Good to meet you at last.”

Me: “What the HELL’s going on?”

I’m in that clay pit! My house and garden are gone! Don’t panic Paul! There is junk and rubble and God knows what all around.

Simon: “Don’t worry Paul. This often happens with souls who are moving on. We are indeed standing in 1965. Those children you saw are still alive and well as I speak. I’m afraid you are the ghost.”

Me: “But it’s 2012!”

Simon: “Now you know it’s not. That’s years ago for us. Happy times, with the Olympics and so forth, that you've latched onto.”

We are back in the garden now. But it has changed beyond recognition.

Simon: “And now we are back in your present. Your real present. It is time to move on Paul.”

Simon points – towards a bright white light moving closer and closer. We walk towards it...


 Paul Butters

(C) 14\8\2012