Cloudbusting

Jupiter's Corpse

A/N:

oh yeah also the way Andrei is making a white hole isn't scientifically accurate at all theoretically a real white hole would just be a black hole thats a billion billion billion or so years old (theoretically)

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"Approaching Jupiter" Perseus' robotic voice whispers across Andrei's quiet ship. The young man had been asleep, as he usually was these days apart from his 4 hour exercises every twelve hours. He'd watched out half of his media drive (he may or may not have spend forty-thousand dollars on a 20TB hard drive, but for a trip that could be over six years long he had come to the conclusion that any price was worth the distraction from.) It had been four years since he's spoken with anyone. He'd turned off his allowance for radio signals, so no space stations could contact him. He could see the old planet's corpse now, small and withered, but also heavy. Generally speaking, he was probably already inside the gravitational pull of Jupiter, which would likely shorten his trip by a year or two. Andrei had already accepted that his plan wouldn't end with him making it out alive, but loneliness had gotten to him a long time ago.

God, he was so desperately lonely up in this infinite vacuum. Rom-coms had been his love life over the years, they became his favourite genre after about two years. He had expected this previously, of course, but holy hell did being in space hit him hard. He had never thought of himself as the type to get lonely, considering he had never had any close relationships such as friends and family, but god, what he wouldn't give just to hear someone say his name (Hearing it in Tenet didn't help because he couldn't understand a goddamn word of what anyone was saying).

Most of Andrei's days were filled with mindless exercise, watching something for 4 hours, checking up on Perseus and (what he was currently doing) floating mindlessly around for twenty minutes and then going to sleep. God he wished space travel could be just a little fa-

"Warning. Unexpected gravitational pull. Please head to control room." Perseus relays calmly. Andrei often wished he was as calm as his ship, but then remembered his ship was a robot and he needed to stop having existential crisis's in the middle of a possible emergency. Quickly pulling himself to the control room, Andrei looks to the front mirrors to see Jupiter right in front of him (And getting a lot bigger by the second at that). Here it was. Andrei's final move. His purpose. His final moments. Time would stop if the outside world were to look at him. He had to be fast. Extremely fast.

"Perseus." He announces, Jupiter's Corpse getting ever so close to him. "How long until event horizon?"

"Beginning countdown. Contact with event horizon will begin in T-Minus twenty seconds."

"Shit!" Andrei frantically opens the folder on the centre panel, labelled 'LAST CHANCE'. A password screen opens up to him, Perseus' countdown going into tens. Only Andrei had known this password, as he wouldn't dare utter it. His ship's window was now completely dark, the pull was beginning to take a physical toll onto him. Frantically, he types into the panel: Y-I-P-P. Y-I-P-P.

Andrei's only option now was to brace for impact; to accept his fate. Gripping on tightly to his hand rests, Andrei lets out a strangles yelp, yet left only to echo into Perseus. The ship lets out alarmed cries, beginning to condense itself into a microscopic noodle. A blare comes from mission control, the white hole had been activated to set itself into the black hole. Andrei had guessed that he had already reached Event Horizon, so the location of the white hole didn't seem to be a problem to him.

And then the wormhole activated, a small release from the growing pressure that had caused him to cry out. In an instant, he was in what looked like a tunnel of warped stars, overlapping over and over on themselves. The pattern reminded him of a waterslide (forgive him, for the analogy was rather immature), another lonely memory of when people existed. It seemed that Andrei had been taken inside of the wormhole, leaving him to see warped time around him. Truely, he had no idea how long it would actually take him to travel through the wormhole, only what it felt like to him. Perseus' yelling soothes, bringing itself back to its stable position. It seemed that he was only loosely restricted to the wormholes throat, so hypothetically the trip would only take around 200 days. The thought of being in this wormhole, it brought Andrei overwhelming hope. Not to mention, he had probably just made mankind's greatest discovery (so far).