Do black holes get lonely, I wonder, staring out into the distant abyss as my spacecraft drifts by, gliding towards our objective. There used to be others to distract me from such unsettling musings; Jonsey, the programmer, Alexandra, the mess chief, and Zart, the navigator, amongst the rest of the crew. But they’re all gone,Continue reading “Empty Spaces”
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