We knew we would go far, and we knew we'd get there quick,
but exactly where, and exactly when, was difficult to pick.
The superluminal drive was at the very edge of comprehension
and running the calculations left engineers with apprehensions.
Nonetheless Captain Ling fired up the engines with a shout,
but as the ship tore through space, the heavens started spilling out.
Some cosmic fabric keeping energy low and matter sparse
Was unraveling, and laying our understanding as mere farce.
We know it's coming toward us, but we don't know quite how soon,
It's beautiful, but will it be a paradise, or doom?