Wormhole And Blackhole Novels & Stories

"Compensating for Redshift. Looking for... there. Look at the Gravitational Lensing." On the main viewer, the Orion Nebula appeared. It was a beautiful, chaotic nursery of gas and dust. But in the center of the Trapezium Cluster, there was a hole. Not a black hole—those were dark and heavy. This was a White Hole, a point of pure, shimmering radiance that shouldn't exist. "It’s beautiful," one of the scouts whispered. "It’s a wound," Kael corrected.

Danger! "What?" I ask aloud. He presses a finger to his lips, eyes wide, and points frantically behind me. I turn. Fifty meters away, an invisible force tears space apart, revealing a pitch-black, circular void. A wormhole. And then, something crawls out. Two long, twitching antennae. Oh, hell no. What is that thing? A cockroach the size of a compact car falls out of the black hole. Its multifaceted eyes lock onto me instantly.

He winked at Liora, who rolled her eyes but smiled back. The path ahead began to narrow, leading them toward a vortex of swirling cosmic energy. As they neared, the pull became stronger, tugging at them with an irresistible force. Liora, her eyes wide in realization, exclaimed, "It's a wormhole! If we go through, we might end up anywhere in the universe!" The shadowy figure, observing from a distance, whispered into the communicator, "Prepare for their arrival." The air around it crackled with anticipation.

"We've had suggestions in the newspapers that this object could be a black hole, or something called a 'naked singularity'. Would you like to comment on that?" "I'm afraid those are just terms that have entered the public vocabulary. This object is nothing like either of them. Black holes are very massive. This seems to have no mass. Also a black hole wouldn't show up as black, despite its name: there would be intense radiation from close to the event horizon where material was being sucked in from its surroundings. Neither would a naked singularity. It would bend light-rays in totally different ways. This is something else. Something that no theory has ever postulated."

"Major radiation has been detected in nearby regions of the wormhole, which has resulted in the inability of our scientists to test within the interiors of the affected perimeter. Apparently, the level of toxicity is decreasing with time and we would soon be able to enter the core region. Until then we can just term it as a natural phenomenon." "Some major theories are coming up, some stating it to be a kind of wormhole or extra-terrestrial invasion. Any comments on that?" "People tend to surround the unknown with some well-posed and simple-minded theories every single time. This incident is no was different. We still have not confirmed regarding what caused the phenomenon."

The entry appeared to be almost twice the size of Hemon. “Whoa! Hemon what is this place?” “Keep following me boy” They swiftly moved in through the portal and disappeared right before it sealed off and re-materializes back into the big old tree again. Their bodies started floating in a dark, outer space while they speedily orbited round some clotted black dots before the extraordinarily powerful force shot them straight into a super-massive black hole. Rikas screamed in total darkness as terror struck and choked him. His airways felt constricted, unable to breathe through the darkness which seemed to be totally devoid of oxygen.

Dendrus IV, Purgatory System, Great House de Jardin The planet was, as it had been for the past century, a pure black void invisible to everything. It was like a planet-sized black hole that wasn’t a black hole at all. It didn’t suck anything into it by some massive gravity well. But anything that fell down to it was certainly lost, just like a black hole. It was a lifeless rock whose pitch black surface was completely still, as though it was a massive globe of ink, floating serenely out in the galaxy.

But the sad fact remains that they understand little about it. The tapestry of our universe is imperfect. It unravels. It comes undone. An occasional hole pops up, and its edges fray with time. Wormholes, physicists call them. As if some hungry annelid munched its way through space and popped out into another dimension. Higher beings laugh at our Earth-centric views, but they keep quiet, enjoying the ridiculous theories we continue to propose.

Diana snapped. "Right," Carter got back to his elaboration, "so, Natasha will run in the opposite direction, starting from ATLAS once she gets into the accelerator. Her speed will be boosted enough to almost match that of the protons until you meet, collide and hopefully the result of the collision should form a wormhole." "Is it true that you can create black holes that could destroy our planet?" asked Henry.

continued Harso. Kalyana walked into the kitchen, returning with three cans of cold soda. Harso paused, opened a tin, then continued his explanation. “One of the characteristics of black holes is their ability to bend space and time. The surface of a black hole is called the Event Horizon. Here the past, present and future come together. We are currently researching ways to extract information from the event horizon.” “The black holes produced by CERN are only short-lived, right?” Rajata interrupted. “Yes,” replied Harso. “If we live long, we may not be able to sit back here like we are today.”