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Black Hole

By Rachel H Grant

Felicity stared at the stars above and below, a miracle in motion, a sea of molten black dotted with frozen fire. Outer space had trapped her in its web, a simmering thirst in her veins.

Her peach-tinted lips drew in to a smile, accentuating the laughter lines around her large brown eyes. The ship’s lighting sparkled in her freshly dyed blonde hair.

Outer space was her home. She knew no other.

“We’re almost at the entrance field.” Malcolm’s eyes were grave, his long grey hair and ginger eyes giving him the appearance of a wizard from some mythical land. Or from some alien species, as yet undiscovered…

The six people on the control deck stared in wonder below.

Indigo light snaked towards them, bright and bewitching. Felicity’s eyes reflected the vibrant rays, as her smile turned to laughter, a dozen dreams dancing in her head.

At the centre of the light … nothing. Velvet black led to … nowhere.

Or seemed to. They were here to prove otherwise.

“A real black hole,” murmured Malcolm. “I have dreamt of this day. In fact I have had nightmares … but let’s not share them just now. No, this is a day of hope, of promise. The first space travellers to enter a black hole, to record it, to experience it … to capture it forever on record.”

“If only Jacob Turney could see us now.” Felicity closed her eyes in reverence to last century’s scientist who had first theorised that black holes could contain a solar system inside, a large cocoon of light and matter, with even the possibility of life. Of course he was ridiculed at the time. But in recent years his theory had gained some acclaim, with the eventual funding forthcoming for their current mission. To find and enter a black hole.

It was slowly coming nearer. Collectively, they held their breath in awe. This was it.

“Ten minutes to initial impact.” Malcolm smiled as he delivered the news. A lifelong fascination with black holes had ended here … or had only just begun. The team strapped in to their seats.

The indigo light grew fierce as they grew nearer, the light of a hundred new stars, the spark of creation at work.

The darkness beckoned, molten mysteries quiet within.

“Here it comes…” whispered Felicity. She could not move, transfixed by the black promise below.

They were in the indigo light now, as it threw its electric arms around the ship with a blinding hiss. Slowly the light dissolved in to a giant black eye, as the darkness devoured them. The ship gained speed, sucked in to the hole below, its claws seizing them … cutting in to their souls.

Felicity gasped as coldness gripped her heart.

The ship was shaking, violent jolts which vibrated through their bodies. Felicity’s strap ripped apart and she was flung across the deck. She lay unconscious for several minutes as the ship bounced like a ball on a football field. The rest of the crew remained frozen in their seats, shock silencing their thoughts.

Her breath in tatters, Felicity slowly raised her head.

The darkness was gone.

Light lanced through her eyes, so bright it felt as if her mind was melting. White light dissolved in to orange, then a burst of red, followed by green, then a beautiful blue, and finally a magenta firework of shimmering strength. All the colours of the rainbow.

Felicity could not move. They were here, she thought in disbelief. They were inside a black hole.

And they were still alive.

Malcolm softly crept up to her and put his arm around her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine now,” muttered Felicity as she realised that the ship had stopped shaking. Smoothly, they were continuing to the heart of the hole.

They were here, it was real.

The firestorm of light was decreasing in intensity. They could now see white clouds swirling beneath them, balls of cotton wool softness. This was not what they had expected.

The light around them was pale blue … almost like an Earth sky on a sunlit day.

As they moved lower the clouds dispersed. A collective gasp echoed softly around the deck.

Paradise was below them.

Or so it seemed. Green grass edged gracefully to silver lakes. Golden temples glistened in soft sunlight. Human-like forms were strolling hand in hand.

“This must be a dream,” intoned Felicity.

“We’re going to land,” decided Malcolm with finality in his voice. “This is what we came here to do. To discover all we can.”

“The people below don’t look hostile,” Gerald, the second in command, pointed out. He adjusted his coloured glasses. “Look they are waving at us!”

It was a gentle landing, co-ordinated by their skilled captain Herman, the wrinkles around his eyes creasing as he concentrated. The grass greeted their ship like an expensive carpet, soft and bump free. “Well that was the easiest landing ever!” he laughed.

They slowly disembarked to shrieks of delight from a small crowd running towards them. Children laughed as adults applauded. The women wore long dresses with sashes, peach, lime green, violet or pink. The men sported long flowing trousers and pastel-coloured shirts. Meanwhile the children seemed to be in party clothes, vying to be as fancy or as pretty as possible.

Felicity looked up. Yes, they were definitely bathed in sunlight, but she could see no sun. They had been right. The black hole supported an Earth-like world.

A tall woman at the front of the crowd in soft silver addressed them. Long blonde locks flowed over her shoulders, interwoven with daisies. Wise grey eyes appraised them.

