Timmy's Blackhole (8 ratings) by D. J. Frazier
Page 2 of 2 "But I won't get another one until I'm sixteen if you call the control
board. Can't we just flush it down the toilet?" Timmy was grasping at
straws.
"Do you know what happened to the last little boy who flushed a black hole
down his toilet?" Mom looked at him sternly.
Timmy shook his head.
"His mommy and daddy were forced to buy a new solar system for everyone on
the block. Now, is that what you want?"
"No, I guess not", Timmy replied.
Timmy's mother dialed the emergency number. The professional voice on the
other side assured her it could be dealt with. Soon a man with a large magnetic
grapple appeared at the front door. He used an anti-grav dolly to maneuver it
up the stairs and into Timmy's room.
Timmy's room was bare. All of the furniture was gone. The carpet was
beginning to loosen from the tacks that held it down. The man from the control
board pressed a button on his PDA and a containment field sprang up around the
hole. The noise and radiation that filled the room ceased.
"Wow, good thing you called us when you did", the man said happily. "A few
more minutes and you would have lost this part of the house."
He sized up Timmy and his mother, both were beet red.
"Here's some ointment for those radiation burns." He held out a small blue
tube which Timmy's mother accepted. "You should put on some now or they might
leave marks."
Timmy had a tear in his eye as the man left taking the singularity with
him.
"What will they do with it, Mom?" He asked with pain in his voice.
"Oh, I think they dispose of them in the super massive black hole at the
center of Andromeda", she answered. "As to you young man, you are grounded!"
"Oh Mom!"
"Don't 'Oh Mom' me", she continued. "What kind of mother would I be if I let
you break the laws of physics and get away with it. I'm taking away all your
quasars and you can't time travel for a week."
Timmy was crushed. He tried several times to get her to relent, but she was
firm. He watched in silence as his mother used her Black & Decker
replicator to restore the items in his room. She shut the door behind her as
she left. She knew she had been rough on the tyke, but he had to learn.
"Little boys", she thought. "Why couldn't he just be interested in simple
nebula like his sister".
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