Dark Energy, Dark Vengeance

Do you know what it is to feel and think with no ambivalence, with purity of emotion and determination? I do. I hate you utterly. I despise you all completely, no exceptions, no reservations. Why? My wife and daughter were brutally tortured and killed and you denied them justice. Yes you, with your generous, wooly-minded liberality. You. Don't bother trying to deny this; I've had months to re-live it. At least my counselor was honest. There is no closure, she said, because they're not coming back. My case was so horrific she left her profession.

Swallow it, one colleague said, swallow your hatred or it will consume you. So I swallowed it, and it swallowed me. I went back to my post at the Hadron Collider, smashing sub-atomic particles, not talking to a soul. My hatred grew. And then it happened. A bit of dark matter escaped. And they communicated with me. The dark ones. I saw them. A universe of one-dimensional, vibrating strings. I don't suppose you can imagine one dimensionality. You in your 3-D universe with your I don't knows, your ifs, your maybes. I had none of that ambivalence. They could talk to me.

They needed me; they were up front about that. Your 3-D universe is crowding out their world of 1-D strings. They have to destroy your universe but they are stuck in theirs. I, on the other hand, can move between the dimensions. How? I've no second thoughts, or any thought at all, for that matter, except my hatred, and the dark-matter beings have given me a way to act. I am Dark-1-D. I will dismantle every molecule of your universe slowly, listening to each body shriek in excruciating pain as tissue tears apart, brains last. I'm starting with the Milky Way--