“Of course!” Rene croaks diving into the cafeteria trashcans, an arrow
in his thigh. Scuttering for cover in the spilled cereal and salad, he wipes Manzano
from his eyes, thinking: Its bleeding bad. But not femoral
bad.
It’s suddenly obvious that the supposed 9th planet is not
rocky or gassy. It’s not a planet. A bowling ball size black hole accounts
for the trans-Neptunian gravitational eccentricities. Elegant paper this
will make! A black hole at 400 au in the Kyber belt.
A second arrow strikes him in the neck.
“Just need …Time!” he burbles through blood and fly-specked
goo.
The student approaches, sneering. “Time? You know nothing . laughed at
my work on Chronons. Well, my honor is restored. Wasn’t kidding about
crossbows at noon.”
A fly settles on Rene’s eye.
“Time you see, professor, flies like an arrow.” He waves the pests away “And fruit flies like a banana.”
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