The night is cool, the wind brisk. As the wind blows Dr. Smith steps out onto the catwalk. The sky is dark with clouds, only the occasional star can penetrate. The facility sits around the rim of a large man made hole, about half a mile across. It goes down farther than the human eye can perceive. It narrows as it descends like a funnel. The pit is grey and dreary, like a place long since forgotten. But this hole was not forgotten. The facility surrounds the hole, buzzing with activity and light, containing three large towers that can be seen from space. It was built and created for the purpose of a single experiment; one that could change the course of the human race forever.
Dr. Smith, director of the Night project, is a short man. He has long hair, wearing glasses, and a high but not whiny voice. Born and raised in the city to a life of privilege. He was always interested in science. As a teenager he started doing experiments in physics and genetics, and it became his love. He came up with a theory, one so amazing, so strange, so different that no one had even considered it before. In the aftermath of this idea project Night was born. The funding came from an unlikely source: the United States government. The site was constructed with the utmost urgency and the hole made in record time.
All his life Dr. Smith had waited for this moment that was almost upon him. Everything was almost ready. All the work, all the research…., he hoped it had not been for nothing. In the control room of the facility he and the other scientists stood, along with a guest from the Government. “Welcome Gentleman, to the next forefront the of human race, the next step in our history” he says enthusiastically. “Now, behold!” he practically shouts. He presses the red button. Nothing happens for a few moments; moments of absolute silence. The government representative seems apprehensive and doubtful. Then the whir of engines and the hum of power. Lights start to flicker and the ground begins to shake. A beam shoots out from each tower into the bottom of the hole. The light is blinding. The shaking increases and the intensity of the noise builds into a howling crescendo, and then it stops. The power all goes out and everything is disheveled. Papers are scattered, and a look of sadness shows Dr. Smith’s face. “Well, I guess that was a failure…” he begins to say, as everything shatters. Every atom within a 4 mile radius of the hole just shatters, is torn about, every quark on its own, vaporized into pure plasma. Nothing, not even the towers survive. But the shockwave does more damage. It rushes across the continents wreaking destruction. It is the biggest disaster humanity has ever faced.
The following day the world is in ruin. The Shockwave knocked down buildings and destroyed power systems. The World is devastated but is still able to recover.
Twenty years pass. The hole is still abandoned, now made even bigger by the blast. In the center something stirs, a ball of light, a shimmer of hope: the project had worked.