Memory and Futility

Avatar Author: Zerrakhi Australian, born in 1977, possibly human. Haven't written fiction in a long time, but "Zerrakhi" was a character name I used back in the day and I've always liked it. I dabble in creativity of all kinds. Read Bio

It’s been a long, long time since I had any new thought, but I remember every old thought I’ve ever had. I’ve pondered the things I’ve seen that ought to be impossible, and wondered what else that ought to be impossible is true.

How could the curse of immortality be granted in the first place? How can I keep count of a billion black holes, and hold vocabularies for a trillion languages in my mind? How is it that I can see past the cosmic horizon?

If there were some way to piece the clues together, I would have done so. I remember everything I’ve ever seen, and the time that’s passed since I saw them has been … just trust me, speculation is pointless at my age.

What else is possible? Telekinesis? It didn’t work on protons, when there were protons, so it’s not going to work on black holes. Time travel? I wish. Religion? Yeah, like right now God’s going to wake up and say, “Sorry, I dozed off for a moment there.”

As I said, speculation is pointless. But I remember every speculation I’ve ever made.

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  1. Avatar Zerrakhi

    Here I am, returned to my roots, writing a sequel to the very first story I read on Ficly.

    I had to do my best to make it worthy of being a sequel to Phil Plait’s story. It meant trying to write something that’s informed by the relevant science, and consistent with it, and it definitely meant refreshing my memory of that science by re-reading chapter nine of Death from the Skies for research. It meant including one or two explicit cosmological reference (such as the bit about the cosmic horizon). It meant taking it seriously.

    I hope you like it.

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