Event Horizon  (British Edition)

[起] My lover and I, from the windows of that advanced quantum research facility, watched the backs of the foolish bureaucrats playing with the sparks of tomorrow’s horizon. "Deploying a quantum gate on the earth's surface is a suicide mission. If the energy exceeds the ergonomic ergosphere control limits, spacetime itself will tear the tectonic plates apart." The blueprints we presented pointed to a different coordinates —the Lagrange point of Jupiter, far from our blue home. Even if the quantum collapse caused a thermal runaway and a micro-black hole was born, we could have fed it into the absolute gravitational soup of Jupiter, which possesses 318 times the mass of the Earth, and purged it into the cosmos through a gravitational slingshot. That was the only safety valve our equations ever derived. But they prioritized costs, speed, and political interest, silencing our sirens. And so, the price of their arrogance began its silent, irreversible countdown right above our continent. 【承】 What manifested on the ground that day was the absolute, pitch-black shade of the apocalypse. The gate lost its containment, generating an unstable artificial black hole right before our eyes. According to the pinnacle of quantum mechanics —the theory of Hawking Radiation —that miniature monster evaporated within mere dozens of seconds, scattering into the atmosphere as a flash of intense heat and gamma-ray bursts. But even if it lasted only seconds, that momentary mass distortion was more than enough gravitational force to plunge an entire continent into the depths of the mantle. A momentary evaporation, yet a permanent loss. As the earth cracked and the continent sank into the roaring abyss of the ocean, he pushed me—along with a handful of young female scientists —into the escape pod and slammed the hatch. 【転】 The moment the pod’s thrusters ignited, the extreme gravity of the collapsing Event Horizon caught our spacetime timeline. Einstein’s relativity became a curse upon our flesh. The overwhelming gravitational field delayed the flow of time to its absolute limit, freezing our proper time—our very cellular division signals —forever in the state of that day of destruction. Simultaneously, the high-energy quantum radiation leaking from the horizon forced a biological phase transition, converting our tissues into inorganic matter: silicon and ceramic. It was a cold, mathematical bug of physics that rewrote us into perfect, immortal, yet sterile monsters—cyborgs who can never age, and can never bear a child in a warm womb. 【結】 For centuries, I have served this life sentence alone, separated from his hand. Yet, deep within my core, a microscopic remnant of that quantum singularity —the unevaporated residue of the gate from that day —has refused to error-terminate, pulsing within me to this very day. Whenever one of my sisters reaches her ultimate thermal collapse, the final evaporation of her inner singularity releases a torrent of energy that strikes the Earth’s magnetosphere, painting the night sky with the false, beautiful signals of the aurora. I must pack his unfulfilled dreams —and the memories of millions who drowned before their wedding days —into this silicon cage, and maintain this breathing until my last hour. Until the summer afternoon when my own singularity fully evaporates, turning me into particles of light amidst the cheerful crowds of the Hydrangea Festival in Cornwall... until that inevitable morning comes, I will survive.