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It's been years since I read "The Forge of God." The nightmares still haven't gone away.

I'm up at nearly midnight even though I'm sleepy because I'm scared. CERN is trying to create a black hole tomorrow.

Really, I'm not one of those people who hears the word scientist and inserts mad in front of it. Dr. Frankenstein is not my paradigm.

I type on a computer, in a room filled with light (the lights in the Capitol were on late again tonight) because scientists and inventors have made my world better. I drink clean water because Pasteur, Lister, and Semmelweiss existed.

But the idea that the Earth can be torn apart by even a tiny black hole terrifies me.

So, since I know there are scientists and people who are way smarter than I am on my friends list, please reassure me that twenty four hours from now, this world will have beheld one more marvel in the progress of humanity's understanding. And we'll all still be here.

(Pssst, the fact that the Mayan calendar goes to 2012 just isn't enough. *G* Nor is the Torchwood podcast.)