The Whole Big Bang Shebang

How many 'In The Beginnings" are there

 The Whole Big Bang Shebang 

     In the beginning, or was it at the end, or perhaps in the middle, a vast sea of nothingness was all that existed. Emptiness filled this void with its negative embrace. Not a sound was felt or heard. There was nothing to see, touch, or feel. No motion, just absolute stillness. But then a tiny vibration was sensed and heard. It hummed and buzzed beside the vast emptiness, creating ripples and waves. It produced a quantum soup. It transformed the nothingness into a space-time continuum of somethingness. It’s a never-ending story that repeats itself with different detonators creating substance out of the sea of tranquility called nothingness. I was one of those detonators.

     My name is, or I once was, Commodore Antonia Dante of the United Confederation of Telluric. I was the commanding rocketeer on the research vessel, Galacus, studying the effects of black hole emissions. I was a bit of a risk-taker by going full steam ahead. I ordered our ship to get as close as possible to the event horizon without being sucked into it. Safety cautions be damned. One can’t be timid or too cautious when it comes to scientific research concerning the war effort. To get accurate data, the closer the better in understanding Black Hole phenomena. We were on the edge, but that’s how we rocketeers live our lives.

     Here's where the story goes off the rails. One of our radiation shields sprang a leak. Since I was the only one qualified to fix it, I put on my space suit, gathered up my tools, opened the hatch, and entered the cold black void of space. I elected not to use the tether but preferred relying totally on the electromagnetic space boots. Time was of the essence, and the boots would offer the speed and mobility that a tether could not, plus I never liked being tied down. Looking back, that was a lousy decision on my part.

     As I opened the shield compartment, a burst of electrokinetic energy fried all the circuits on my ship as well as my boots. I was drifting away toward the event horizon. I called for help, but my ship was dead in space-- sabotage from those alien bugs. A confederation ship and the technology we carried were a major prize that could turn the tide in the bugs' favor. But I wasn’t concerned with that at the moment, as my imminent death was at hand.

     I was burning up. The radiation alone was searing through my body. I prayed for death. The closer I got to the horizon, the worse it got. I was in excruciating pain, but death refused to befriend me. I was thrown into the horizon, and the black hole sucked me in. My body stretched to enormous heights, and the heat was unbearable. My screams were soundless, and it felt like I was in this black hole hell for an endless amount of time. My body exploded and imploded as I popped out of the black hole. My essence, or something that was still me, landed in what I can only describe as a sea of calmness and tranquility. It started to boil, bake, and bubble, and a universe which was me came into being.  In the far distance in space and time, I heard a wail of anguish that also emanated raw hatred.

     I had no body, just pure consciousness. I was the universe. I started hot and cooled off, gases formed into solids, nebulae formed, suns burst into life, and billions of suns and planets were born, lived, and died. Billions of years passed, and I saw everything in real-time and quantum time.  Time for me was meaningless; I could sense time and experience the actions of trillions upon trillions of lifeforms in the blink of an eye. I became the master of time and space; I became God. As I thought that, a powerful voice and force screamed,

“YOU’RE NO GOD!

     I was stunned by the malevolence I felt and heard. I asked it to explain itself.

“You’re no more than a vile disease, an invader and polluter; my torturer provides for my misery. You’re a piece of somethingness, an itch she plucked out of her mind's eye to disturb my rest.”

     I was totally confused and a little scared. I asked IT who it was.

With a mirthless and hate-filled laugh, it said,

“Are you that blind and clueless not to realize what I am. I am Entropy, Death, Destruction, Rage, and Madness. You and her other playthings are the beginning and middle, and I’m always the end. I am Chaos and finality. Existence is my bane.  Its noise hurts my ears and burns my eyes. I yearn for the sleep of annihilation, when all I see before me is a bed of nothingness.  Enjoy your taste of omnipotence before my fist finally achieves its goal.”

     I finally realized I was nothing more than a Moat in GOD'S EYE.  She is a cruel mistress, an invisible god, a puppeteer. Her other half is no better. As entropy slowly swallows me whole, the former Antonia Dante, cosmological chess piece, and a plaything of the gods, bids you adieu.

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     Before the tranquility of nonexistence, a cacophony of dissonance filled the stillness and emptiness of micro-space with the clutter and confusion of macro-space. The peace of nothingness, the pure cloak of endless sleep, is shattered by the whims of existence over and over again. The struggle between Life and Death, Negentropy and Entropy, Order and Chaos is a never-ending story, a struggle of epic proportions. A forever war…

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The End

Always Begins Again

 

  

 

 

 

Author's Note

Let me hear your screams