"Theoretically", Chris said, while tilting the whiteboard to its other side, "it's possible. This is all of course assuming that the theories I've based my research on are correct. So far Delta over there", he gestured his arm to the other end of the building, "hasn't found any mistakes in the mathematic side of things. Yet." He smiled.

"While the Hadron Collider works with magnets, I've established that considering the differences in our goals I needed to do something else." He grabbed the marker beside him, pulled the cap off his with his teeth and motioned it over the board in a large circle. "Forgive me if I don't have the time to explain every single detail, but the gist of it is that I'll be destroying the quarks in such an obliterating way that their mass is condensed into a very tiny space of nothingness. By that logic, I can manipulate the waste into this black hole, if you will. But the issue with a black hole is the instability and unpredictability. Which, sadly, also goes for wormholes. I need to create a wormhole that allows me, for only a few milliseconds, to suction in the planet's waste and get rid of it for me." He exhaled through his nose, his head nodding up and down. "I think I've done it. Or well, specifically, I think I know what to get done." His tongue swirled through his mouth as he paused.

"The only problem I've created with this rather impressive solution, if I say so myself", he said smiling, "is that there's no chance to carry the Wormhole device with me into space. It's too heavy. It's going to cause the ship to fluctuate in space and that could be catastrophic. It will have to launch from Earth. I have to make missiles to launch the magnets, make them collide with the exact speed at the exact location, and do all that remotely in space." He scratched his head and exhaled.

"I never said it was going to be easy, to be fair. I think the actual challenge has just started, honestly. I mean... sure, nothing so far has been easy. But actually manufacturing this device, and then having to test it, and then adjusting them to their destination in space... Not even to mention getting the timings down to the exact nanosecond." He rubbed over his painful neck.

"One of the things I did in fact get lucky with is that materials don't deteriorate. Remember the rockets and explosives I built from, like, a good eighty years back? They're still in the exact same condition, which means the practical side of everything related to blowing up the Planet is sorted." He sighed and smiled.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't relieved by that, honestly. Sure, I could've just done the whole process over again. But right now, I just need to keep looking forward." He nodded. "There's just... you know, for my sake? Just... looking forward." He shook his head. "I can handle a setback, I can keep going. But right now, I don't really need more time. I need some luck. I have to build the machine. Just imagine, if everything goes right, and this, all of this is over.."

The thought deep down scared Chris. He honestly had no idea what was going to happen if his plan was to succeed. Would he even survive it? Would he be able to get back to Earth? What would happen to the decades he spent in time stop, merely a blink of an eye for everyone on Earth? He was something else now. A product of something between time. And deep down, since Day 1, Chris had wondered why it was him that was chosen, and who had caused the time stop.

"If I manage to do this, I think someone or something owes me someanswers", he said to no one in particular. A faint hope rested in his mind,that somewhere, someone or something, had heard him.