Primordius

Part Four: Consequence

With an intense look on his face the being gets closer and closer to Primordius.

Being: You will tell me.

Prim: There are consequences to all actions outside of the Primordius informational hub. Any destruction or deconstruction of the hub is futile and punishable by an interstellar council.

He grabs Primordius in his hands and begins to shake it violently. The device begins to rise in temperature until it is unbearably hot. The being spikes it to the ground out of anger and starts stepping on it.

Prim: You are one of many.

Being: I have a right to know, dammit!

The device begins to flicker and glow a deep red.

Prim: Very well.

The being is greeted by a blinding red light and his vision goes black. He can feel himself floating. He instinctively tries to breathe but nothing goes in or out of his lungs. He is not suffocating, he simply doesn't need to breathe. He cannot speak. All he can do is observe as tiny lights form in front of him. They get closer and closer until they begin to multiply. They become progressively larger in size until they surround him. What he once saw as tiny lights are now large two-dimensional ovals containing seemingly beautiful star systems and galaxies. He is violently sucked into the one closest in proximity. The being's body begins to vibrate as he lunges deeper and faster through an abyss of unbelievable colors and space debris. Shards of ice whiz past his face as he approaches an oddly familiar spiral galaxy.

Faster he plunges almost downwards through an outer region of the galaxy. The heat of various colored suns grace his skin. Many other earth-like planets are noticeable as well as planet structures he's never learned about. The being can still do nothing but observe as planets and meteors pass him at incredible speeds. Next he sees a friendly star. Earth's yellow sun can be seen in the distance. He barrels toward his native solar system.

Somehow he picks up even more speed as he approaches planet Earth. The blue-green beauty closes in at frightening speed. He's soaring towards a patch of green. Aware of geography, he can infer that it's his country or at least the general area. Closer and closer he gets until he sees the tops of trees. He begins to slow down and can make out his own body laying on the ground. His anxiety grows. Is he dead?

Though he's slowed down his body continues to fall towards his physical form. With only about 100 feet to go the trees and plants around him grow in size. Even his physical unconscious body seems to grow in size. He pegs that he's actually becoming smaller. By the time he reaches his body he can easily fall in between the fabric of his clothing. The world is now immense and he is becoming minuscule.

As he falls between the the knit castles of fabric he is now small enough that forest ticks are terrifyingly big creatures, yet he continues to shrink. He passes by monstrous alien-like bacteria and fears it's conclusion. Entering what he can only interpret as a quantum realm, he flies by round particles that look like planets in themselves. Soaring by gargantuan molecules into atoms, his body refuses to stop shrinking. The next stage smaller welcomes sheets of morphing geometry that he never learned about or heard of. They are like floating kaleidoscopes, turning and churning into themselves, and the being is barreling towards the center of one of these constructs as he once again picks up speed.

Entering the center of this unknown structure makes his body vibrate even more aggressively. He is being harshly sucked in and his body feels incredibly cold. After passing the threshold of the structure he is greeted by a long black tunnel with a radiating white light at the end. He smoothly floats to the end of the tunnel, blinded again as he is swallowed by the warmth of the light.

The light dissipates around him but he feels as if he's still moving. Leaving the light and now floating deeper into the darkness. Tiny lights begin to form in front of him yet again. They get closer and closer until they begin to multiply. They become progressively large until they surround him like deja vu. What he once saw as tiny lights are now large two-dimensional ovals containing seemingly beautiful star systems and galaxies. He thinks to himself and it clicks.

He was meant to observe that matter is recycled. Just as cyclical time keeps it's dimension in a constant loop, space becomes looped as well. Everything exists at once, together, at all times. Death is a construct of the mind and is almost irrelevant. Everything exists within itself on a constant loop. If you start at the outside of everything and dive deep into matter, the quantum realm is the door to get back where you started. Matter within a universe cannot be destroyed, but universes in general can be destroyed by disturbing the natural flow of space, matter, and energy.

Therefore there is no objective meaning to life. Nothing to put on paper and follow. We just exist. Time exists within space, not the other way around. Without matter, time doesn't exist, making time the less powerful of the two.

The meaning of life is subjective. In a grand recycling of many universes at a constant pace, the true meaning for a physical being is to make it's own meaning. To try to make his or her own path and to be content and comfortable while simply existing. We never stop existing. It all makes sense to him now.

The being feels as if he is going to cry. There is one last red flash of light.