YC113.01.05 // Knowing

[date/YC113/01/05_return.log]

It had been almost a year since I had graduated from the Federation Navy Academy. I had learned more in this year than I had in the months leading up to my graduation. I felt stronger – stronger than I had ever been – but I was weary.

The black hole pulsated, sucking breath from the light around it. I had hid in a safespot, far from any celestial. I was cloaked, my covert ops frigate idling slowly toward the distant sun. My Helios class ship, the Traveler, was almost completely undetectable.

I pinged my directional scan, keeping a wary eye out for anyone hunting a lone pilot.

Nothing.

I was alone, for the time being.

I could see the black hole pulsate once more. Light streamed into the event horizon, and a rare thought crossed my mind.

Were it not for the slight, bending swirls, it would’ve been completely undetectable to the naked eye – it was seen, but only through the most careful of observations. It destroyed mercilessly, and quickly. It bent the very laws of nature to its will. There were hundreds upon thousands of them, lurking out in the shadows or hunting in plain sight such as this one. A black hole judged all before it equally; to them, life was nothing but another force to be crushed under their massive power. One could almost worship them as gods.

In a way, their kind and mine are not so different.

[date/YC113/01/05.end_log.]

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