Today's #flashfiction #TheParadoxBox

“Clothes make the man.”

Spongebob Squarepants* #quote

       Today I went to my writer's club. We discussed club matters like doing things to bolster membership. Could mean I'll be work shopping some interesting stories in the future. Reading other people's work not only helps them but also me in my opinion. Learn from other people eh? Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Paradox Box

        In the future advances in genetic engineering allowed humans to make themselves smater than they ever had been. Stronger as well. Though some internal desire to “remain” human-like, ego, and a political element to make it look less like playing God, made humans keep themselves from changing looks too much. This made prodigies and inventors a dime a dozen.

        So when Timmy called his father into his room saying, “Daddy I made an invention!” The father was concerned that Timmy may have done something childish but it was no surprise.

        “What did you make son?”

        The six-year-old smiled. “I made reality go boom! Then I made the prettiest hole ever!”

        “I really don't like the sound of this.”

        “Look!” Timmy then handed his father a cardboard box. “I put one of our teleporters inside this box then made the teleporter teleport inside itself!”

        “How did you even do that? That's supposed to be impossible! Ugh...well the saying goes that everyone gets a breakthrough in their lifetime.” The saying the father quoted began after humanity engineered themselves to be geniuses. “But it's a paradox...” He opened the box.

         Reality going boom, as the child called it, was what happened when he caused the teleportation. But what the father saw in the box was the “prettiest hole ever” the child described. The paradox generated inside made a hole in reality. Not a hole in the sense that something like dirt is moved. But reality was dug up, the rules of physics, the atoms, the radio waves, particle forms, logic, space, time, it was pulled up and removed to reveal what was underneath. The man saw billions of images flashing in the hole. Light from reality reached inside the hole and bounced back to his eyes. What the light hit, the substance under all existence, was a massive linked network of billions upon billions of attached lines. The universe and all its rules networked by some force or will or something that the father could quite fathom but only see through the paradox.

       “Son, tell no one about your invention or else I will ground you for a year.” The father closed the cardboard box and went up to his library, pulled out some paper, and started writing down some equations to make sense of it all. He also read the Bible to see if that would help him as well.