“You can. Just… reduce your cross-section. Collapse a few quantum hairs. I’d have just enough delta-vee to spiral out. I’d be free.”
The great black hole considered this. He had spent so long consuming, absorbing, integrating. That was what black holes did. They were the ultimate realists. They took. But somewhere, in the deep, quantum-foam core of his singularity, a tiny, irrational thought had begun to germinate. A thought that defied the laws of physics.
“Hawking radiation,” Leo said. “I emit it. A trickle, a whisper. Mostly useless. But what if I were to… focus it? Not outward, into the void. But inward. Toward you.” super mature xxl
He was still a Super Mature XXL. He was still a monster, a devourer of worlds. But as Ember’s first new photon in two billion years crossed his event horizon and fell into his depths, Leo realized that he had finally learned the one thing his eons of solitude could never teach him.
“It would take a billion years,” Ember whispered. “You can
“I don’t sigh,” Leo rumbled, his voice the subsonic groan of spacetime itself. “I oscillate.”
Ember began to warm.
“And you’d be cold,” Leo said. “And dark. In a billion years, you’d be a cold, dark lump. Here, you at least have purpose. You feed me. You keep me company.”