Timmy's Blackhole

Nine year old Timmy had been drawing fractals all morning. He moved his crayons in repeating patterns until most of the sheet of paper before him was filled with intricate geometric designs. Lost in thought, he didn't hear the tinkle of glass cracking across the room. He did hear the thunderous implosion that followed.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a screaming vortex directed at a pinpoint in the corner. Timmy's bureau was gone and everything loose in the room was flying towards the spot it had occupied. Timmy stood up in horror. He tried to seal this rent by tossing his chair and several large books at it. They were ripped into molecules as they entered it and the situation only became worse. He knew he was in trouble. Mom would be pissed.

His mother had heard the clatter from the kitchen and ran quickly up the stairs to Timmy's room. She tried to open his door, but the relative vacuum in inside held it tightly. She screamed for him to help and between the two of them, they were able to open it. Now air from the hallway flowed through the opening, causing her hair and dress to flap towards the disturbance. She was relieved to see Timmy was okay, but was shocked and angered at the phenomenon she witnessed.

"What is this, young man?", she glared at him.

Timmy looked away and dropped his head. "It's my black hole.", he confessed.

"I know it's your black hole. Why has it lost containment? Have you been feeding it?", she demanded.

"Just a few photons, Mom. I wanted to see the photon sphere. I can't do that without the photons." Timmy tried to look as innocent as he could.

"You told me when we bought this that you would take care of it. You promised you would not let it ingest matter until you had it properly contained." She shook her finger at him.

"I know," he slumped his head even further.

"If you had bought a super-conducting magnetic containment bottle when I told you, this would not be happening," she scolded. "But no, you had to spend the rest of your allowance on a Heisenberg compensator. I swear you waste everything on toys."

"Mom! You know I can't transmute matter without knowing where the particles are AND where they are going. The kids would laugh at me", he responded seriously. "Larry Swain got one and now he's got his own universe."

"This is the same Larry Swain that created life in his bathroom?" she asked.

Timmy nodded.

"That's a great example. Now it contaminates half the planets in sector R", she reminded. "Is that what you want? Life stinking up everywhere?"

Timmy shrugged. "No ma'am. I was going to get the containment this week. I didn't think a few photons would matter that much."

"Just a FEW photons?" Mom eyed him skeptically.

"Okay...", he confessed. "I fed it some pencils and the planetoid Grandma gave me."

The black hole was visible now due to the large amounts of matter being sucked in. Books on Timmy's shelves wobbled and leaned towards the rift in space and time. It precessed slowly, allowing the x-ray jets at its axis scorch a circle on the ceiling and floor.

"We have to get rid of it, I'm calling the cosmological control board", Mom left the room with Timmy at her heals.

"Do we have to? Can't Dad fix it when he gets home?" Timmy pleaded.

"Your father is much too tired when he gets home.", she said flatly. "Besides that man wouldn't know a fermion from a boson if his life depended on it. I doubt he could handle this."