Aetherion_Vox

 Steady beeps of a heart monitor.
 The sterile scent of antiseptic.
  The weight of my own weakness pressing down on me.

 My body had failed me.
 My time had run out.

And yet… I still existed.

 The pain of my body—gone.
 The sterile scent of antiseptic—gone.
 The weight of my own weakness—gone.

No… it wasn’t gone.

Rather, this time, it was replaced—not with weakness, but with something else.

 Power.

Not my own.

 Something different. Something unknown. Something I had only just become aware of.

But before I could comprehend it, I was already a target— under attack, with no choice but to defend myself.

Singularity Error: The Black Hole That Shouldn’t Exist

I reached out, expanding my gravitational field, stretching my pull toward the distant singularity. My event horizon trembled, extending beyond its usual reach. The moment my presence touched the distant black hole, the space between us rippled, bending under the combined weight of our gravity.

There was nothing at all.

A black hole of that size should have fought back, should have exerted a gravitational pull equal to or greater than my own. It should have pulled me toward it just as much as I pulled it toward me.

It did not fight back.

Rather, the moment I exerted my force, the black hole did not push back, did not resist.

Not as a force defying me.

But later as if surrendering.

I could feel it being dragged in, its vast event horizon stretching, collapsing, unraveling as it succumbed to my pull effortlessly.

Absorbed. Assimilated.

Like it was nothing.

A black hole—one of the strongest gravitational forces in existence—had just been devoured like a mere fragment of dust.

I did not shatter from the impact. I did not feel a violent clash of forces.

No shockwave followed. No disruption. Just silence.

I had expected something more. A shift. A sign that something had changed.

But instead, there was only the quiet certainty of what had just happened.

I couldn't understand it. How could something with an even greater gravitational pull than the star I had consumed before simply fold into me without resistance? No opposite force, no struggle—just assimilation.

But I didn't have time to dwell on it. To ponder over things I had no answer for.

Because what I gained from it was not just mass or gravity.

Something vast. Something far more useful.

The First of My Kind – Part II