Galaxies were mere tide pools. The empty space between them was a killing field of dark-matter predators and electromagnetic anglerfish.

The panels of her corset were portals to deep space. With every waltz, her dance partner circled the galaxy, but he only looked at her eyes.

He slipped her the inkwell. "This one is full of forbidden, outlawed words," he whispered. "Make sure you clean your pen when you're done.

You can date a girl with mind control powers," he said sagely, "but stay alert. Make sure she's saying 'I love you,' not 'you love me.

These are very normal, nearby elliptical galaxies that they studied, and if those galaxies don't have dark matter it calls into question the whole theory of cold dark matter.

It's everywhere, really. It's between the galaxies. It is in this room. We believe that everywhere that you have space, empty space, that you cannot avoid having some of this dark energy.