ah, but it's the only way you will know it's actually me posting and not someone who hijacked my account
I don't even know if you are actually posting. For all I know, you could have made a very advanced AI and a script to reply to my posts, and you could have been dead for years. Or, you could be a time traveler that died in the past but you came to the present to avoid your death, and you shouldn't even exist right now according to the laws of the universe.abraker wrote:
ah, but it's the only way you will know it's actually me posting and not someone who hijacked my account
abraker wrote:
Professionalism is good, but not for me. I like a laid back, do at will kind of environment. It is passion for something that needs to motivate me to accomplish things, not the fear of not doing something bringing my quality of life down.
No, I'm just listing the possibilities. You could be a figment of my imagination, and I lift just be delusional enough to conjure up a forum with many, many members posting thoughts.abraker wrote:
Something tells me you are hoping I am dead.
I cried the day she gave in to her inevitable demise. I cried that day, that week, that month, that year. It was a moment of pure despair, of pure agony. I wasn't sure what I would have done without her. I just wish I could have said one last "goodbye" before she moved on. When I heard the news from an old friend in the next-door galaxy, the time we had together flashed before my eyes a million times. It seemed like forever; I know now that I was in denial, I couldn't believe that my beloved could have abandoned me after she changed my life. Then I felt anger at myself for being so selfish, and after that, remorse. All this seemed to happen in a millennium, but in reality it happened in less than a millisecond. Immediately after coming back to my senses I started crying. Tears were running down my body, I couldn't stop for all I tried. I felt like a baby crying in front of my friend. I wanted to ask her to leave, to leave me alone in my sorrow, but the words couldn't come out of my mouth. In retrospect, I'm glad I didn't because if I did I would have killed myself.abraker wrote:
Her name was something I cannot comprehend let alone pronounce, but we first noticed each other when I got her attention by drawing a red supergiant near a neutron star. The explosion touched her and she noticed me despite the little insignificant speck of matter I am. We grew pretty fond of each other over time. I showed her music, art, how to have fun. She tried to show me things I still don't understand.
One time I showed her oragami. Judging by the frequency of the gravitational waves around me after, she seemed very facinated. I later read a headline with something along the lines of, "Region of mostly dark matter baffles astronomers". I had a laugh over that one. I still visit the outer galactic rim from time to time to appreciate that piece oragami spacetime.
To be fair, I didn't really expect anyone to want to further the story, so I closed it up. To continue it, you can maybe go into what she tried to explain to the MC in more detail. If anyone does, I would be very surprised.abraker wrote:
I am convinced that I am incapable of producing juicy details that flavor the story.
Oh my God, that changes my view of the story so much! I assumed the MC was a celestial object as well!abraker wrote:
Nothing in particular. Pure fantasy about an amatour scientist of the far future studying supernovae to one day discover a celestial being via spacetime fluctuations.
Granted it's an auto correct typically, but could have made something of thisabraker wrote:
she noticed me despite the little in significant speck of matter I am.
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