“Welcome to Golden Sands, this is what we call our home, this land …” She waved her arm emphatically.

Felicity gazed at the landscape before her. There were mountains in the distance, and further still the hint of a blue sea. Nearer, a forest edged on to the meadow. A river ran through the grass, a weaving line of melodious motion. Doves flew above, and she noticed some unicorns grazing nearby. A dozen rainbows dotted the sky. A fairy flew round her head, teasingly, and then was gone.

Where was she? This was like a children’s story come true.

“I am Grace,” the woman was explaining. “I will look after you during your first few days here. Don’t worry, you will be very happy. This is the place where dreams are made. You will want for nothing. And you will soon make many friends.”

“We have come from Earth.” Herman spoke with uneasy wonder in his voice. “We are on a mission to explore a black hole, and …”

“You don’t need to tell me,” interrupted Grace. “I know all about you. I have been expecting you. You see, I am the Angel of Space Travellers.”

Silence met her words.

“I see you do not understand. This – here, what you see, all around you – it is already your home, it belongs to all of you, on Earth. You see, this is your Heaven. We are the afterlife. This is the paradise that awaits you all…”

“And heaven is housed, physically, within a black hole?” Felicity’s thoughts raced as her mind tried to comprehend.

“Yes, this black hole belongs to planet Earth … it is your heaven.”

“I can’t wait to tell everyone back home!” Felicity wrung her hands in excitement. “They won’t believe this … who could have guessed? This is beyond anything our expedition was expected to discover. Why many people even doubted we would come back alive!”

“And of course we can make you a Dream-master,” said Grace quickly. “You can connect with people in their sleep, show them visions of our paradise…”

“Why would I need to do that?” asked Felicity. “I will go on Global Number One Communication Channel and tell the whole world!”

Grace looked at her sadly. “You don’t understand yet. You are in heaven. The doubters on Earth were right. No human can enter a black hole and survive. Do you not remember the bright light as you entered? That, my dear, to tell you bluntly, was your experience of death. You are in heaven now … this is your home, forever.”

Gerald snorted. “I don’t believe in heaven! Where are we really?”

“We are in heaven? We’re dead?” repeated Malcolm. And then he smiled. “Of course it’s true. Where else could this possibly be? It is not scientific sense for a miniature Earth to be in a black hole, this must be a dream consciousness reality …”

“But no!” interrupted Felicity. “I can’t be dead. I have so much to do. So much more of the universe to explore, worlds to discover … it can’t all be over!”

“Of course there is always a choice.” Grace smiled in to her eyes. “I would recommend you stay here, enjoy your retirement, and relive your childhood fantasies. This is the land where fairytales come true. Or … well, you can choose to leave heaven. We can’t bring you back to human life, but you are free to roam as a ghost wherever you wish. We can eject your ship from here, back in to outer space … you can travel for all eternity if you choose, for as a ghost you will have unearthly powers, and can run your space vessel with no fuel, it will fly forever. But the choice is yours.”

“I am leaving,” said Felicity softly with finality.

The rest of the team stared at her. “You can’t!” cried Malcolm. “What kind of existence will you have? All on your own!”

“But I want … I want to travel space, I’m not ready to give it up!”

“Very well,” nodded Grace. “Of course there is always a get out clause. Say my name three times …. Whenever you want to return.”

“I think that may be a very very long time indeed …”

Felicity was smiling. Her dream had come true. She would travel space forever.

She closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she found herself on the ship, a welcome sky of velvet studded with silver stars all around. And below, the black hole, indigo light flowing in to the dark basin like spilt paint.

She looked down at her body that no longer breathed, and then laughed.

The ship was all hers now. There was no time to waste. She had a universe to explore. As she placed her hands on the control panel, the ship began to move.

Felicity gazed on the stars above and below, the poetry of space, the light of a hundred million galaxies, the promise of a thousand tomorrows.

Somewhere within, a black hole was opening in her heart. The call of heaven was in her head.

But she could never go back. This was her home now. She knew no other. Space had swallowed all her tomorrows.

Outer space, her destiny … her death.

She smiled, at one with the stars.

Changing Times

By Rachel H Grant

A sapphire sky sparkled in her unseeing eyes. The warmth of the sun ignited an inner vision of beauty as a slow smile kissed her face. Alice put her hand towards his head, judging the distance to his soft voice. “Are you sure? You don’t have to put yourself in such danger. Sight – it is such a gift. Don’t risk losing it.”

“I have to,” replied Mark simply. “I can help so many people. What is the risk to me? There is no life without risk, no purpose in safety and I can think of no project more rewarding than helping to breed guide dogs for the blind.”

