[ WP ] the year is 2050 and commercial space travel is an everyday leisure . Narrator steals a space ships and travels light years to the nearest back hole . As the space time begins to slow down , you turn around to watch the universe pass you by . Write of his experience .

All I could focus on was him on top of my wife, grunting away. I just stood there and watched. What else could I do? My wife of 2 years, the woman I had given my soul to. In a moment of enveloping solitude, I realize everything is over. 
 
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 She finally notices me and screams, I turn around and walk out calmly, and pull the air lock detach handle on our f117 spacecraft orbiting Jupiter from the largest space station ever constructed. It was impulse really, I do n't know why I pulled it, but honestly I do n't regret it. The room is detached from the ship and sent into deep space. They will suffer from either dehydration, or suicide - I do n't really care. Everything has changed now, in just a blink of an eye. I'm now a murderer. I watch from my window as the room flies away, getting smaller and smaller, until finally disappearing. I can imagine their screams as they drift away. Then suddenly, it's gone - like my fading marriage. I knew living with 20 thousand people on this 7 square mile station would present problems, at least it makes for an easy blame. 
 
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 I walk down the long corridor of our f117 ship, walking faster and faster, until I enter into the cockpit. The smart system on board pipes in `` Damien, we noticed you detached compartment 34, without authorization, we need to confirm this was an emergency not detected by onboard systems?'' 
 
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 `` Everything I loved has been a lie, she was the only women I could ever commit too'', I mumble back to the smart system. 
 
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 `` Space Station Jupiter law enforcement have been notified, you are in violation of code 456, 2nd degree murder'' The smart system says to me. I take out my key and slam it into the dashboard, and turn, `` disable smart system, auth code 454545994''. I guess marrying the pilot had it's benefits, she always told me the secret stuff like auth codes, the things way above my skill level. 
 
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 `` Smart system disabled, manual override operational'' 
 
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 `` Damien, this is Captain Ricks, what the fuck are you doing do....'', the communication board screams. 
 I turn off communications, this is a ride I'm taking solo, without interruption. 
 
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 I enter in coordinates to find the farthest black hole from our solar system. `` Let's go somewhere far'', I calmly say while hitting the warp drive ignition. Our mission in f117 was to be a craft that would gather data along black holes within the Milky Way Galaxy. My job was to gather data, a boring job really, that would be used by far superior people than me to look into future time travel via event horizons. 
 
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 GNd5296, sector 7 - the system displays. The system displays some information on it `` formed within 700 million years after the beginning of the universe, making it the oldest and most distant galaxy ever verified''. The warp drive takes 15 minutes to start, where it will bend gravity and time to cut a hole in space and travel to wherever has been requested. Using warp energy was the most expensive cost of our entire operation, and was done once every 5 years. In fact, it was more expensive than creating the space station itself. Probably due to the rarity of the elements required for it to work. I do n't care. 
 
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 By this time a number of station security teams have surrounded my f117 vehicle. Though, I'm sure they know it's too late. See, once warp drive ignition has been hit, the slightest field of energy around us can set off a reaction that would annihilate an area the size of, well, ironically jupiter. 
 
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 I look at them through the window as they scream at me, knocking on the glass, muttering things I ca n't understand. I just smile and wave, for I have not a care in the world. Where I'm going is an ancient galaxy far away, from the nonsense. Far away from the hurt. Far away from her. 
 
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 *Slam*, it's like my head is being drained of life. Everything outside the window of my craft is glittering like diamonds. I can see space bend, the stars of our galaxy swing overhead and my craft travels down a worm hole. Purple, blue, red, white, colors of our universe surround me down the wormhole. I keep trying not to pass out, hold it I scream, `` Hold it Damien, you can do it. HOLD IT YOU MOTHER FUCKER!'' 
 
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 *Slam* No more worm hole, my head stops hurting. Just... calm. I'm 1 astronomical unit from the event horizon of GNd5296. It's beautiful, it's just how I imagined it. Light flowing around a massive black body like glowing energy draining down a sink. I can feel it's presence, like some 6th sense i ca n't explain. I sit there for hours just staring at it, admiring it, a glooming sight to behold. 
 
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 I pull the nose of the f117 craft in front of the black hole. It's dark presence beckoning me like a god in deep space. I pull out a hologram in my pocket of her, and stare at her. I do n't understand love. It's out HERE that I get - astronomy. The only real thing universe. I'm crying now, I hit the manual stick into burst. I'll be traveling at 500km a second soon. *Slam*, my body feels the tension of our craft as it speeds forward. The black hole is calling me, ready to dissolve me into spaghetti-like strands once I hit it's event horizon. `` Come on, come to me'', I scream in my tiny compartment. The event horizon comes forward more and more into view. `` Faster, faster, here it comes! `` 
 
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 `` All the most powerful emotions come from chaos -fear, anger, love- especially love. Love is chaos itself. Think about it! Love makes no sense. It shakes you up and spins you around. And then, eventually, it falls apart. ``, I scream. I'm expecting it to be my last moment, but suddenly... 
 
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 My aircraft hits the event horizon but does n't move, it stays fixed. A moment of sheer shock hits me, I look out of my window and I behold a sight I can not believe. I'm trapped in the event horizon. The universe before me starts changing, stars are disappearing, galaxies are coming and going. But slowly, there becomes less and less. The clock on my system is showing me as billions of years into the future, 6 billion, 7 billion, now at 14 billion. Then suddenly there are no stars, only darkness, silence, just the feeling of emptiness. The universe has suffered a heat death, every star, everything has died out. The universe is dead. 
 
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 `` What have you learned'', a voice asks me, surrounding me 
 
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 `` Are you?...'' 
 
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 `` You found what you loved and let it kill you. You let it drain you of your all. You let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. You let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it ’ s much better to be killed by a lover.'' 

