Physics Disaster: Episode 1 "Pandora's Box"

Every morning just before sun rise, Isaac will roll around in his bed appreciating the fact that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, lest his mattress gives way for his mass to accelerate straight down to the center of the Earth.

But this morning is a little bit different than before. As soon as his consciousness creeps up to him, Isaac peeled the quilt off of his body and rolled off the bed onto his tiny feet. It is still dark outside, but Isaac's little frame could no longer hold in the excitement. If one can assign physical property and occupied space to his excitement, it would takes the place of his hair, which at this very instant is perfectly mimicking a jet black explosion. Well, except that it would be all colorful and exciting, of course.

Like all perfectly reasonable event, Isaac's excitement must be a result of a perfectly rational, explainable and quantifiable cause. That cause arrived late the night before in the form of his father, Professor Alan Smith, who has just returned from his latest expedition to the deepest frontier of the Earth. Despite being a sophomore in a prestigious college, Isaac is always as giddy as a little boy every time his father comes home.

Isaac tiptoes down the stairs in the pitch black, and navigates himself effortlessly into the kitchen. He is hoping to whip up a little breakfast for his old man. After all, there's nothing in the world that says "welcome home!" better to a person who just spent six months chasing mythical relics in the middle of a deadly rain forest than a nice toast and jam, ice cold glass of juice, and freshly cooked veggie sausage. Isaac's family: his father and him, are vegetarian, or something close to that. His mother had long since left them for another man because she can no longer stand having a husband who disappear for months at a time.

As Isaac groped the kitchen wall just above the counter for the light switch, his hand rammed into something.. something that wasn't usually there. His hand, being a moving physical object, did what it did best, and heartily shares its energy and momentum with the box, sending it tumbling to the ground with a dull thud. For once, an action producing an equal and opposite reaction does not favor Isaac. But lady luck still do, and the box sat on the ground unharmed, its lid firmly held against the box by its own mass pressing down on it.

And just as Isaac's figure touched the switch, the room lit up. However, it is not from the LED light situated above his head, but from the seam between the box and its lid. Mr Smith flies down the last couple of steps on the stair to witness what happened.

"Oh, dear.. I think you've just opened Pandora's Box, son", Mr Smith whispered almost inaudibly, his mouth gaping wide open.