Ripples
Somewhere in the universe, at this very moment, two black holes, each the size of a small solar system are orbiting each other, spiraling closer and closer at speeds fast enough to put an extra part in Jack Lord's hair. And when they finally collide, the universe will shudder as two event horizons merge into some sickening new beast, and the core of a galaxy will explode in its own peculiar way. Today I had a patty-melt with tons of onions, and over the course of a few hours, the fabric of space has begun to shimmer around me. 400 million years hence, somebody trying to colonize the devastated ruins of NGC 6240 may chance to glance this way and wonder for a moment what caused that brief puff of light and whether the Milky Way's inhabitants ever knew what hit them.
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