If you put me in a real Tardis, I dread to think what would happen to the universe.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The thought of being in space, and kind of enclosed, I find would be very claustrophobic. I think I would panic in that situation.
For years I tried to put myself in a box, and it frustrated me, so I had to let go and let the universe take its course.
In 100 billion years, the universe will be a very strange place.
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
There are some jobs where you think, 'There's no way! This would be too, too good. The universe would love me too much were it to actually happen.'
Maybe the universe will get tired of me.
I think about the cosmic snowball theory. A few million years from now the sun will burn out and lose its gravitational pull. The earth will turn into a giant snowball and be hurled through space. When that happens it won't matter if I get this guy out.
It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.
I want to put a ding in the universe.
Out of nothing I have created a strange new universe.