“But has it not happened for a reason? We invent time travel, and many of our travellers lose their sight, followed by the near extinction of Labradors, our traditional guide dog for the blind. Is God punishing us for trying to play God?”

“Not at all, it is but science. And we’ve used time travel responsibly, only ever going forwards, never back, never risking interference in what has been. No, but I am going back to buy Labrador bitches, and let the new breeding programme begin. There is no worthwhile life without risk.”

His eyes smiled as the time capsule door closed, but they were laughing on his return with eight female Labrador puppies, a mix of black and golden. He took off his glasses as the capsule docked in his own time, rubbed his eyes, and could see. He blinked in surprise. He could see perfectly, and as he replaced his spectacles there was no discernible difference. His short sightedness appeared to have vanished in the traces of time behind him.

They did tests, but his good sight remained. Mark was cured. That was when the bizarre notion accosted the time scientists. Going forward in time had destroyed the sight of 30% of travellers: could going back, conversely, cure eye problems?

“You have to go,” Mark pleaded with Alice. “It’s a chance of a cure, or at least a partial return to sight! Please, you have to give yourself this chance.”

“No.” Her still eyes were stern. “I lost my sight naturally as a child, and I will face life as God and nature intended. Leave your experimental trip to the time travellers who grew blind, time travel reversal should be for them only.”

But the eventual trip included both naturally blind and time travel sight impaired persons. The largest time capsule available was prepared for eighty blind and partially sighted persons, with Mark, once again, volunteering to be the trip co-ordinator. His eyes screamed with hidden hilarity as he engaged the time capsule controls, but there was no one to see. However they all heard the hiss of the engines, and then the strange shushing noise of the capsule soaring through the energy of time.

8,000 years in the past had been deemed to be a relatively safe time period, before there were advancing civilisations to influence, the threat of time travel interference in history perceived to be as real to the scientists of today as it had been to the science fiction authors of the past. But in the end, no one could tell what damage time travel could eventually do, the technology was still too new.

Mark felt the time capsule thud as it connected with the ground. They were there, wherever, whenever that was. His eyes sparkled with enigmatic excitement.

The scientists at Time Control Center watched the capsule’s progress as the years on the screen danced before their eyes, a furious countdown to …  nothing. The connection was lost. “What has happened?” “I don’t know, it couldn’t be … Factor Y?”

The scientist’s voice quavered as he spoke to Alice via secure web chat. “Factor Y,” she heard him say. “None of your scientific jargon!” she hissed. “Is Mark okay? What is Factor Y?”

“We lost all data on the time capsule, it is no longer on the time line we sent it on. That can mean one thing only. Factor Y. We always suspected time travel might break through the barriers of not just time but of reality itself. If Mark’s capsule had crashed we would have the data, but there’s nothing, the capsule is no longer there in time, in our time. I’m afraid this means there’s no return for Mark. The time capsule can only come back if it can connect with Control Center through a timeline in history. But Factor Y is an alternative reality. We can not reach him now.”

Alice felt invisible tears come to her dry eyes, tears that were not there, drops of sadness that could never fall. As she closed the chatline, she slowly extended her shaking hand, connecting with the cool glass of the window. Beyond it, in the night sky, she knew a thousand stars sparkled.

Mark stepped out of the time capsule in to a world that could never die, as his heart came to life with inner fire. Behind him a sigh of awe filled his ears. They could see.

Three suns danced in the sky, magenta and blue clouds swirling around them in an ecstasy of colour. Verdant green trees confronted them, a green so fresh you could taste it, colours so sharp they were beyond third dimensional, to look at them like being reborn, seeing colour for the first time.

Pink birds flew among the leaves, and blue doves sailed the skies. Blindness dissolved in a crescendo of living colour, a whole world to devour with hungry eyes. This was worth a hundred lifetimes, the years of sightlessness, as memories of grey shadows receded and were gone. The sapphire sky looked down on a joy that could never die.

The night sky sparkled in her eyes. As Alice moved her hand along the window, she could almost believe she was touching the stars out there, magic worlds too bright to see, a whole universe to drink in with eyes that could not connect, and a heart that would not care. Memories of starry skies slipped through her mind and were gone, as the wonder of a five year old child died in her heart.

In Memory of George Floyd

I never knew you
But I share the pain
White supremacist shame

I wish I knew you
To whisper wisdom
A key to kingdoms
A gate to freedom

I hear you, I feel you
Your right to shine in tatters
Your shattered life matters

I never knew you
But I won’t forget
Your memory is set
In the stone of time
Like an angelic sign

May your tears form a river
Flooding every man’s heart
Tearing all anger apart

May peace be your goal
Eternal rest for your soul