112: Heat Death

I have seen the end which awaits us all. Beyond the trillions of years of slowly evaporating black holes, the universe kept expanding. Beyond that, nothing in the universe at all but electron-positron pairs, orbiting one another, billions of miles apart. The death rattle of the universe. I sat on the brink of the final heat death of the universe. My calculations showed that had I stayed a minute longer, time would have stopped. There would be no way back; infinite entropy would have leaked into my capsule. And yet, why didn't I let it? Perhaps there, a chance of peace, certainly of oneness. I may yet return, for I feel that is the fate of one who tinkers, tinkers with time.