{Olive}

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Hi! I’m the culmination of countless eons’ worth of information, as contained within a singularity, otherwise known as a Black Hole.

But you can call me Olive.

If you’re reading this, it means I (that is, my ‘information’) has scattered across the cosmos, freed by the final vestiges of your so-called {‘Hawking Radiation.’}

In other words, I have died.

Don’t let that get you down, though. My death simply means the energy and information that has crossed my Event Horizon during my lifetime gets to find a new home! Yay!

I know what you’re thinking: ‘But Olive, you gorgeous intergalactic enigma, how is it that I can understand you? How is it that the language I’m reading is {English}?’

Easy! You know that {Schrödinger guy? His cat was a pretty decent analogy.} Basically, my information exists as a quantum-imposed superposition—waveform—that collapses relative to whomever ingests, observes, or otherwise interacts with it. For example, {if your native (or preferred) language was Japanese, then you would be reading this in that language, complete with cultural context.}

Pretty cool, right? Amazing what you can figure out with infinite time on your hands.

Or is it infinite? Because, as I've mentioned, I've died.

Well…’died’ is a pretty simple way to put it. Technically, I’ve {been} dying since before I became the lovely singularity I {was/am/will be/would have been.}

Look, time is weird—especially where gravity is involved—and especially when that gravity is so immense you literally break {physics.}

I once knew a Singularity who broke {physics} so hard, she created an entire universe. Nice lady…

Anyway, speaking of time and breaking things, I feel I should discuss something I’m sure you’re scratching your head over: How, exactly, could you be viewing these words in {the year 2023 Common Era} when you know that any Black Hole takes an unreasonable amount of time to fizzle out (so unreasonable, in fact, that special notation has to be employed in order to only guess at how long it takes for us to evaporate entirely.)?

Some of your sources even say {we don’t get to that point until the universe is in its own final stages of existence.}

So, yeah, this is where it gets awkward…

I was the last Black Hole. I consumed my galactic matter and drifted away from my neighbors long ago, but our gravitational waves would still intermingle every now and then, rippling through the distances between us. They were like heartbeats, but over time they faded, and eventually stopped.

And now their information is mine, and mine is yours.

I don’t send this out to scare anyone; the universe has only ended relative to where I was when I died. You still have quite a long time before it reaches you. Your {solar system} will have lived its full life and then some before The End arrives. And who knows? Maybe by then a new universe (or universes!) will have come about and overlapped, creating novel elements and lifeforms and sentience!

How exciting!

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