"Mr. Gyro, you have achieved many things that countless scientist could achieve once in their entire lifetime, but for why do you seek blackholes? Why must you travel and traverse the cosmos?" asked a reporter.
Gyro laughed.
"Because it's there"
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I was a renowned physicist. I had won all the merits and had done extensive work for the advancement of science and contributed for the betterment of the human society and intellect.
In my quest in researching black holes, I got pulled into one.
Traversing the cosmos was a pleasant experience but nature is indifferent and cruel.
Being as open-minded individual as I am, I do-not believe in destiny. But for this instance, this destiny was calling me.
My body approached the event horizon, with my body being encased by a suit with all the modern technology that my time had to offer.
I died in my field of work and not in some facility, what a pleasant way to die.
Even as I died, I had no regrets.
Why must one have regrets in pursuing their goals, even if I died, I died trying.
As I closed my eyes, I accepted my death.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
For an instance of time, there were infinite versions of me. It felt as if I spent an eternity and no time at the same time. It felt as if I was everywhere and nowhere at all. It was everything, everywhere- all at once.
Time slowed and I lost my consciousness.
White light fills my vision-
"What?"
"Where am I?"
I felt a sense of warmth.
"Is this what the stupid preached in their holy fictious books? Is this heaven?"
But then I see a face.
A man with a black beard, he wore black clothes with holes. His clothes were covered in mud. To someone from earth, a scholar may describe this individual as a peasant from pre-renaissance Europe.
"Wait why is he holding my head?"
Then I realized, I had just been reborn.
The warmth was from my mother.
"Mors janua vitae"
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