“Imagine me losing containment, and my full mass emerging into this spacetime, which is currently occupied by a quarter of this planet.” “Oh.” “Oh, indeed. The resulting explosion would eventually be seen in the Andromeda galaxy.” “Good safety tip, then,” I had to admit. “I would post it prominently in the break room, right above the minimum wage notice, and the warning to the jerk who has been stealing yogurt from the fridge.”
