Emily's House: Book 1 of the Akasha Chronicles

Chapter 61: Emily Meets a Black Hole

Chapter 61: Emily Meets a Black Hole

 “Look kiddo, we all want to catch up with each other and Emily I’m dying to hear about all you’ve seen and been through, but we’ve got a bit of a situation going on here.”

“I know all about it, Dad. That’s why I came.”

“I don’t want you anywhere near here. This thing is growing more unstable by the minute. Sensors and cameras, the ones left anyway, show that it’s growing untold powers of ten by the second. We don’t have much time, and I want you out of here before this thing, well ... ”

“Dad, I know exactly what’s going on and what will happen. That’s why I’m here now. I can fix this.”

“I know that you’ve been to another dimension – man, I still can’t get my head around that. But this is a job for scientists, not mystics.”

“It’s a job for a Priestess of the Order of Brighid.” I unsheathed and pulled out the bejeweled dagger that Hindergog had given me.

“What’s that?”

“A gift.”

“It’s beautiful kiddo, but I don’t think that little dagger’s going to stop a runaway anomaly.”

“This isn’t just a dagger. I don’t have time to explain now. But this dagger can be anything I want it to be. It can become whatever I ask it to become.”

“I’m not even going to argue with you right now about how that’s impossible wishful thinking.”

“Okay, so don’t argue. Just tell me this. That guy over there. Ted Schaeffer. He had an idea about anti-matter.”

My dad looked over and found Ted Schaeffer with his head buried in his computer monitor, his fingers once again feverishly entering code like his life depended on it. For a second time, it did.

“Yes, he offered that.”

“Well, would it work? I mean if you had enough of the stuff and if someone could get down there and plant the anti-matter in the right way, would it shut the anomaly down?”

“Well, theoretically it could work.”

“I don’t want could, Dad. I gotta know for sure. Will it work?”

He looked me deep in the eyes as his human computer ran calculations. After about a minute he said, “Yes. If we had enough anti-matter, and it was delivered in the right way, it would destroy the anomaly.”

“Okay then. All I need to know is how much and how to deliver it, and we’re good to go.”

“Wait, you’re not thinking of going down there, are you?”

“Of course. You’re not thinking I’m just going to stand here with my thumb up my butt and watch as the whole world gets sucked into a black hole, do you?”

“I’m going to ignore your smart tone due to the black hole underneath our feet threatening our planet, but are you crazy? I can’t let you go down there. It’s instant death.”

“I know that you find all this hard to believe. Right now you may think that you’re in bed having a terrible dream and that you’ll wake up tomorrow, and your neat world full of numbers and equations will be the same as it was before any of this started. But you have to trust me on this one. I have the ability to do this. I’ll be fine, Dad.”