Till The Last Black Hole Die

𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝗼𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐞
𝙱𝚢: SLEEPYHEADɴᴏᴄᴇᴜʀ

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Eyes focused on blinking hologram, thinking about what would happen next in my life full of theories. Another problem has emerged. The beep and typing sounds of workmates were the only thing I could hear and I've been sitting here for a couple of hours; still haven't done anything.

I released a deep breath and decided to free up my mind for a while. My laboratory coat waved as I pull out myself from the office.

I could still see the Sun outside the shield window. I guess it's pass 3 PM. I made my way through the center hall which serve as a peaceful place for me, a park inside a metal wall with UV ray glass protector roof.

Everything stopped, people were standing like statues all around me, people in cars, men on bicycles, babies in Prams all lifeless, frozen in time. I had never seen a goddess. But like they say, there is a first time for everything.

It was like the Moon made her way down to this red planet.

It's the only thing I see, approaching me.

"Uy, George! Look what I've got!" Jane's running towards me, waving a book. A science fiction book, I perceive. Yes, everything always feels like it was a first time.

Jane Jackson, she was just a neighbor not until our parents became friends. We've been friends since high school, both born here on Mars-- It's a long story on how we got here according to my mom.

Jane always talks about random facts as if she was fed by her mom with encyclopedias and nonfiction books... Mostly about science.

"Look! Look! I bought it for only 15 rolls." Singing in glee, that's what I could hear as she shows me another science book. I knew it.

"Rolls?" My brows furrowed in confusion. "Um, let's say I spent a lot of opal bits to get a single roll of the dice," she admitted, smiling awkwardly.

My eyes widened and was about to deliver my fatherly speech when she covered my mouth. "Don't get mad. I already know what you're going to say again. You'll go with 'What?! Just for that thing?!'" I forced myself not to laugh as she tried to copy some of my lines.

"George, don't tell mom about this please?"

I rolled my eyes. We're already 20s and she still hides those things to her parents. How will I oppose if my loyalty is yours truly, my moon? "Okay, fine." She blinked multiple times, looking to me and then to her new book. "But wait," I paused. "Hmm?" Here eyes glimmered, what a beautiful view.

"I know there's something you want to tell me. Come, spill." She beamed full of excitement. I knew it. All girls want someone who will listen to their stories, especially when it comes to the things they are really interested in.

We sat on a bench available near a fountain. Eyes and ears focused on her as she started talking, or more correctly, sharing her thoughts.

"Did you know, according to this book it is possible to travel through time," she started. I slightly chuckled, making her brows furrow. "We all know about that thing. But there's still no proof about that."

"Why would you find if you can make one?," she raised her brows up and down. "What do you mean by that?"

"There are three choices. We have lettered a, make a portal? B, enter a wormhole? And C the most dangerous one, travel through tunnels of a black hole," she stated raising her three fingers one at a time.

I placed my finger upon my chin as my mind creates another hypothesis and statements. "To the three given choices, making portal is much more easier. We only need to find out what materials to use. I perceive one of them would be the quartz and also, a magnet."