Blazing with anger and incredulity, Sirius faced the
stars who had surrounded him. It couldn’t end like
this, not here, not now. There was too much that had
to be done, and not enough time curvature to do it.
The universe had to be united. Most of the stars in
his region agreed with him, and not a few of the
dwarves—the white ones at least. It had been a bitter
blue dwarf, though, who had betrayed him.
Sirius was a large star, and was easily a match for
any three of his captors. There were eleven, though,
and they had combinded their gravitational force so
that he could not move. He knew these stars, knew
their purpose. They styled themselves the enforcers of
the unspoken laws of space who meted out punishment as
they saw fit. After a long silence, the leader of the
group spoke.
“Sirius, you stand accused of a great blasphemy. You
have declared yourself Son of the Suns.”
“That’s ridiculous! My only intention was to unite the
univ—” He cut off as a nearby star struck him,
creating a large gash where his nuclear energy began
to leak.
“Wait! You have no proof of this! This isn’t justice!”
He hissed in pain as more blows came from around him.
His energy was gushing from him now, and he realized
their intent. After his attackers had left dozens of
gaping holes, they abruptly scattered, wanting no part
of what was about to occur.
Sirius had heard of forced collapsing before, but he
had never expected to be a victim of it. It was like
galactic rape, in a sense. As he became denser, the
essence of what he was moving rapidly inward, he felt
his gravitational pull grow stronger. With the last of
his strength he did something his captors never
suspected. He ceased his vain attempt to halt the flow
of energy from him, and instead, began expelling it
purposefully. It was suicide, but no matter how long
he held out, he would eventually be nothing more than
a hole of blackness anyway.
His gravitational force grew so strong that the eleven
fleeing stars were snagged from their retreat and
pulled steadily toward him. As they drew nearer, he
began to sense their nuclear energy as though it were
his own.
So warped had his curvature become that he
did not feel surprise. Dimly, he was aware that what
he was doing was not supposed to be possible. Since
the eleven stars were in his control, Sirius forced
holes in their surfaces and drained their energy. The
more energy he drained, the stronger the gravity he
was creating.
The _substance_ was no longer he alone
now, but somehow, it was _one_. The gravitational
force grew so strong that the _substance_, directed by
Sirius, began pulling at other stars. With each star
added, the force grew. Soon, stars were racing through
space, colliding with one another, heading inexorably
toward the force. Planets, unable to resist the pull,
were sucked into the vacuum.
Abruptly, there was complete silence. Time and matter
had ceased to exist in the black hole that comprised
all that once was existence. Though he did not know
it, and though there was no such thing as knowledge,
Sirius had done it. He had unified the universe.
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