The formerly spherical containment lattice was now a huge, crumpled ball that had mostly been, until recently, somebody's rocket from the university parking lot. It strained against the chains that were barely holding the whole lighter-than-air mess to the floor. It was like a gigantic balloon. "We should get it out of here," Lew said.
Taking it somewhere else on the planet was out. No matter where it went, it was about to become a gravity well. Put it on another planet, even, and it would just swallow that planet and continue to grow. Even with another Chiralitron - assuming they could find one in time - Lew didn't think he could get a clear shot at the central mass any more. There was just too much rocket wrapped around it. Cut through the rocket? That would weaken the only thing that was containing the blasted thing in the first place.
"We could call Professor Zappencackler," Gallegher muttered.
Saber tooth tigers! Lew was more frightened of his faculty advisor than he was of his experiment.
"...or, well, we could keep crashing rockets into it for awhile. There are hundreds of them in the parking lot."
They looked through the broken wall at the rows and rows of rockets outside.
"No," Lew said. We have to throw it into something even more massive than it is."
"We need to take it to the Sun."