Dear Higgs Boson,
We know you’re there. We’re very close to finding you. The standard model of particle physics has predicted your existence for decades, and in every other experiment the standard model’s predictions have been correct. It’s only a matter of time—less than a year, they say—before your existence is proven as well.
Just recently, some scientists at CERN detected tantalizing new evidence of your existence. They didn’t observe you, but they did notice the high-energy particles you turned into when you decayed. They’ll have to repeat the experiment, because those particles might have decayed from something else, but their fancy mathematics is telling them they’ve almost got you.
For scientists, this is all very exciting, but I’m not a scientist. I’m a science fiction writer, and as a science fiction writer I’m asking you, Higgs Boson, as a personal favor to stay hidden just a little bit longer. Science fiction depends on the things we don’t know about the universe. The gaps in our scientific knowledge allow us writers to make stuff up. Once you’re discovered, analyzed, and understood, we won’t be able to make stuff up about you any more.
It would be even more helpful if it turned out you don’t exist at all. That would mean the whole standard model is wrong, and we Sci-Fi writers could make up all kinds of crazy, new things.
So come on, Higgs Boson. Keep being a mystery.
P.S.: Could you please stop calling yourself the “God Particle”? It’s really pretentious.