[ WP ] As the CERN LHC is turned up to it 's highest power level ever , a message spells itself out on the particle detector . `` Go no further , or else ... ''

`` Shit a smartphone and shove it up my ass, Denise'', Dr. Pratt uttered, eyes fixed on the piece of paper in front of his eyes. `` This is unbelievable.'' 
 
 Sarah laughed. She usually frowned upon her boss's dirty mouth, but today… today the bad words were justified. 
 `` The team's all assembled, waiting for your orders'', she said. `` And my name's Sarah, boss. I tell you that every 
 morning since two thousand and three.'' 
 
 `` Run it again. Definitely run it again!'' 
 
 `` Right away, sir.'' 
 
 `` And get the president on the phone.'' 
 
 With a smile, Sarah turned her back on Dr. Pratt and started making way back to the lab, barely able to get two thoughts together. 
 
 It was insane news, in fact. Shit-a-smartphone-and-shove-it-up-my-ass news. Call-the-president-news. 
 
 *Particles are talking*, she thought, fast stepping her way through the long, white corridor that lead back to the 
 LHC's main hall, where her team – Dr. Pratt's team – awaited. 
 
 *Particles saying'Go no further*, she thought. People were going to think it's God, she was sure. What with all that 
 Higgs Boson'God Particle' bullshit, even. People would definitely think it was God talking to us, humans, from the LHC. 
 
 Sarah knew the truth was, much more likely, that this was an attempt of communication by another species. Alien. 
 Maybe from the future? Who knew? 
 
 Not that this made the news boring in any way. In fact, Sarah always figured aliens were way cooler than God. 
 
 But there's no way people would n't think this was God saying science has gone too far, she was sure. Religious folks, they are dying for a reason. People see Jesus in toasts, for Christ's sake. There was going to be protest. People will demand they stop. Demand they close the LHC. Demand they do exactly the opposite of what Dr. Pratt had just ordered her to do. 
 
 *Which is why he told us to run it again before calling the president*, she figured. Pratt was a brilliant man. 
 
 Utterly insane, of course, and weirdly found of Brie Cheese. But brilliant. 
 
 `` What's the word, Sarah?'' Deckard asked, the second the automatic doors opened in front of Sarah to the main hall. Everyone in the room was standing still, staring at her. 
 
 `` Run it'', she said, and cheering ran all across the room. `` He says run it again.'' 
 
 `` Right away, ma'm'', Deckard answered, with a smile. Sarah made way to the second floor balcony, climbing the 
 metal steps two-by-two. Barely able to contain her own excitement – but making a point to look professional to 
 everyone she passed by – she found her way across the open corridor to the far edge. She leaned against the rail to 
 watch the show. 
 
 The room she was in was large and circular, like a gigantic hollow penis. 
 
 *This is a terrible way to describe this room*, Sarah thought. It was, in fact, large and circular, but not like a 
 hollow penis. It was more like you'd imagine the setting for a boss fight in Metal Gear Solid would be. A wide, computer-filled first floor, topped by a circular metal balcony that ran all around by the wall it twenty feet up. Sarah was standing on the edge of this second floor balcony, watching as the team prepared the collision. 
 
 `` Quite a view'', she heard, from behind her. 
 
 `` What? Oh, hi, Dr. Pratt.'' 
 
 Pratt leaned next to her, biting onto a piece of white cheese. `` Brie?'' He asked. 
 
 `` No, thanks'', Sarah answered. 
 
 `` I would n't have given it to you anyway. Do n't you sometimes feel like life has no purpose and you could murder a 
 child randomly and, in the great scheme of things, it would n't matter at all?'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` I said I like the spring weather'', Pratt said, smiling. Sarah shrugged, shaking her head with a smile. She had learned long ago to ignore the Doctor's weirdness. Everyone in the lab had. Dr. Pratt was weird. Really weird. 
 
 He once adopted a cow and kept it in his office for two months. A full grown cow. 
 
 Once he screamed for twenty minutes at a pencil sharpener. In Latin. And he does n't know Latin. 
 
 During the year of 2010, he did n't speak vowels. 
 
 Dr. Pratt was weird. A genius. But a weird one. 
 
 `` All set'', came a voice from downstairs. `` Ready? Three… Two…'' 
 
 Sarah glanced at the Doctor. He had his eyes fixed on the mainframe downstairs, chewing onto the cheese. 
 
 `` One… Go!'' 
 
 Off it went, with a loud hiss noise. The big screen downstairs flashed alive in white. For the first few seconds, nothing happened. 
 
 Then a loading screen. The collision was complete. Sarah glanced at Dr. Pratt again. The Brie was over. 
 
 Onscreen, words appeared: 
 
 `` For fuck's sake, guys. I'm coming down there.'' 
 
 Then, after a few seconds: 
 
 `` This is God by the way. Assholes.'' 
 
 Sarah risked a third glance at Dr. Pratt. He was smiling. 
 
 Then a flash of light from the sky and the sound of thunder, and Sarah was on the floor. 
 

