Chris stood in awe. The two magnets had been cooled off instantly after they pressurized the particles between them. His first test results didn't lie: he had created a hole in the fabric of space and time for only just a moment. And slowly, he kept applying the theories and formulas. The hole became bigger, yet stayed under control. When the hole was large enough to form a rift and to create a tunnel, Chris had just sat there. Two days of little movement. Two days of doubt. He had all the time he needed to come up with something else, but nothing in him thought he had a better shot at fixing this all than by the manner he was attempting that moment. He took the plunge, came off the couch, stretched his muscles and walked towards his desk. He turned on the camera.

"Today I'm going to see how much waste I can effectively transfer through the hole. I can crush a fraction of a picometer at maximum capacity." He put the fingertips of his right hand extremely close to each other. "But with the way this all works is that I'll have to build up the amount of waste I'm going to test with. Which means that I'll have to start crushing larger amounts of quarks", as he slightly increased the distance between his fingertips, "to make the wormhole less powerful, resulting in smaller amounts of transportation. Yeah, so, when I start doing that, I have to measure the amount I can transfer and then establish an exact formula in order to determine how few quarks I need to do destroy to make the wormhole as powerful as possible. The only thing I'm worried about now is that this thing", he gestured his head to the left, "isn't powerful enough to create a hole strong enough to suction up that Planet up there. And so far I haven't read anything that indicates that's even possible. And even if it was... who knows if I'll be able to make it? Let's hope for the best."