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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: The Universe is about to end. The stars have long since collapsed and matter is undergoing the final process of dissolution. Nothing is left except two stubborn Entities, eternal enemies who battle it out for the ultimate privilege of being the last One alive. Which of the Two will prevail?

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Beyond the Last Star: Stories from the Next Beginning, ed. Sherwood Smith, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2003

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Words: 2303
Reading time: 6-9 min.
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They used to say once--they being homo sapiens--that love will outlast the end of the world.

I disagree--I being the Point of View that was once based in a homo sapiens shell. I know it is not love that will be there when All Comes Together, but hate.

It is almost upon us, the moment when All Comes Together. The heat and pressures of the matter soup around me are indescribable in any quantitative terms at my disposal. The concepts themselves are difficult to grasp, because there is now very little beyond this ultimate pressure.

There is no light. Or rather, light energy is undergoing the same pressure as all other matter, and has been transformed so that it no longer registers on any meaningful scale.

The Point of View that is myself has a great deal of difficulty retaining cohesion. My self-repairing Shields are barely keeping up against the force of the surrounding universe. The Shields are fighting a losing battle in counteracting the subatomic decay that is stripping off layer after layer of particles and crushing them into the heat and pressure and uniformity that surrounds me. And if it were not for the occasional once-in-a-million-light-years twinge of awareness of the Other Point of View, the one across the chasm of collapsing matter--the only other stationary point like myself--this Point of View that is Myself would simply give in to the pressures and collapse also.

But as it is, we stand facing off each other, Myself and the Other, after an eternity of hate, like two fixed islands in a universal concentric whirlpool of energy and matter. Two poles of the universal spindle.