Aug 13, 2026 · 40 min · 11 segments
An astronaut caught in the accretion disk of a black hole sends desperate messages to his lover and children back on Earth. But time is running out to escape — and there are forces in the universe far…
Devon! We're alive! Your reply brought me so much joy and made me feel so loved, baby.
I hope the girls weren't too upset.
I don't know how these transmissions are getting to you, and I don't know if or when I'll stop receiving yours.
But as the universe is my witness, I'll message as often as I can until we get out of this.
The preter is still burning from fuselage to cabin.
You should see it, D. We're in the accretion disk, and everything is just... light.
I can't explain it.
It's like we're seeing only the most radiant colors in the spectrum.
This is the most amazing thing, though.
We're all in the cargo hold on the aft deck.
Literally the backside of the ship.
But the front is just this lasso of plasma, unspooling like molten glass on a paddle.
It's being pulled apart, Devin.
We're sure that Jumei's death would have been instantaneous.
She would have just ceased to exist in all that plasma.
It looks like we're above it, then to its side, and then sometimes it's dark everywhere.
We follow the glow of the ship.
We look for the lip of accretion.
The disintegration doesn't seem to have reached us yet.
Nyasa and Fang are working on the calculations right now, and I'll join them as soon as I finish typing this message.
I've seen Nyasa like this in the simulation.
You can almost see the numbers moving in patterns before her eyes.
And luckily the console still works, so the onboard computer can help us with the math.
Devon! We're alive! Your reply brought me so much joy and made me feel so loved, baby.
I hope the girls weren't too upset.
I don't know how these transmissions are getting to you, and I don't know if or when I'll stop receiving yours.
But as the universe is my witness, I'll message as often as I can until we get out of this.
The preter is still burning from fuselage to cabin.
You should see it, D. We're in the accretion disk, and everything is just... light.
I can't explain it.
It's like we're seeing only the most radiant colors in the spectrum.
This is the most amazing thing, though.
We're all in the cargo hold on the aft deck.
Literally the backside of the ship.
But the front is just this lasso of plasma, unspooling like molten glass on a paddle.
It's being pulled apart, Devin.
We're sure that Jumei's death would have been instantaneous.
She would have just ceased to exist in all that plasma.
It looks like we're above it, then to its side, and then sometimes it's dark everywhere.
We follow the glow of the ship.
We look for the lip of accretion.
The disintegration doesn't seem to have reached us yet.
Nyasa and Fang are working on the calculations right now, and I'll join them as soon as I finish typing this message.
I've seen Nyasa like this in the simulation.
You can almost see the numbers moving in patterns before her eyes.
And luckily the console still works, so the onboard computer can help us with the math.
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