Jokes on you. I died during Y2K.
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Maybe we all did. ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ
I have to check the status page every few months just to make sure everything's still okay.
https://hasthelargehadroncolliderdestroyedtheworldyet.com/
Whew, still good.
I prefer the large hardon collider. 😏
It's not gay if the balls don't touch.
Spiderman reference 🤨😮🧐
Truth
Gotta be worth a couple billion at least. It's only lightly used.
Pretty sure it broke down before being turned on, didn't it? Because I remember that being a thing around the 2012 end of the world. And I'm still kind of blaming it like others blame Harambe. We just don't think it messed anything up because we still appear to be in a universe with about the same rules.
It's constantly been under upgrades...
They tried but couldn't affect the laws of universe to do anything catastrophic ... but they keep firing the thing without really knowing what will happen until it happens.
It's like a bunch of kids with access to firecrackers and thousands of pounds of TNT.
Maybe nothing will happen .... maybe something will.
That is so meh... The entire thing started with some scientist made the mistake of not using dumb normal people terms when speaking with a journalist and instead used scientific terms. So there's a theretical possibility it may destroy the earth. There is also a theretical possibility that the atoms of a pencil may randomly align with the atoms of the table it's resting on and fall through it to the floor below.
It will never happen of course but there is a theoretical chance it will happen just as there is a theoretical chance the the collider will destroy the earth.
That second one happens all the time to me, though. I've stopped counting the things that have presumably phased through the floor. Most infuriating, only one out of a pair of knitting needles I have scoured that entire room for four times. It's gone. Finito. It's shaken off this mortal coil and returned to Sarah Hauschka.
But actually only some of us died.
Pour one out for the 50% of humanity that disappeared.
*inside