Event Horizon by Steven E. McDonald5/28/2023 Far away and then closer in the mind's eye, close enough to see the patterns of mighty winds. Blue filled the starscape, coalesced, became a glowing blue orb. No control, no volition, turning against will. Floating, turning in this unreality, protected against cold and vacuum. That whisper again, seeming to fill the universe. Of course it was cold: out here in vacuum the temperature would barely be above absolute zero. The scientific mind could find a loophole in the terror by speculating about this phenomenon, feverishly working to reduce it to a set of statistics. There was no warmth to be drawn from the brightness, nothing but cold that could eat through to the soul, cocooning it in ice. Vertigo followed, the non-world spinning, passing by in an unbearable rush, no beginning, no end. Beneath the cloak of reason rose mindless fear, a chilling wave that subsumed everything that constituted rationality and intelligence. The darkness was impossible, filling the universe, pouring down and through, overwhelming. Floating down through night, this thought came unbidden, shot across confusion. and For Sylvia, Cherry, and Jim, who believed and would not let "he then sadly fell silent" be the end of the story. McDonald (c) August 1997 Based on the motion picture written by Philip Eisner Dedication For my Dad, Edward Charles "Ted" McDonald, January 7th 1933-March 26th 1997 He handed me the keys to time and space.
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