Carl drifted a long time. Blue
filled the hollow bodiless center of his mind with peace. Memory became a soft
distance. Expectation remained unbegun.
So, when the voice returned,
directionless as smoke, intimate as a friend, the words embraced all of him. What
followed he would remember ever afterward as semantic liquid, a torrent of
fantasy and weird ideas that emerged from a cloud of dreams and fell awake
inside him as a voice – to which he listened rapt as the face of the world—
“At the end of time, in the last
million years of the universe, an unusual creature drifts through the slow
hurry of evolution into the glory and anguish of self-awareness. It is an eld
skyle, and it is I. I am vast by human standards: a cubic kilometer of
silaceous cell matrices intricately and delicately interpenetrating. A colossal
jellyfish floating in a lake: a radiolarial system, highly specialized, yet
stationary and witless-looking as a brain without a body. To you, I would
appear as a cloudy pond shimmering with biotic iridescence. Yet, what makes me
unusual is not my size or unlikely form. I am unusual, because I thrive almost
wholly on ghosts. I eat the past.”
“Wait a minute! Hold on now!” Carl
assumed he was dreaming and called through the nightmare’s thickness. “Where am
I? I can’t see myself.”
“You are inside me. I am reshaping
you. To even begin to understand how this is possible, you must know something
about my world. I live in a special region inside the cosmic black hole
at the end of time. The universe around me is small and hot. Spacetime has long
ago completed its expansion, braked, and begun to fall back on itself. At the
time of this telling, one hundred and twenty-five billion years after your
star, Sol, cindered to frozen rubble, the whole universe is a mere six hundred
thousand parsecs wide, the distance from your Earth to the Andromeda galaxy.
All of spacetime has been reduced to a mote of what you knew the cosmos to be.”
“I knew the cosmos to go from Brooklyn to the Bronx ,” Carl’s voice quaked. “Where am I?”
“I’ve told you. You are at the end
of time.”
From In Other Worlds
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