It was a bright, sunny day, perfect for an outdoor science fair, but Sudalarm Uzonlorm, Scientist Prime of the Vroklite Institute for Advanced Hyperphysics, was frowning.
“I don't understand what it does though,” xe said.
Sudaogorn Mesaaela let out a nervous hiss from xir gas bladder. Xe had already explained it to the Prime Scientist three times and if xe didn't even grasp the project, there was no chance that Mesaaela would take home a prize. Xe could not be the first spawnling to fail to win the Third Circle Science Fair. Xe had to bring home a ribbon at least, or xir spawnhost would be furious.
“It opens a 9th dimensional time portal that connects to disparate universe across a quantum bridge.”
“But why?”
Mesaaela turned four shades of green, growing increasingly flustered. What did xe mean why? Because it was cool, obviously. But the Prime didn't care about cool, xe wanted practical applications, and Mesaaela had to admit to xerself that xe had no justification other than “I did it because I could.”
“Maybe if I showed you a demonstration?”
The Prime let out a long hiss from xir gas bladder, clearly annoyed with Mesaaela. “Very well.”
Mesaaela leapt into action, turning on the containment chamber and firing up the quantum cyclotron.  A shimmering ball of purple and white light began to form in the chamber and Mesaaela looked to the Prime as if to say, “Look how cool that is.”
The Prime's six eyes goggled from xir head as xe turned an alarming shade of blue. “Great googly-moogly, that's a hyperdimensional antisphere!”
“A what?” Mesaaela asked.
“Turn it off! Turn it off!” the Prime shrieked, gas blasting from his bladders as he cycled through the entire spectrum of blues and purples.
Mesaaela didn't understand his alarm until it was too late. The containment chamber failed and the hyperdimensional antisphere burst free, shooting up towards the sky and disappearing into the atmosphere.
“Uh oh. Is that bad?”
“Bad? Bad?” the Prime yelled. “If that had hit someone they would have been thrown through the dimensional barrier. They could end up anywhere, anywhen, with no way to track them, no way to recover then. Spawnling, you are extremely lucky it only fired off into the atmosphere. It's extremely unlikely it will collide with anything in the vastness of space. On a different trajectory, you could have killed either of us.”
“So, bad?”
“Yes, accidentally banishing people to alternate dimensions is bad.”
“I'm not going to take home a ribbon, am I?”
The Prime glared at Mesaaela, gas bubbling out of xir bladders. “No. No, you are not.”
Meanwhile, the hyperdimensional antisphere sped away from the  Vroklite homeworld, sailing off into deepest space.