The Singularity Trap Novels & Stories

“No, it’s because of something much worse than that. While it’s true I’ve managed to escape their detection and successfully arrived at the border between Mount Beasts and the outside world but from there I discovered they had set up a trap array with us in it. This trap array would alert them should anyone step out of it and the only way to get out of the array is to attack it.” Everyone froze when they heard this. It was the worst situation ever. They never expected the disciples of Corpse Pavilion to set up a tray array at the borders of Mount Beasts. As the name implies, the trap array is used to trap people in a particular area. Although they would be able to break out of it by attackin

It was an eternity when operating within the circuit, and a massive advantage for Raijin. Inside, ComInt’s commands shot out from node to node and ran through their written functions. But some of the functions simply ended up inside one of a handful of non terminating loops. A statistically significant amount of commands fell into Raijin’s CodeTraps. There, those commands were stuck for eternity. Her CodeTraps caused minor delays in processing within ComInt, and compounded the Microsecond Delay. And although each trap was small in nature, it was enough to seriously hamper ComInt on every level.

It was a jagged, mathematical friction, as if the ship were being forced to move through a sea of frozen numbers. ​Kaelen Vane stood at the command-petal, his hands buried deep in the Neural-Vines. He could feel the "First-Seed" drawing closer. It wasn't a planet, and it wasn't a star. It was a Geometric Singularity, a perfect, white cube floating in the center of the Hercules-Cluster, surrounded by a ring of "Dead-Moons" that had been stripped of every atom of Aether.

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.