Jizzy

This is a flash story of 1191 words in length. I'd like to thank Randi for her editorial advice and I'd like to thank my beta readers for their support. I wasn't sure where to place this story, but as Carl and Anne are very much in love and Anne is a loving wife in the very best meaning of those words, I decided to place it in Loving Wives. It's just a story, folks. I hope you enjoy it.

Dr. Carl Myers was the Science Advisor to the President. He had multiple degrees, a couple of Doctorates but even he was stumped, baffled and bewildered by current events.

"Carl," President Peterson said, "can you please explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Carl shook his head. "Not really, Mr. President, because nobody in the entire world's scientific community has ever seen anything like this. Throughout observable space there have been previously unknown phenomena of multiple sources and multiple types. Also, the whole of space surrounding our star system has started to glow, for want of a better term."

"Is it dangerous, this radiation, if that's what it is?"

"We don't believe so, at least not yet. It's weird but the glow doesn't appear to have any dangerous types or levels of radiation. It's like a sort of a cold light, if you will.

"But it's not the glow that concerns me, Mr. President. There appears to be some sort of shift in time and reality, for want of a better expression.

"Also, there's a major increase in dark radiation, plus someone in Australia has stated that their tachyon particle detector has started to produce some very worrying results."

"I thought tachyons didn't really exist outside of theoretical physics?"

"Well, that was the generally held consensus, but the guys at a cutting edge research facility in New South Wales postulated several years ago, a mechanism whereby they could, under some circumstances, be detected. Now, they are concerned about the amount that they are detecting."

"Is that connected to the weird glow in space and the other events you mentioned?"

"Mr. President, your guess is as good as that of anyone. The truth is, although it seems likely, we have yet to find any definitive proof one way or another."

Carl paused before continuing. "Also, there's something slightly more sinister, slightly more concerning, potentially. The Annie Maunder Astrographic Telescope at the Royal Observatory in the UK and the UK's Jodrell Bank radio telescope have detected images and radiation from a point about a light year away from the Solar System that looks to have all the hallmarks of being from a black hole."

"My God!" said President Peterson. "Good Lord above, that's dreadful! Are we heading toward it?"

"In truth, Mr. President, if the Brit's figures are correct, it seems more probable that it is heading toward us. And at an increasing speed, I have to say."

"Does that mean the world is doomed?"

"As there is no data or firm theories on how to stop a black hole, then I think that is the highly likely outcome, Sir."

Carl said his goodbyes and returned to his home on the college campus where his wife and co-researcher, Anne, was awaiting him.

"How did the President take it, Carl?"

"He took it as well as you would expect. I'm glad I'm not in his position. He'll have to decide whether or not he should keep these facts secret or whether he should tell the public and the world. Of course, with so many scientists the world over knowing parts of this puzzling situation there stands a damn good chance that someone will let something slip which could cause a worldwide panic, which would not be good."

She looked at him before speaking. "There's no way to destroy a black hole, is there?"

"No, Anne, there's not. Theoretical physicists have postulated that if we could change the angular momentum or charge of a black hole, that might possibly destroy it.

"But that's merely a theoretical assumption, and as yet there's no data to prove it. Besides which, I'm not certain that darn thing is a typical black hole. What I mean by that, is although it seems to show some of the theoretical phenomena that we generally associate with the concept of black holes, some of the available data doesn't seem to support that. It's almost as if it's a sort of a black hole, but not really. Maybe it's a brown hole, a blue hole or even a fucking yellow hole. We just don't know for sure."

"Could launching nuclear warheads do something to destabilize the damn thing?" Anne asked, half-seriously.

Carl chuckled. "You are sounding like a scientist from a 1960s science fiction movie, Anne! To be honest, I have no idea. Nobody has. But what I do know is if we don't do something we'll be totally fucked. If we had missiles powerful enough to reach the damn thing maybe, just maybe, it would be worth a shot. No pun intended!"

"But if it's a light year away, how many years would it take to reach it?" Anne asked.

"The New Horizons probe has a speed at 58,000Kph, so it would take nearly 20,000 years to reach it. But that's another thing, the black hole or whatever the hell it is, seems to be closing in on us faster than that. Theoretically that's not possible. Unless the damn thing is somehow twisting time and space in a way we haven't yet figured out yet."

Their TV suddenly flashed an Emergency Alert on the screen. Anne grabbed the remote and turned the sound up. They heard the strains of "Hail to the Chief", the official anthem of the President of the USA.

The scene cut to the Oval Office and a worried looking President Peterson.

"Greetings my fellow Americans and fellow citizens of the world. I have just consulted with my Chief Science Advisor and I have to tell you that the situation that we find ourselves facing is unprecedented in the history of the world. Reports are coming in from all over the world of strange phenomena and that a black hole or something like a black hole is rapidly approaching the Earth.

"We have received reports that unusual events are happening all over the world. A Roman Legion has been seen marching near York in the north of England and a Pterodactyl was glimpsed flying over Rio de Janeiro. It looks as if time and our reality is beginning to break down. Please, everyone, start praying. Because that's probably the only resource we have left. I..."

The television screen blacked out and the sky outside their home began to be filled with wondrous, eldritch sights that were awful in the meaning of being filled with awe..

"Carl, I'm scared! What's happening?"

"Me too, Anne. I love you!" He grabbed his wife and she responded to his hug. "I love you too, Carl!" was her heartfelt response.

They made love one last, passion filled time and then... It was as if they and the rest of the world were being expelled from the Universe, their destination? Unknown.

****

As he finished, he let out a groan of pleasure. There was a knocking on the door. "Are you alright in there? What are you doing?"

"I'm perfectly fine, mother," he said, irritated by the intrusion but hiding well, or so he thought.

He looked into the water of the toilet bowl and looked at the ejaculate that floated on the surface. He wiped himself clean, dropped the paper into the water and flushed the toilet.

"I'm just finishing up, Mom!" he called out in response. "Just washing my hands. I'll be out in a minute." He knew his mother didn't approve of such behavior. But what possible harm could it do? After all, it didn't hurt anyone, did it?