The Call of the Void

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The engines rumbled forward, leaving the last known atmosphere and reaching the last cloud of asteroids. Millions of years of technological evolution led to this moment and Arman was justifiably happy. His smile broadened even more when the last batch of black approached.

Matter density would progressively decrease from that moment on until there was nothing more to hold on to. He would stop before to be able to return, lest friction stopped, leaving him in an endless inertia toward nothingness, where he would starve or dissolve.

The blackness surrounded him. Light-years left behind, he started to feel a vibration, a strange sound that resembled a melody. What was vibrating? Was it the holomats under the rubber spring-ventilator? He turned it off, it continued, he turned all the ventilation off, then the engines, and it continued. He read the monitors and noticed that it came from outside.

As if he were surrounded by an atmosphere, the matter around the ship was vibrating. What he would give to have company right now, to share this discovery. He amplified the sound and it was so beautiful that he swore he had never heard something like that before. The siren in the void was calling and he would come.