It all stopped. Suddenly. Finally. All dimensions curled up and shrank away. All m-branes. All universes.
Everything.
Until there was nothing.
The end.
Another leaf fell. A small piece of the world dying. Matrokisha watched with heavy depression settling on his mind.
How many seconds to shutdown now?
He'd given up counting, the endless countdown pulled his spirits even lower.
A gust of wind. Another hundred leaves fell.
Time falling past.
Life falling past.
Like all the other lives. And it never became any easier: watching them die, watching the world die, leaving. The moments of joy scattered throughout the past were infected by sadness.
Eternity, not what he was promised.
Wanted: M-brane slide. Low usage. Good brand. Must cope with n-verse probabilities. Willing to pick up.
They came back. No one expected that. They had been sent away, packed
into a generation ship and pointed towards some non-existent hope.
; "James Bloomer")