Sands of Time
Opening the blisters of his ship Jester looked at the landscape around him. He was in a time machine. Or more accurately in a faster-than-light ship. Bending spacetime made it such an amazing journey that it made his head spin.
He jumped off his ship and wondered if he could think of a time when he was born. He remembered this life as far back as he could. He adjusted his dark suit, built for the incredible accelerations and the cold vacuum of space.
He was the last of his kind. Humans. When the solar system had got annihilated by another wayward star, he and his ilk had ridden out of the black hole - a convoluted sense of history enveloped them all. Of those who would survive, they would have to figure out a way to breed. Any other outcome was unthinkable.
He waited for Sera. She was in a similar ship. He had no way to communicate with her, but she was his only hope. He looked at the center of the Galaxy spinning wildly. The moonlet he was on provided an incredible vista. Spacetime was running out. Praying that his journey was not wasted, he sat on the rock and stared blindly at the cold beauty of the universe.
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