The Singularity Trap Novels & Stories

not the clearest. Not the most stable. but—him. Imperfect. uncertain. real. my hand moved. not toward the nearest. not toward the clearest. toward that. And just as my fingers touched his. everything reacted. Violently. the space cracked. the layers shattered. because now something didn’t align. didn’t resolve. didn’t fit. “You introduce singularity,” the presence said. the words sharper now. less certain. because this wasn’t supposed to happen. everything should exist. everything should remain. but now something was collapsing.

energy—the grief for his father, the love for Meilin, the fear for his people—into the physical metal of the core. He created an Informational Singularity. The Collapse of the White Fog The Harbinger tried to "Eat" the Metric-Core, but the core was now too "Heavy" with reality. The virus choked on the sheer volume of Leo’s specific, messy, individual history. The white fog began to turn gray, then black, as the "Entropy" of Leo’s memories overloaded the Keeper’s "Simplicity." The Harbinger didn't vanish; it Crystallized, falling into the vacuum of space like a rain of frozen, useless data.

I couldn’t get close to him before the space between us stretched and I was immediately back where I started. Sometimes he almost trapped me in a pocket of space and shrank it into nothingness. I was just barely evading him and kept on falling for his traps. Whenever he allowed me to get on close, it meant he just wanted to fooled into thinking I had a chance, then he would turn the tables with a sudden wormhole, or a generated singularity, one that crushed everything in its path. He was wearing me down, bit by bit. That was the only advantage I had, if I could even call it that.

Jeremy and I were alone. "What happened to Lee?" I asked. Jeremy's expression darkened at the mention of him. "He's been arrested." "What?" I was surprised. Even if he'd tried to violate me, I didn't expect him to be arrested so soon. Jeremy told me everything. It turned out Lee and his gang had long since set their sights on Mabel and me. They'd approached us during a gathering, but I'd rejected them. Mabel hadn't, though.

"Whatever." Their next mission took them to the outskirts of town, past where all the crazy lightning strikes had scorched the ground at their feet. They stepped over the pot-holes and crevices, trying to create a path towards the place they sought out - a familiar place - a place Miaka once called home. Now - it was just another dig site for the crazies to try and unearth relics of the past - a thing they called the "Large Hadron Collision." It was a machine deep within the Earth, and a group sat there now in the rain and thunder, trying to unearth the thing they insisted was the culprit for causing AI to go into a singularity.