You might have noticed most references about the extraction of zero-point energy refer to how dangerous the galaxy’s favorite source of energy is. Don’t be fooled, it is dangerous, and in other ways than you’ll have typically learned from galactic densate activists, who will be happy to tell you – and show you – all about the effects of the dark matter pollution created by the anti-entropic fuel that powers the most developed interstellar civilizations.
You see, sticking a spike through twisted, foldy space into an alien universe – or a primordial store of entropically inverse energy as the supersymetrical energy producers say – what you pull out isn’t always, shall we say, clean. And sometimes it’s more volatile than the systems, or even, our universe – usually in isolated realspace pockets – can handle. I’ve been as little as two assignments away from a station that got something they couldn’t handle – couldn’t handle gravitically – as it turned out. Sometimes it’s put out of action, sometimes it’s dimensionally altered, sometimes there’s a spill through a rift in space that required evacuations of inhabitants from light years around, which provides all those horrible holograms the activists are more than gladly to show everyone they can.
Of course, this being a short story in a series (sharing at least a common universe to be set in), one needs to offer ongoing themes. And as this is a satire, there at least needs to be some reflection of the world we live in. I’m sure that you can see the parallels in what I’ve put forth. Of course this being both science fiction and satire, I wanted to go somewhat over the top here and there.
This doesn’t of course mean that I need to come up with something a mind staggeringly stupid as saying a super nova would endanger a whole galaxy. OnlyHollywoodgets away with being that moronic. Dark matter pollution seemed somewhat more reflective than ludicrously unimaginable. Something can only be funny if you can comprehend it, right? And of course, if it isn’t too stupid to be funny.
So yeah, dangerous stuff. Most things from other universes are, I’ve been told. Knowing that, the spiel I got from the scaly green reptiloid station clerk was pretty much what I expected, even reassuring.
“If a rupture in the flow happens,” he advised.” Then it’s pretty fast, that’s the good part. You do have a clone outside of the cluster, right?”
Does Phil care? Not so much. But then the tag line of the series is that we humans shouldn’t feel so all alone. We should expect that the galaxy’s sentient species would be at least as messed up as we are. That would only be fair, really. And it either drives you crazy, or you just accept it as the nature of reality.