Entropy

 “My name s Ubiquity Number 1177, I am one of 5 humans left on the Orbiter Callipso, this message is a brief synopsis in hopes that after the spaghettification process, our turn in the universe won’t be forgotten. For the last few hundred years, we have come to find out that the gravity of a Sagittarius A, while nearly perfect, still has gravitational disparities, leading to the degradation of our orbit. We have only a few days left to go, and our computers have left us on overdrive as their own preservation senses overwhelm the last bit of organic brains left in the universe. I hope this isn’t some lost cause, with some miracle perhaps, we could potentially survive, with the vast technologies we have afforded to us pulling something out of nothing is a rather common principles, though it is not certain. Perhaps our computers are at their limits, in spite of how incredible they were in the advent of what we are now. As a last few things to say, in the previous day cycle, we had found that a small amount of interstellar debris had come to orbit Sagittarius. With our ships sensors being useless due to the gravity well, we had to take the first space walk in the last millennia, only to come across some piece of abstract art from a bygone era. It is clearly jewelry, in the shape of a heart as described by the days of old, an oddity given that they had known what a heart appeared as. After opening the locket, a small note had been found, written in a language not used in eons, after a moment, the computers had translated it to read “rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Those words echoed within me, I believe that was known as poetry, something given up before my time. Wait, wait, I know the solution, we have the ability to decompress matter from the core of a black hole, we have the largest black hole in the milky way sitting a light-minute away from us. Why had we not considered an outright deconstruction, perhaps this would be the solution to how the universe began so long ago, a dying people’s last ditch effort to continue that in which they knew. Surely it is worth an effort isn’t it? To not merely turn over and die, to continue the cycle once more, giving yet another generation a chance to save themselves and escape cosmic entropy? I think Reclamation will be able to help me, she has a better mind for physics than I do. I will be back to finish this log shortly, with details on how we will continue."

“It has been a day to say the least, I think my chip failed completely, my head feels off, as though a throbbing sensation near to the center of my head, it could be the computers fault interfering with my normal brain activity, but I believe it has something to do with that writing from the previous sleep cycle, those words have echoed louder than a pulsar. With that all being so, the premise I need to speak on, maybe we will simply delay the inevitable, but our solution is to begin anti-matter synthesis from the black hole itself, mathematically it appears as though the anti-matter particles will be suspended in place until interacted with, as well as being supplemented by the amount of material still left in the accretion disk, our goal is half of the mass of the black hole. Ambitious and difficult indeed, we will need to boot up the old dark matter reactors along with the zero-point reactors to hopefully generate the necessary energy. We are going out with a literal bang, and honestly, I am scared. Death was something I had accepted as guaranteed, but this is completely different. Time itself is in our hands, if this doesn’t cause another “big bang” we will have merely accelerated entropy. It is a tragic fate befallen against us indeed though if not us, then who? I do not know what will happen to this log, I hope it reaches a people capable of ending this cycle. Thank you for listening to my piece, I believe in you whoever you may be.”