[ WP ] You are part of the first crew to traverse into a black hole .

They said space was the final frontier, but that was n't quite right. Because we conquered space in a few centuries. Humanity colonized every habitable planet in the galaxy, terraformed even more after that, harnessed the power of fusion... but there's still one more frontier. She's smack in the middle of the Milky Way. 
 We have to drop out of hyperspace before we even get within ten lightyears of the black hole -- if we do n't, massive particulate interference would unlink us from the third dimension and send us hurtling into the fourth. So here we are, nose pointing right down towards the hole with the whole galaxy stretching all around us and it's spectacular. 
 Glittering stars make a mat along a whole hemisphere of our vision, the spiral barely visible from our angle. Looking out the back of the ship, we can see nothing but galaxies. They're arrayed and scattered in a heavenly way and none of us can stand to look for more than a few minutes without having a panic attack. 
 And right below is the hole. Stars are being sucked in so slowly, they seemed to be in suspension, and right in the middle there's a tiny point of nothing: a gap in reality concealing a source of the most potent power that can possibly exist. 
 Our ship is being sucked in like the stars around us. If her hull was n't fashioned from an alloy of superdense ferrite ( a by-product of nuclear fusion ) and exotic metal from the core of a gas giant, we would be gone right now. As it is, the pull of gravity still holds us thrall and our U-drive is n't helping, driving us further in at unimaginable speeds. 
 There's me and there's my wife, and there's the only other guy who was willing to go on this trip. He's two hundred and three years old and going strong, but had nothing going for him and signed up immediately when the Exploration Committee announced this mission. I had a choice between this or execution and my wife elected to come along. 
 At this point, there's nothing to do. She and I hold each other closer than we ever have. Stasiu is just staring directly out the front window at what we're coming toward, looking serene as no human ever has before. The lights are off to conserve what little fuel we have left so the only light in the cabin comes from the radiation we're bathed in coming from the window that the visible light filter was unable to stop. Even if we survive this, we'd have cancer. 
 The U-drive is n't even doing anything so Stasiu switches it off. We're barreling in now at insane speeds with the galaxy exploding around us. The point below our nose is growing rapidly, a point of all-consuming deistic blackness that defies comprehension, and now we're past the ring of stars and there's nothing but darkness in the cabin but I can still feel Vera and hear Stasiu breathing so I know we're not dead. 
 It occurs to me that none of us know when we'll cross the event horizon, but I keep it to myself; breaking the silence in here would drive us mad. Below the sound of Stasiu breathing, there is only the sound of the pump of blood in my ears and the beat of Vera's heart. I vaguely notice that our hearts are in sync, then we cross over and we lay eyes on what surely must be God Himself suspended in a paradox of light and dark, a point of pure energy consuming the Galaxy at its own speed. Then the ship is dashed into nothing, sucked into the Singularity.
