The Event Horizon of Us
The station was a needle of titanium and light, suspended on the jagged lip of the Sagittarius A* black hole. Outside, the universe was a blurred smear of violet and gold, distorted by the crushing gravity of the singularity. We were the last two. I, an engineer who could speak to the station's computers, and Elena, a poet who could speak to the silence. The 'Devourer' was not a ship or a...
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