Hello Human Subject, EUSA31-4320.
It’s 17:45, on a Sunday; the date is 3600-12-10. And you’re one of the lucky few to acquire a ticket into the abyss. You are currently aboard a transfer shuttle; thousands of light-years from Earth.
For the past 500 years, you have been asleep. Waking up from cryostasis has been awfully dreadful. You’ve lost, what seems to have been, half a millennium old lunch. But, ignoring the ringing in your ears and pounding migraine, you’re alright.
Transfer shuttle EUSA31 is preparing for docking. You look out the view-port and Abyss Station is in view. This station was constructed round a black-hole, who knows how.
EUSA31 has docked. You make your way towards the exit. Coming out of Gate 31USA, you enter a lobby. In your periphery you notice signs… warning signs.
Switching between hundreds of languages.
The most prominent one declares:
Welcome to Abyss Station. Watch your step. We claim no responsibility for spaghettification of any being. Especially human.
In the distance, you overhear a voice shouting.
“Subject #4320, Subject #4320; your attendant is waiting.”
[TO BE CONTINUED…]
“The saddest aspect of life right now, is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”
― Isaac Asimov
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